"
"Then come on. Let's skip out now, the way they do in the books. Let's
take the next train."
"Why not get married here?" objected Isabel, practically, "and take the
four-thirty into town? There's a minister here, and while you're seeing
about it, I can go home and get my coat."
"All right, but don't stop for anything else. We've got to hustle. Don't
tell anybody."
"Not even Aunt Francesca?"
"No, she'd make a fuss. And besides, she doesn't deserve it, if she's
been mean to you." Romeo leaned over and bestowed a meaningless peck
upon the fair cheek of his betrothed.
"I'll never be mean to you," he said.
"I know you won't," Isabel returned, trustfully. Then she laughed as she
rose to her feet. "It will be a good joke on Allison," she said,
gleefully.
"It'll be a good joke on everybody," Romeo agreed, happily.
"Listen," said Isabel. A faint chug-chug was heard in the distance,
gradually coming nearer. "It's my car. I wish you hadn't been so quick
to get rid of it last night. We could have gone away in it now."
"Never mind, I'll buy you another."
They hoped to reach the turn in the road before the car got there, but
failed.
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