Excited! To my dying day I will never
forget the thrill of it. Being in love myself, as I
had once thought, wasn't a circumstance to it,
and the other girls were as bad as I. To help
a heart-yearning, backboneless young girl
escape from the captivity of a cast-iron
grandparent was something no red-blooded person
could refuse, and every one of us agreed that the
only thing for Amy to do was to walk into the
den of lions and tell the head lioness the truth;
ask her permission to many the man she loved,
and, if she would not give it, to take it, anyhow,
and tell her farewell and leave at once for South
America. That, at least, was what I thought
ought to be done, and after a while the others
thought so, too. At first there was a lot of
argument, but I told them I would never agree to
Amy's running away to be married without her
first telling her grandmother she was going to do
it. That is, if she would not let her be married
at home. If the G. M. would not let, then Amy
could take the first train out, but she mustn't
take it until she had shown her grandmother the
respect she did not deserve. I never could bear
runaway marriages. There's always something
so common about them, and I wasn't going to be
party to one if I could help it.
All the time we were talking we left Amy out
of it, and never once asked her what she
preferred in the matter. The reason we didn't was
the poor little thing was so frightened and
distressed that she could not open her lips. We
would not let her come down-stairs with us, and
when we said good night I whispered that I would
see Taylor on my way to Rose Hill, and at ten
o'clock the next morning we would meet her at
the back of Miss Susanna's vegetable garden
under the big locust-tree, and that she mustn't
worry, we'd fix it, he and I. Also I told her she
might bring up some toilet things and little
traveling necessities and leave them with me;
and though she clung to me like a frightened
child and didn't speak, she was down by the
barn the next morning at ten, and so was Taylor.
I let them get there a little ahead of me.
CHAPTER XXVI
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