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Updated: June 6, 2025
Saxby looked like a chief mourner, but do you suppose I cared? I dropped behind them just once before we left the shore. I knew he was watching me and I waved my hand. I suppose I am really engaged to Francis Shelmardine. But was there ever such a funny wooing? And what will Aunt Martha say? After Many Days
Presently Aunt said, majestically: "Marguerite, there is a man coming this way. We will move further down." And we moved. Poor Aunt! Mr. Shelmardine came bravely on. I felt my heart beating to my very finger tips. He halted by the fragment of an old stranded boat. Aunt had turned her back on him. I ventured on a look. He lifted his hat with a twinkle in his eye.
"Mr. Shelmardine!" I protested. "I wish you wouldn't put such ideas into my head. They won't come out no, not if I read a whole volume of sermons right through." We looked at each other for a second. Then he began to smile, and we both went off into a peal of laughter. "At least let me know if Miss Fiske rampages," he called after me as I fled.
"Why, Aunty," I protested, "I'm all in grey every bit." Aunt Martha sniffed. You don't know how much Aunt can express in a sniff. But I tripped to church like a bird. The first person I saw there was Mr. Shelmardine. He was sitting right across from me and a smile glimmered in his eyes. I did not look at him again. Through the service I was subdued enough to have satisfied even Aunt Martha.
She does not like my name, but she gives me the full benefit of it. Connie Shelmardine used to call me Rita. Connie was my roommate last year at the Seminary. We correspond occasionally, but Aunt Martha frowns on it. I have always lived with Aunt Martha my parents died when I was a baby.
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