His other arm was around my sister Sally.

Breathlessly I leaned as far as I could, and watched.
"Father said he'd give me the money to buy a half interest, and furnish a house nicely, if you said 'yes,' Sally," said Peter.
Sally leaned back all pinksome and blushful, and while she laughed at him she "Carelessly tossed off a curl That played on her delicate brow." exactly like Mary Dow in McGuffey's Third.
"Well, what did I SAY ?" she asked.
"Come to think of it, you didn't say anything." Sally's face was all afire with dancing lights, and she laughed the gayest little laugh.
"Are you so very sure of that, Peter ?" she said.
"I'm not sure of anything," said Peter, "except that I am so happy I could fly." "Try it, fool!" I said to myself, deep in my throat.
Sally laughed again, and Peter took his other hand from the door and put that arm around Sally too, and he drew her to him and kissed her, the longest, hardest kiss I ever saw.

I let go and rolled, tumbled, slid, and scratched down the hemlock tree, dropped from the last branch to the ground, and scampered around the house.

I reached the dining-room door when every one was gathering for supper.
"Mother!" I cried.

"Mother! Yes! They're engaged! He's kissing her, mother! Yes, Lucy, they're engaged!" I rushed in to tell all of them what they would be glad to know, and if there didn't stand Peter and Sally! How they ever got through that door, and across the sitting-room before me, I don't understand.