"
For a few moments amazement literally held us dumb.
"You're not in earnest, Sara Stanley?" gasped Felicity at last.
"Indeed I am. I thought you'd be astonished. But I wasn't. I've
suspected it all summer, from little things I've noticed. Don't
you remember that evening last spring when I went a piece with
Miss Reade and told you when I came back that a story was growing?
I guessed it from the way the Awkward Man looked at her when I
stopped to speak to him over his garden fence."
"But--the Awkward Man!" said Felicity helplessly. "It doesn't
seem possible. Did Miss Reade tell you HERSELF?"
"Yes."
"I suppose it must be true then. But how did it ever come about?
He's SO shy and awkward. How did he ever manage to get up enough
spunk to ask her to marry him?"
"Maybe she asked him," suggested Dan.
The Story Girl looked as if she might tell if she would.
"I believe that WAS the way of it," I said, to draw her on.
"Not exactly," she said reluctantly. "I know all about it but I
can't tell you. I guessed part from things I've seen--and Miss
Reade told me a good deal--and the Awkward Man himself told me his
side of it as we came home last night. I met him just as I left
Mr. Armstrong's and we were together as far as his house.
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