those presents — look — and this letter. Read it. She has gone to coax him to come and see her married. She was crazy about it. And the minister is here and it is half-past seven. She'll ruin her dress and shoes in the dust and dew. And what if some one has seen her! Was there ever such a little fool?”
Frank’s presence of mind had returned to him. He knew all about Rachel and her father. She had told him everything.
“I'll go after her,” he said gently. “Get me my hat and coat. I'll slip down the back stairs and over to the Cove.”
“You must get out of the pantry window, then,” said Mrs. Spencer firmly, mingling comedy and tragedy after her characteristic fashion. “The kitchen is full of women. I won't have this known and talked about if it can possibly be helped.”
The bridegroom, wise beyond his years in the knowledge that it was well to yield to women in little things, crawled obediently out of the pantry window and darted through the birch wood. Mrs. Spencer had stood quakingly on guard until he had disappeared.
So Rachel had gone to her father! Like had broken the fetters of years and fled to like.
“It isn’t much use fighting against nature, I guess,” she thought grimly. “I’m beat. He must
