"Who's that?" he demanded, beaming.
"I'm the bridesmaid," I told him.
Then I felt a sudden confidence in him. I pulled at his sleeve.
"They're running away," I confided, anxiously. "Won't you marry them? If you don't poor Auntie May will never be married at all!"
"We've only got a few moments' start, sir," Burton explained, breathlessly. "There's a carriage after us. Listen!"
Far in the direction of town we could hear the sound of coming wheels. While we listened they seemed to redouble their speed.
"Oh, if you'd please hurry, sir!" Auntie May begged, in a panic. "They'll take me home again! I know they will. Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do!"
She looked about with wild eyes as though for somewhere to hide.
The minister himself seemed to catch fire a bit at that, and he did hurry. He had us all in the parsonage parlor in a moment, and went off upstairs calling for "Dora." He was back again immediately in his surplice, with his wife following him, and there, standing before a sunny window, the wilted lilacs still pinned in her belt, Auntie May became Mrs. Burton Raymond.