All the while he was drawing her nearer and nearer to him. She resisted. At least she thought she was resisting, but it didn't seem to make any difference. Nearer his eyes came to hers; nearer his lips came to hers. She gave a quick gasp as one before sudden danger. Then she felt his warm lips against hers and swayed slightly. But his arms were about her. They were strong about her, so that, while she felt as though hanging dizzily over a precipice, she at the same moment never felt safer in her life. With his lips against her lips, she closed her eyes until, to keep from losing herself completely, she broke free. Her cheeks scarlet, her breath coming short, her eyes like stars, she stared at him a moment, and then like a startled fawn turned and ran for the house. He followed, but her feet were tipped with wings. He did not catch her until she had burst into the kitchen, where in some fear Mrs. Halliday gathered her into her arms. "She hasn't answered me even yet," he explained to Mrs. Halliday. "Oh, Don," cried the trembling girl, her voice smothered in Mrs. Halliday's shoulder. "You dare say that after--" "Well, after what?" demanded Mrs. Halliday. CHAPTER XXXII BARTON APPEARS The details of the wedding Mrs. Halliday decided to take over into her own hands. "You two can just leave that to me," she informed them. "But look here," protested Don, "I don't see why we need bother with a lot of fuss and--" "What business is this of yours?" Mrs. Halliday challenged him. "Only we haven't much time," he warned. "There's going to be time enough for Sally to be married properly," she decided. That was all there was to it. It seems that tucked away up in the attic there was an old trunk and tucked away in that a wedding dress of white silk which had been worn by Sally's mother. "It's been kept ag'in' this very day," explained Mrs. Halliday, "though I will say that I was beginnin' to git discouraged." The dress was brought out, and no more auspicious omen could have been furnished Mrs. Halliday than the fact that, except in several unimportant details, Sally could have put it on and worn it, just as it was. Not only did it fit, but the intervening years had brought back into style again the very mode in which it had been designed, so that, had she gone to a Fifth Avenue dressmaker, she could have found nothing more in fashion. Thus it was possible to set the wedding date just four days off, for Saturday. That was not one moment more of time than Mrs. Halliday needed in which to put the house in order--even with the hearty cooperation of Don, who insisted upon doing his part, which included the washing of all the upper windows.