She looked down at her clothes.
"What! In this dress!" she exclaimed, hotly.
He whispered again, and little by little she stopped shaking her head, and grew a trifle rosy and confused, and, at last, it seemed to me that she said, "yes." It must have been something very terrible to which she had agreed, for she faltered afterwards, and had to be encouraged some more. Then she picked a bunch of the lilacs and pinned it in her belt, and they went on toward the gate together. Her hand was on the latch before she remembered me.
"Oh, there's Rhoda!" she said.
Her eyes questioned mine, anxiously.
"Will you come, too, Rhoda?" she asked.
Somehow I felt that she would be glad to have one of the family with her, so I went.
Of course I knew that it was an elopement. Auntie May was running away, just like a princess in a fairy tale! I knew whole pages and pages of fairy tales, and I had always liked the ones best where the princess ran away; but I had never expected to be in a fairy tale myself. The sun was so bright, and the air was golden with mystery. The gate shut with a soft click. I felt that it would never betray us. It was very exciting afterwards. We turned around a corner, and there was a horse and buggy waiting for us in quite a magical fashion, and in a moment we were in and off.
"Oh, make him go fast, Burton," Auntie May prayed.