Huber & Gutknecht were kindly old gentlemen.
"Mister Wenger emigrated to the United States five years ago," they explained. "He owns a farm in California and wishes to share it with a wife. He found that, to use his words, 'The local women are superficial, and rotten workers'. Well… be that as it may, he wants a Swiss wife."
"You will understand that we have to ask you a few questions. We take it you've never been married? You're in good health? There's no special reason for you to leave the country? You've never been in conflict with… um… the law?"
"For heaven's sake, no!"
"Very well. If you accept, you'll receive the tickets to get to San Francisco, where your future husband will meet you, and some money to sustain you on your journey. Do you speak English?"
"No, I don't."
"It might be helpful to take lessons. But you look like an intelligent woman. You'll manage it. Oh, and here is a picture of Mister Wenger. We don't want to push you but we'll need your definite answer within a week."
I took a long look at my husband to be.