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 “Will you do as I tell you then?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Then get Joe on the long-distance at once and tell him to bring out a license and ring tonight.”

“Oh, I couldn't,” wailed the aghast Miranda, “it—it would be so—so indelicate.”

Rilla shut her little white teeth together with a snap. “Heaven grant me patience,” she said under her breath. “I'll do it then,” she said aloud, “and meanwhile, you go home and make what preparations you can. When I ’phone down to you to come up and help me sew come at once.”

As soon as Miranda, pallid, scared, but desperately resolved, had gone, Rilla flew to the telephone and put in a long-distance call for Charlottetown. She got through with such surprising quickness that she was convinced Providence approved of her undertaking, but it was a good hour before she could get into touch with Joe Milgrave at his camp. Meanwhile, she paced impatiently about, and prayed that when she did get Joe there would be no listeners on the line to carry news to Whiskers-on-the-moon.

“Is that you, Joe? Rilla Blythe is speaking—Rilla—Rilla—oh, never mind. Listen to this. Before you come home tonight get a marriage license—a marriage license—yes, a marriage license—and a wedding ring. Did you get that? And will you do it? Very well, be sure you do it—it is your only chance.”

Flushed with triumph—for her only fear was that she might not be able to locate Joe in time—Rilla rang the Pryor ring. This time she had not such good luck for she drew Whiskers-on-the-moon.