"Why, Bill Stebbins and Susie Sanders want to get married, and they
can't get into the church 'cos you have the key down your neck."
"A wedding! What thoughts of bliss come to my mind at that word," and
Miss Arabella clasped her hands, while her eyes rolled up to the
ceiling.
Rod was now becoming very impatient. He thought of the crowd waiting
before the rectory, and Parson Dan's anxiety.
"The key, Miss Arabella," he insisted. "Will you please----"
"And you think he cared?" the woman interrupted.
"Yes. But, Miss----"
"And did he look at me much with those splendid blue eyes?"
"I think he did, Miss Arabella. But will you please give me the key.
They are waiting----"
"And do you think he will come back, Rod? He said that he would return
soon. But men are so fickle."
A new idea suddenly shot into Rod's mind.
"Give me the key, Miss Arabella, and I will go after that man. It will
be my good turn."
"Oh, will you?" and the woman's face lighted up with joy. "Don't tell
him that I sent you."
"No, I won't. But the key, where is it? If it's down your neck, I'll
go out of the room until you find it."
"And you will hurry, Rod?"
"Yes, yes, but----"
"And you think you can find him?"
"I'll try if you'll give me the key, Miss Arabella.
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