"And not born in Yankeedom, either!" laughed the professor, really
pitying Sara's distress.
Morton came to the rescue, as usual.
"If it is Mr. Glendenning, that's no reason for blazening it around all
over the country, as if you were too proud of it to keep still. Robert
Glendenning's a nice fellow, but I never saw anybody quite good enough
for Sara."
"Nor I," said Molly, entirely unruffled; "but she's like those of royal
blood, you see--she makes a man honorable by marrying him."
Amid the laughter over the cool impudence of this assumption, Sara
recovered herself somewhat, and received with tranquillity the hearty
congratulations which followed.
"I'm not a bit surprised--I saw it as long ago as last Thanksgiving,"
observed Mrs. Macon.
"Yes," put in her husband placidly, "Mrs. Macon's foresight is almost up
to the Irishman's."
"Well, you may laugh, but I did--and what's more, I gave my consent. I
told him he was _most welcome_, and he understood me!"
"That was generous," said the professor ironically, beginning to cut the
leaves of half a dozen periodicals which awaited him upon the library
table; at which the rest--taking the hint--adjourned to the veranda, to
talk it over at their leisure.
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