Everyone was sitting in the livingroom when Jacob and Emma returned.
"Did you ask her?" Enoch asked.
"What did she say?" Fiona wanted to know.
Emma held up her hand. The room was soon filled with applause.
Miss Perigrine said "What about your parents?"
Jacob looked at her. "What about them?"
"You are both underage" Miss Perigrine reminded them. "You both need the consent of a parent or legal guardian."
Jacob shrugged and gazed into Emma's eyes.
"I don't care. I'll marry you wether they want me to or not."
Emma beamed.
"You also need my approval, which you don't have" Miss Perigrine said.
"What!"
"You heard me" Miss Perigrine's voice had become uncharacteristically cold.
"Emma, give me the ring."
Emma glumly obeyed.
"Don't be glum" Miss P. said. "You can get married when your eighteen."
She left the room.
She was in her room when Bronwyn came in with a piece of paper.
"Hello Bronwyn. What have you got there?" Miss P. asked.
"A petition" Bronwyn said.
"What for?" Miss Perigrine asked.
"So Emma and Jacob can get married. Everyone signed it."
Miss Perigrine looked at the petition. She had an idea.