"I can't help laughing, Harry," whispered Anne, giggling softly. "You
sneeze like an elephant."
"But an elephant has more sense than to sneeze as I do. I knew I'd
take cold. Anne, they're after us. It's old Mrs. Van Truder's work.
What are they up to?"
"Whatever it is, dear, they're just as much mystified as we are. Did
you hear him whistle? It is a signal."
"I say, Anne, it's a beastly mess I've got you into," groaned he.
"Dear old Harry, it is but the beginning of the mess you're getting
yourself into. I love this--every bit of it."
"You're ripping, Anne; that's what you are. I--Great Scotland! Here
comes the head-waiter, but we don't dare show ourselves. Did you ever
know such beastly luck?"
"There's another man too, away back there. And, look! Isn't that a
light coming through the trees back of the gravestones? Good Heavens,
Harry, we can't be married in a public thoroughfare. Everybody is
walking with lanterns. It's awful."
"Let's go around to the rear of the church," he exclaimed suddenly.
"Perhaps we can get our brains to work on a plan of action. But, look
here, Anne, no matter who they are or what they want, I'm going to
marry you to-night if I have to do it in the face of the entire
crowd.
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