Chapter 12 - (VERSO)
And – tell your father, won’t you? —I—I—don’t like to tell him—Mr. Malcolm MacPherson and I are going to be married.”
“Married!” gasped Peggy. And, “married!” I echoed stupidly.
Aunt Aunt Olivia bridled a little.
“There is nothing unsuitable in that, is there?” she asked,
a li rather crisply.
“Oh, no, no,” I hastened to assure her, giving Peggy a surreptitious kick to divert her thoughts from laughter. “Only you must realize, Aunt Olivia, that this is a very great surprise to us.”
“I thought it would be so,” said Aunt Olivia complacently. “But your father will know—he will remember.
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."