The fun little story by Edgar Allan Poe.

A young couple need the blessing of Uncle Rumgudgeon for their marriage. Kate is underage and she has a 'plum' as well. Uncle's response? 'To-day's Sunday - isn't it? Well, then, you shall be married precisely - precisely, now mind! - when three Sundays come together in a week!'

Impossible. The two lovers are disappointed. That means 'no-way,' or does it?