`` Love wo n't pay the butcher 's bill , '' said Sara with a sniff , `` and landlords have an unfeeling preference for money over affection . Besides , Blanche is a mere child , far too young to be burdened with the responsibilities of life . '' Blanche is twenty -- two years older than I am . But Sara talks as if I were a mere infant . July Thirtieth . Oh , I am so happy ! I wonder if there is another girl in the world as happy as I am tonight . No , of course there can not be , because there is only one Walter ! Walter and I are engaged . It happened last night when we were sitting out in the moonlight under the silver maple on the lawn . I can not write down what he said -- the words are too sacred and beautiful to be kept anywhere but in my own heart forever and ever as long as I live . And I do n't remember just what I said . 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 XXXXX soon , Sara , '' I said impatiently .
as at if in into of out than to under