She looked so pretty! Her eyes were full of tears, and her cheeks were pink. She trembled a little still from agitation. After it was all over she turned to Burton, and held out her hands to him in a frightened way.
"You'll be good to me?" she questioned.
"Good!" Burton cried, with his arms about her.
He looked as if he could dare the whole world in her defense.
"If he isn't he'll have to answer to me," the minister declared, stoutly.
"And to me!" another voice cried, irately, and there was granddad Lawrence stalking, unexpectedly, into the room.
He was very much out of breath, and very angry. I don't believe that I ever saw granddad Lawrence so angry before. For one moment I thought that he was going to shake Burton; but after a bit he calmed down, and we all went home together, the bridal couple in their buggy in advance, and granddad and I behind in the dog-cart. Granddad seemed very sorrowful, and, at last, he unburdened his mind to me.
"This is all very well, Rhoda," he said, in a rueful fashion. "But who's going to break the news to your grandmother!"
He took off his hat, and rumpled up his gray hair until it stood up like quills all over his head.