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 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 XXXXX a month -- just our own beautiful secret unshared by anyone .
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