Nor did she say a single
derogatory word concerning any portion of mankind. In
short, Miss Cornelia's conversation was singularly
devoid of spice that day, and Gilbert, who had stayed
home to listen to her, instead of going a-fishing, as
he had intended, felt himself aggrieved. What had come
over Miss Cornelia? She did not look cast down or
worried. On the contrary, there was a certain air of
nervous exultation about her.
"Where is Leslie?" she asked--not as if it mattered
much either.
"Owen and she went raspberrying in the woods back of
her farm," answered Anne. "They won't be back before
supper time-- if then."
"They don't seem to have any idea that there is such a
thing as a clock," said Gilbert. "I can't get to the
bottom of that affair. I'm certain you women pulled
strings. But Anne, undutiful wife, won't tell me.
Will you, Miss Cornelia?"
"No, I shall not. But," said Miss Cornelia, with the
air of one determined to take the plunge and have it
over, "I will tell you something else. I came today on
purpose to tell it. I am going to be married.
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