see if I don't! I like your mother, David."

"_I_ don't; _very_ much," Elizabeth volunteered. "She
looks out of her eyes at me when I get mad."

"I don't like to live at my house," Blair said, sighing.

"Why don't you run away?" demanded Elizabeth; "I'm going to some
day when I get time."

"Where would you run to?" David said, practically. David was
always disconcertingly practical.

But Elizabeth would not be pinned down to details. "I will decide
that when I get started."

"I believe," Blair meditated, "I will run away."

"I'll tell you what let's do," Elizabeth said, and paused to pick
up her right ankle and hop an ecstatic yard or two on one foot;
"I tell you what let's do: let's all run away, _and get
married!_"

The other three stared at her dumfounded. Elizabeth, whirling
about on her toes, dropped down on all--fours to turn a
somersault of joy; when she was on her feet she said, "Oh,
_let's_ get married!" But it took Blair, who always found it
difficult to make up his mind, a few moments to accept the
project.