Aunt Philippa was standing by my bed . I was too abject to resent her coming in without knocking . `` Nothing , '' I said spiritlessly . `` If you 've been crying for three mortal hours over nothing you want a good spanking and you 'll get it , '' observed Aunt Philippa placidly , sitting down on my trunk . `` Get right up off that bed this minute and tell me what the trouble is . I 'm bound to know , for I 'm in your father 's place at present . '' `` There , then ! '' I flung her Mark 's letter . There was n't anything in it that it was sacrilege to let another person see . That was one reason why I had been crying . Aunt Philippa read it over twice . Then she folded it up deliberately and put it back in the envelope . `` What are you going to do ? '' she asked in a matter-of-fact tone . `` I 'm not going to run away to be married , '' I answered sullenly . `` Well , no , I would n't advise you to , '' said Aunt Philippa reflectively . `` It 's a kind of low-down thing to do , though there 's been a terrible lot of romantic nonsense talked and writ about eloping . It may be a painful necessity sometimes , but it ai n't in this case . You write to your young man and tell him to come here and be married respectable under my roof , same as a Goodwin ought to . '' I sat up and stared at Aunt Philippa .
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