 She knows she's getting married, doesn't she? Please, Mr. Thompson. Maybe she couldn't wait and walk to the church. In her wedding outfit, Leroy? Well, you walk downtown in yours. Say, I'll bet that's Marjorie. She probably went outside for a little air. That's logical. Come in, Marjorie. Mr. Gildersleeve, my name is Martha. Oh, yes, it is. Mother Thompson. Come in, Martha. We've been waiting for you.