But I never had a beau. What do you suppose is the
reason?"
"It may be predestination," suggested Anne, with
unearthly solemnity.
Susan nodded.
"That is what I have often thought, Mrs. Doctor, dear,
and a great comfort it is. I do not mind nobody
wanting me if the Almighty decreed it so for His own
wise purposes. But sometimes doubt creeps in, Mrs.
Doctor, dear, and I wonder if maybe the Old Scratch has
not more to do with it than anyone else. I cannot feel
resigned THEN. But maybe," added Susan, brightening
up, "I will have a chance to get married yet. I often
and often think of the old verse my aunt used to
repeat:
There never was a goose so gray but sometime soon or
late Some honest gander came her way and took her for
his mate!
A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till
she is buried, Mrs. Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will
make a batch of cherry pies. I notice the doctor
favors 'em, and I DO like cooking for a man who
appreciates his victuals."
Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a
little.
"I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the
flesh DOES rather bother me," she admitted.
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