"
"Miriam!" exclaimed Ralph, "you astonish me by the force of your
statements. Wait here one moment," and he ran into the hall through which
he had seen Cicely passing, and presently reappeared with her.
"Miss Drane," said he, "do you know that my sister thinks that I ought to
marry you?"
In an instant Miriam had slipped from the table to the floor.
"Good gracious, Ralph!" she cried. "What do you mean?"
"I am merely stating your advice," he answered; "and now, Miss Drane, how
does it strike you?"
"Well," said Cicely, demurely, "if your sister really thinks we should
marry, I suppose--I suppose we ought to do it."
Miriam's eyes flashed from one to the other, then there were two girlish
cries and a manly laugh, and in a moment Miriam and Cicely were in each
other's arms, while Ralph's arms were around them both.
"Now," said Cicely, when this group had separated itself into its several
parts, "I must run up and tell mother." And very soon Mrs. Drane
understood why there had been sobriety at breakfast and hilarity at
dinner.
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