What 's to be done now ? '' `` Get another minister , '' said Mark easily . `` Where 'll you get him ? '' demanded Aunt Philippa . `` The minister at Cliftonville is away on his vacation , and Mercer is vacant , and that leaves none nearer than town . It wo n't do to depend on a town minister being able to come . No , there 's no help for it . You 'll have to have that Methodist man . '' Aunt Philippa 's tone was tragic . Plainly she thought the ceremony would scarcely be legal if that Methodist man married us . But neither Mark nor I cared . We were too happy to be disturbed by any such trifles . The young Methodist minister married us the next day in the presence of many beaming guests . Aunt Philippa , splendid in black silk and point-lace collar , neither of which lost a whit of dignity or lustre by being made ten years before , was composure itself while the ceremony was going on . But no sooner had the minister pronounced us man and wife than she spoke up . `` Now that 's over I want someone to go right out and put out the fire on the kitchen roof . It 's been on fire for the last ten minutes . '' Minister and bridegroom headed the emergency brigade , and Aunt Philippa pumped the water for them . In a short time the fire was out , all was safe , and we were receiving our deferred congratulations . `` Now , young man , '' said Aunt Philippa solemnly as she shook hands with Mark , `` do n't you ever try to get out of this , even if a Methodist minister did marry you . ''
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