But we understood each other perfectly at last . Of course Sara had to do her best to spoil things . Just as Walter had taken my hand in his and bent forward with his splendid earnest eyes just burning into mine , and my heart was beating so furiously , Sara came to the front door and called out , `` Beatrice ! Beatrice ! Have you your rubbers on ? And do n't you think it is too damp out there for you in that heavy dew ? Better come into the house , both of you . Walter has a cold now . '' `` Oh , we 'll be in soon , Sara , '' I said impatiently . But we did n't go in for an hour , and when we did Sara was cross , and after Walter had gone she told me I was a very silly girl to be so reckless of my health and risk getting pneumonia loitering out in the dew with a sentimental boy . I had had some vague thoughts of telling Sara all about my new happiness , for it was so great I wanted to talk it over with somebody , but I could n't after that . Oh , I wish I had a mother ! She could understand . But Sara can not . Walter and I have decided to keep our engagement a secret for a month -- just our own beautiful secret unshared by anyone . Then before he goes back to college he is going to tell Sara and ask her consent . I do n't think Sara will refuse it exactly . She really likes Walter very well . But I know she will be horrid and I just dread it . She will say I am too young and that a boy like Walter has no business to get engaged until he is through college and that we have n't known each other long enough to know anything about each other and that we are only a pair of romantic children .
And after she has said all this and given a disapproving consent she will begin to train me up in the way a good housekeeper should go , and talk XXXXX me about table linen and the best way to manage a range and how to tell if a chicken is really a chicken or only an old hen .
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