"You went there to see Doctor Ralph Dexter, didn"t you?"
"Yes, I did," sang Araminta, "and oh, Aunt Hitty, he was there! He was there!"
"Ain"t I told you," demanded Miss Mehitable, "how one woman went up there when she had no business to go and got burnt so awful that she has to wear a veil all the rest of her life?"
"Yes, you told me, Aunt Hitty, but, you see, I didn"t get burned."
"Araminta Lee, you"re going right straight to h.e.l.l, just as fast as you can get there. Perdition is yawning at your feet. Didn"t that blackmailing play-doctor come home with you?"
"Ralph," Said Araminta--and the way she spoke his name made it a caress--"Ralph came home with me."
"I saw you comin" home," continued Miss Mehitable, with her sharp eyes keenly fixed upon the culprit. "I saw his arm around your waist and you leanin" your head on his shoulder."
"Yes," laughed Araminta, "I haven"t forgotten. I can feel his arms around me now."
"And at the gate--you needn"t deny it, for I saw it all--he KISSED you!"
"That"s right, Aunt Hitty. At his house, he kissed me, too, lots and lots of times. And," she added, her eyes meeting her accuser"s clearly, "I kissed him."
"How do you suppose I feel to see such goin"s on, after all I"ve done for you?"
"You needn"t have looked, Aunty, if you didn"t like to see it."
"Do you know where I went when I went out? I went up to Deacon Robinson"s to lay your case before him." Miss Mehitable paused, for the worthy deacon was the fearsome spectre of young sinners.
Araminta executed an intricate dance step of her own devising, but did not seem interested in the advice he had given.
"He told me," went on Miss Mehitable, in the manner of a judge p.r.o.nouncing sentence upon a criminal, "that at any cost I must trample down this G.o.dless uprising, and a.s.sert my rightful authority. "Honour thy father and thy mother," the Bible says, and I"m your father and mother, rolled into one. He said that if I couldn"t make you listen in any other way, it would be right and proper for me to shut you up in your room and keep you on bread and water until you came to your senses."
Araminta giggled. "I wouldn"t be there long," she said. "How funny it would be for Ralph to come with a ladder and take me out!"
"Araminta Lee, what do you mean?"
"Why," explained the girl, "we"re going to be married--Ralph and I."
A nihilist bomb thrown into the immaculate kitchen could not have surprised Miss Mehitable more. She had no idea that it had gone so far. "Married!" she gasped. "You!"
"Not just me alone, Aunty, but Ralph and I. There has to be two, and I"m of age, so I can if I want to." This last heresy had been learned from Ralph, only the night before.
"Married!" gasped Miss Mehitable, again.
"Yes," returned Araminta, firmly, "married. My mother was married, and Ralph"s mother was married, and your mother was married. Everybody"s mother is married, and Mr. Thorpe says it"s the nearest there is to Heaven. He was going to be married himself, but she died.
"Dear Aunt Hitty," cooed Araminta, with winning sweetness, "don"t look so frightened. It"s nothing dreadful, it"s only natural and right, and I"m the happiest girl the sun shines on to-day. Don"t be selfish, Aunty--you"ve had me all my life, and it"s his turn now. I"ll come to see you every day and you can come and see me. Kiss me, and tell me you"re glad I"m going to be married!"
At this juncture, Thorpe entered the kitchen, not aware that he was upon forbidden ground. Attracted by the sound of voices, he had come in, just in time to hear Araminta"s last words.
"Dear child!" he said, his fine old face illumined. "And so you"re going to be married to the man you love! I"m so glad! G.o.d bless you!"
He stooped, and kissed Araminta gently upon the forehead.
Having thus seen, as it were, the sanction of the Church placed upon Araminta"s startling announcement, Miss Mehitable could say no more.
During breakfast she did not speak at all, even to Thorpe. Araminta chattered gleefully of everything under the blue heaven, and even the minister noted the liquid melody of her voice.
Afterward, she went out, as naturally as a flower turns toward the sun.
It was a part of the magic beauty of the world that she should meet Ralph, just outside the gate, with a face as radiant as her own.
"I was coming," he said, after the first rapture had somewhat subsided, "to tell Aunt Hitty."
"I told her," returned the girl, proudly, "all by my own self!"
"You don"t mean it! What did she say?"
"She said everything. She told me h.e.l.l was yawning at my feet, but I"m sure it"s Heaven. She said that she was my father and mother rolled into one, and I was obliged to remind her that I was of age. You thought of that," she said, admiringly. "I didn"t even know that I"d ever get old enough not to mind anybody but myself--or you."
"You won"t have to "mind" me," laughed Ralph. "I"ll give you a long rope."
"What would I do with a rope?" queried Araminta, seriously.
"You funny, funny girl! Didn"t you ever see a cow staked out in a pasture?"
"Yes. Am I a cow?"
"For the purposes of ill.u.s.tration, yes, and Aunt Hitty represents the stake. For eighteen or nineteen years, your rope has been so short that you could hardly move at all. Now things are changed, and I represent the stake. You"ve got the longest rope, now, that was ever made in one piece. See?"
"I"ll come back," answered Araminta, seriously. "I don"t think I need any rope at all."
"No, dear, I know that. I was only joking. You poor child, you"ve lived so long with that old dragon that you scarcely recognise a joke when you see one. A sense of humour, Araminta, is a saving grace for anybody. Next to Love, it"s the finest gift of the G.o.ds."
"Have I got it?"
"I guess so. I think it"s asleep, but we"ll wake it up. Look here, dear--see what I brought you."
From his pocket, Ralph took a small purple velvet case, lined with white satin. Within was a ring, set with a diamond, small in circ.u.mference, but deep, and of unusual brilliancy. By a singular coincidence, it fitted Araminta"s third finger exactly.
"Oh-h!" she cried, her cheeks glowing. "For me?"
"Yes, for you--till I get you another one. This was my mother"s ring, sweetheart. I found it among my father"s things. Will you wear it, for her sake and for mine?"
"I"ll wear it always," answered Araminta, her great grey eyes on his, "and I don"t want any other ring. Why, if it hadn"t been for her, I never could have had you."
Ralph took her into his arms. His heart was filled with that supreme love which has no need of words.
Meanwhile Miss Mehitable was having her bad quarter of an hour.
Man-like, Thorpe had taken himself away from a spot where he felt there was about to be a display of emotion. She was in the house alone, and the acute stillness of it seemed an accurate foreshadowing of the future.
Miss Mehitable was not among those rare souls who are seldom lonely.
Her nature demanded continuous conversation, the subject alone being unimportant. Every thought that came into her mind was destined for a normal outlet in speech. She had no mental reservoir.