He'll be very angry I suppose. But are you more afraid of
your father's anger than you are of Joe's never coming back to you?"
"No," said Miranda, with sudden firmness, "I'm not."
"Will you do as I tell you then?"
"Yes, I will."
"Then get Joe on the long-distance at once and tell him to bring out a
license and ring tonight."
"Oh, I couldn't," wailed the aghast Miranda, "it--it would be so--so
indelicate."
Rilla shut her little white teeth together with a snap. "Heaven grant me
patience," she said under her breath. "I'll do it then," she said aloud,
"and meanwhile, you go home and make what preparations you can. When I
'phone down to you to come up and help me sew come at once."
As soon as Miranda, pallid, scared, but desperately resolved, had gone,
Rilla flew to the telephone and put in a long-distance call for
Charlottetown. She got through with such surprising quickness that she
was convinced Providence approved of her undertaking, but it was a good
hour before she could get in touch with Joe Milgrave at his camp.
Meanwhile, she paced impatiently about, and prayed that when she did get
Joe there would be no listeners on the line to carry news to
Whiskers-on-the-moon.
"Is that you, Joe? Rilla Blythe is speaking--Rilla--Rilla--oh, never
mind. Listen to this. Before you come home tonight get a marriage
license--a marriage license--yes, a marriage license--and a
wedding-ring.
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