Just under the glare of the station lamp we saw Mr. Malcolm MacPherson , grip in hand . Fortunately no one else was very near , but it would have been all the same had they been the centre of a crowd . Aunt Olivia fairly flung herself against him . `` Malcolm , '' she cried , `` do n't go -- do n't go -- I 'll marry you -- I 'll go anywhere -- and I do n't care how much mud you bring in ! '' That truly Aunt Olivia touch relieved the tension of the situation a little . Mr. MacPherson put his arm about her and drew her back into the shadows . `` There , there , '' he soothed . `` Of course I wo n't be going . Do n't cry , Nillie-girl . '' `` And you 'll come right back with me now ? '' implored Aunt Olivia , clinging to him as if she feared he would be whisked away from her yet if she let go for a moment . `` Of course , of course , '' he said . Peggy got a chance home with a friend , and Aunt Olivia and Mr. Malcolm MacPherson and I drove back in the buggy . Mr. MacPherson held Aunt Olivia on his knee because there was no room , but she would have sat there , I think , had there been a dozen vacant seats . She clung to him in the most barefaced fashion , and all her former primness and reserve were swept away completely . She kissed him a dozen times or more and told him she loved him -- and I did not even smile , nor did I want to . Somehow , it did not seem in the least funny to me then , nor does it now , although it doubtless will to others . There was too much real intensity of feeling in it all to leave any room for the ridiculous . So wrapped up in each other were they that I did not even feel superfluous . I set them safely down in Aunt Olivia 's yard and turned homeward , completely forgotten by the pair .
But in the moonlight , which flooded the front of the house , I saw something that testified eloquently XXXXX the transformation in Aunt Olivia .
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