Didn't Leon call it the "sparking bench"?The hemlock tree would be best.I climbed quieter than a cat,for they break bark and make an awful scratching with their claws sometimes;my bare feet were soundless.Up and up I went,slowly,for it was dreadfully rough.They were not on the sofa.I could see plainly through the needles.Then I saw the spruce would have been better,for they were standing in front of the parlour door and Peter had one hand on the knob.His other arm was around my sister Sally.
Breathlessly I leaned as far as I could,and watched.
"Father said he'd give me the money to buy a half interest,and furnish a house nicely,if you said `yes,'Sally,"said Peter.
Sally leaned back all pinksome and blushful,and while she laughed at him she "Carelessly tossed off a curl That played on her delicate brow."exactly like Mary Dow in McGuffey's Third.
"Well,what did I SAY?"she asked.
"Come to think of it,you didn't say anything."Sally's face was all afire with dancing lights,and she laughed the gayest little laugh.
"Are you so very sure of that,Peter?"she said.
"I'm not sure of anything,"said Peter,"except that I am so happy I could fly.""Try it,fool!"I said to myself,deep in my throat.
Sally laughed again,and Peter took his other hand from the door and put that arm around Sally too,and he drew her to him and kissed her,the longest,hardest kiss I ever saw.I let go and rolled,tumbled,slid,and scratched down the hemlock tree,dropped from the last branch to the ground,and scampered around the house.I reached the dining-room door when every one was gathering for supper.
"Mother!"I cried."Mother!Yes!They're engaged!He's kissing her,mother!Yes,Lucy,they're engaged!"I rushed in to tell all of them what they would be glad to know,and if there didn't stand Peter and Sally!How they ever got through that door,and across the sitting-room before me,I don't understand.Sally made a dive at me,and I was so astonished I forgot to run,so she caught me.She started for the wood house with me,and mother followed.Sally turned at the door and she was the whitest of anything you ever saw.
"This is my affair,"she said."I'll attend to this young lady.""Very well,"said mother,and as I live she turned and left me to my sad fate,as it says in a story book we have.I wish when people are going to punish me,they'd take a switch and strike respectably,like mother does.This thing of having some one get all over me,and not having an idea where I'm going to be hit,is the worst punishment that I ever had.I'd been down the hill and up the hemlock that day,anyway.I'd always been told Sally didn't want me.She PROVED it right then.Finally she quit,because she was too tired to strike again,so I crept among the shavings on the work bench and went to sleep.I THOUGHT they would like to know,and that I was going to please them.
Anyway,they found out,for by the time Sally got back Peter had told them about the store,and the furnished house,and asked father for Sally right before all of them,which father said was pretty brave;but Peter knew it was all right or he couldn't have come like he'd been doing.
After that,you couldn't hear anything at our house but wedding.
Sally's share of linen and bedding was all finished long ago.
Father took her to Fort Wayne on the cars to buy her wedding,travelling,and working dresses,and her hat,cloak,and linen,like you have when you marry.
It was strange that Sally didn't want mother to go,but she said the trip would tire her too much.Mother said it was because Sally could coax more dresses from father.Anyway,mother told him to set a limit and stick to it.She said she knew he hadn't done it as she got the first glimpse of Sally's face when they came back,but the child looked so beautiful and happy she hadn't the heart to spoil her pleasure.
The next day a sewing woman came;and all of them were shut up in the sitting-room,while the sewing machine just whizzed on the working dresses.Sally said the wedding dress had to be made by hand.She kept the room locked,and every new thing that they made was laid away on the bed in the parlour bedroom,and none of us had a peep until everything was finished.It was awfully exciting,but I wouldn't pretend I cared,because I was huffy at her.I told her I wouldn't kiss her goodbye,and I'd be GLADwhen she was gone.
Sally said the school-ma'am simply had to go to Winters',or some place else,but mother said possibly a stranger would have some ideas,and know some new styles,so Sally then thought maybe they had better try it a few days,and she could have her place and be company when she and Shelley left.Shelley was rather silent and blue,and before long I found her crying,because mother had told her she couldn't start for Chicago until after the wedding,and that would make her miss six weeks at the start.
Next day word was sent around that school was to begin the coming Monday;so Saturday afternoon the people who had children large enough to go sent the biggest of them to clean the schoolhouse.
