We had never heard her , or anybody else , speak of Mr. Malcolm MacPherson ; but volumes of explanation could not have told us more about him than did Aunt Olivia 's voice when she pronounced his name . We knew , as if it had been proclaimed to us in trumpet tones , that Mr. Malcolm MacPherson must be Aunt Olivia 's beau , and the knowledge took away our breath . We even forgot to be curious , so astonished were we . And there sat Aunt Olivia , proud and shy and exulting and shamefaced , all at once ! `` He is a brother of Mrs. John Seaman 's across the bridge , '' explained Aunt Olivia with a little simper . `` Of course you do n't remember him . He went out to British Columbia twenty years ago . But he is coming home now -- and -- and -- tell your father , wo n't you -- I -- I -- do n't like to tell him -- Mr. Malcolm MacPherson and I are going to be married . '' `` Married ! '' gasped Peggy . And `` married ! '' I echoed stupidly . Aunt Olivia bridled a little . `` There is nothing unsuitable in that , is there ? '' she asked , rather crisply . `` Oh , no , no , '' I hastened to assure her , giving Peggy a surreptitious kick to divert her thoughts from laughter . `` Only you must realize , Aunt Olivia , that this is a very great surprise to us . '' `` I thought it would be so , '' said Aunt Olivia complacently . `` But your father will know -- he will remember . I do hope he wo n't think me foolish .
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