 You are about to hear a romantic drama. Nola says, I do. Adapted from a story in Street and Smith's love story magazine, and featuring the love story girl in the role of Nola Dixon. This is the love story of Nola Dixon, who helped her uncle John run a small but exclusive flower shop on the ground floor of the fashionable hotel Westmore. It's now half past 10, and Nola is showing signs of growing restlessness. The third time you've watered that ivy, Nola. Oh, did I, Uncle, I mean, have I? You both didn't have. What's the matter? You're as nervous as a hen on a griddle. Oh, you don't suppose anything's happened to him? Who? Why, Mr. Banning. He hasn't been in for his usual morning carnation. Looky here, Nola. You weren't going to go and fall for that young man? Oh, of course not. What a silly idea. He is nice-looking, though, and he's got a lovely suite up on the 20th floor. I saw it the time I took up those potters' alias for his south window. Oh, so that's why you wanted to deliver them yourself. No, no, you're not interested in him, not one little bit. Well, take my advice, Nola, and put Frank Banning out of your head. He's got plenty of money all right, but he doesn't do anything about it. I have no use for a man who doesn't work. All Frank Banning wants to do is ride around in that airplane if he doesn't do crazy stunts. Someday he'll crack up, mark my words. And you're too young and pretty to be left a widow, even with a lot of money. Well, don't get yourself all excited about it, Uncle John. Frank Banning has never even looked at me twice. He probably doesn't know I exist. Well, if he doesn't, he's a mighty blind young man. Well, I guess I better take these roses and delphiniums up to Mrs. Peters. Oh, shh, Uncle John, here he comes now. Oh, my goodness, he's got a black eye. Morning, Mr. Banning. Morning, Mr. Dixon. Oh, excuse me, please. My niece will take care of you. Well, yes, she might at that. What's that? Nothing, nothing at all. Don't let me keep you from delivering those flowers. Oh, no, no, indeed. I wouldn't want them to wilt on me. Sorry to be so late this morning. Oh, are you? I hadn't noticed. A red carnation as usual? No, no, I think I'll take a white one this morning. More appropriate. To go with the black eye, you mean? You must have made quite a night of it. No, nothing of the sort. In bed by 10, if you must know. Now, this optic of mine was caused by a crack-up I had yesterday in my plane. Oh, you weren't badly hurt. Just the eye. Oh. I guess you'll have to fix this hunk of vegetation in my lapel. I don't seem to see so well this morning. All right. Now, wait a minute. You've got to hold still. Okay. You've got real blonde hair, haven't you? I have. What color are your eyes? What difference does it make? None, not the slightest. What's your name? Fixham, like my uncle. Yes, I know that. I mean your front name. Oh, Nola. Nola. Rather unusual, isn't it? I suppose so. Look here, Nola. How would you like to take a trip abroad? What? You could have a car of your own, money clothes. I bet you'd look swell enough in a lot of expensive clothes. No more work, nothing to do, but have a good time. How'd you like it? How'd you like me to black your other eye? Hey, hey, wait a minute. Hold on there, Jack Dempsey. It's not that kind of a proposal. Well... It's a proposal of marriage. Yes, I want you to marry me. You what? Don't you understand, Nola? I'm asking you to be my wife. You hardly know me. Now you're not going to stand there and tell me that you're in love with me. No, certainly not. Love has nothing to do with it. This is a business proposition. You see, I've got to get married. Got to get married? Why? Well, after that crack-up yesterday, the executor of my late father's estate got pretty sore. Yes. He's an antidiluvian old wreck that thinks I should give up flying. It's too modern. He had his way. I'd be riding around on one of those old-fashioned big-wheeled bicycles. And what's all this got to do with matrimony? Well, you see, according to my father's will, he's got control of my money until I get married. Yes. I guess my dad figured that matrimony would apply the brakes even more than George Salter. That's the executor's name. Mm-hmm. But if you say so, Nola, we can fool them. We can fool all of them. And what if I say I won't marry you? Well, and I'll just have to go and find someone else. That shouldn't be too difficult. No, I suppose not. But you look like a nice level-headed, honest sort of person. And I've got to marry someone, or George Salter will cut off my allowance. So then I'd have to give up flying. And you're willing to risk matrimony with me rather than have to forego that? Uh-huh. That's about the size of it. Well, what do you say? Is it a go? Yes. That's the ticket? Only I want one thing understood. Well, what's that? I'm not marrying you for money, clothes, leisure, or a trip abroad. Well, but... I'm marrying you because I love you. Because you... I've loved you for months. Goodness knows why, but there you are. I'm marrying you on a chance that maybe after you've known me a little while, you'll get to love me a little too. Otherwise, it's all off. I know. Very well. I don't make any rash promises, but... I can always try. Then that's settled. All right, Frank. You may kiss the bride. Yes, but no, I... I believe it's customary. Very well. I guess I can stand it if you can. I'll be brave. Gosh, that packed more voltage than I expected. Didn't it? Well, I... I suppose if you want to get married sometime next month, you'd better start taking me out so we can get acquainted. Next month, be blowed. I can't wait that long, Nola. I mean, to get my plane back. We'll go out for dinner and a bit of dancing tonight, and tomorrow, we get married. What in thunder has got into you? But he said he'd be here to get me this morning at 10 o'clock sharp. Who said that? Frank Banning, of course. What's going on at 10 o'clock between you and Frank Banning? That's so all-fired important. We're getting married. You're what? Getting married. Oh, it's just the platonic arrangement. At least that's what he thinks. Well, I'll be horn-swallowed. You young people, I declare you don't think anymore of getting yourself married nowadays, than you do of eating an ice cream soda. Less. Oh, dear, why doesn't he... Oh, there he is now. Yes? Hello? Hello, Frank? Yes, yes, it's Nola. Where are you? Well, I'm already. I thought you said you'd be here by 10. You what? Oh, you borrowed the money to get your airplane fixed. Oh. What? But you can't go up in there today. They've not had enough time to make the proper repairs. But Frank, please. Well, what about the wedding? We can be married tomorrow, but Frank, it's unlucky to postpone a wedding. Please, Frank, I have a horrible feeling that something will happen if you go up today. Frank, I... please. He hung up. Where's my hat? Now, where do you think you're going? Out to the airport. Frank Banning isn't going up in that airplane today. Not if I can help it. Pardon me, but could you tell me which is Mr. Banning's plane? Oh, this is it, lady. This one right here. Oh, I see. Mr. Banning hasn't showed up yet? No, ma'am. I'm Mr. Banning's fiancé. He told me to come and meet him here. I suppose it's all right if I climb into the plane. Well, it's all right by me, lady. I'm only the mechanic. Oh, thank you. I guess you'll have to help me in. Oh, sure. Why not? Up today. Oh, thank you. There you are. Oh, dear, where do you suppose he is? Mr. Banning, I mean. I don't know, lady. I'm waiting for the guy going himself. I want to show him how I fix that altimeter. What's that? Oh, that contraption there. Oh, is it a very important part of the flying equipment? Sure, I'll say it is. Well, it must be about your lunchtime. Yes, and I'm hungry, too. Well, you go right ahead. I'll take good care of the plane until Mr. Banning comes. I guess he will have that. Tell Mr. Banning where he can find me if he wants me. Sure. I mean, certainly. Well, so long. So long. Altimeter. Important part of the equipment. It looks kind of fragile to me. If I break the door, gone things, then you won't be able to go up today. I've got it. The heel of my slipper. No, it is. There you are. So you're going to postpone your wedding to go flying, Mr. Frank Banning? Well, I'll show you. Hey, what's the big idea? Well... Look here. I didn't think you'd see me. You're not aiming to be the kind of wife that ties a husband to her apron strings. You don't think that I'd give up flying for any dumb wife that took it into her head? Oh, no, Frankie. You can fly. It's your business. It's just for today. Well, don't you see? Can't you understand, Frankie? It was going to be our wedding day. Now you want to go flying instead. Oh, so that's it. I'm to give up flying, but only till after I'm safely married. So that if anything does happen, you'll inherit my property. Frank, stop it. You don't know what you're saying. Oh, don't I. You're just like all the rest of them, a nice little gold digger. Well, you won't get your hands on my money. I've borrowed enough to go on with my flying. And I'm telling you now, the wedding's off. Where to, lady? First, I want to go to the First National Bank, and then I want to go to the Westmore Hotel and hurry. Yes, ma'am. Well, let me tell you that nothing you can say is going to make me change my mind about getting married. Don't worry. I didn't come here to talk, but to give you this, take it. Oh, what's this? $500 for my own savings to fix up your dog-gone equipment. And I wouldn't marry you, Frank Bannon, if you were the last man on earth. So there. You don't need to go pulling all the petals off my geraniums. Just because you've gone, I had a spat with your young man. Oh, he's not my young man. I never want to see him again. Good afternoon. I know this is pretty late in the day for me to come in for my carnation. I'm sorry, Mr. Banning, but Uncle John will have to wait on you. I'm busy. No, just a moment. I don't want Uncle John, Nola. I want you. Oh, don't be childish. Come on, Nola. Get your hat. We're going places. Oh, no, we're not. Oh, yes, we are. We're going to the Justice of the Peace. If I have to carry you... That's what you think. I've been thinking things over, and I wouldn't marry an indolent good-for-nothing waster whose only interest in life is doing a lot of loop-the-loops than playing leapfrog with cloudbanks for all the money in the world I wouldn't marry him. Nola, listen to me. I've been thinking things over myself. You were right. I've decided to sell the plane and settle down to some kind of work so I can support a family, in case I have a family, all by myself. But... But, Frank, you mean... I mean... that I've found something in life that's a lot more important to me than flying. Nola, didn't you guess? Didn't you know? I'm... I'm crazy about you. You have been listening to a romantic drama featuring the Love Story girl and presented with the permission of Street and Smith publishers of Love Story Magazine.