I'll do the one
wrong thing of running away with you and concealing our marriage,
but not another if I can help it."
"Very well," sighed Mark, replacing the ring in his pocket with
rather a crestfallen air. "But the first thing you know you'll be
too good for me, Patty! You used to be a regular
will-o'-the-wisp, all nonsense and fun, forever laughing and
teasing, so that a fellow could never be sure of you for two
minutes together."
"It's all there underneath," said Patty, putting her hand on his
arm and turning her wistful face up to his. "It will come again;
the girl in me isn't dead; she isn't even asleep; but she's all
sobered down. She can't laugh just now, she can only smile; and
the tears are waiting underneath.
ready to spring out if any one says the wrong word. This Patty is
frightened and anxious and her heart beats too fast from morning
till night. She hasn't any mother, and she cannot say a word to
her dear sister, and she's going away to be married to you,
that's almost a stranger, and she isn't eighteen, and doesn't
know what's coming to her, nor what it means to be married. She
dreads her father's anger, and she cannot rest till she knows
whether your family will love her and take her in; and, oh! she's
a miserable, worried girl, not a bit like the old Patty.
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