She was not prepared for
such an occasion. She had never imagined herself
offering betrothal felicitations to Miss Cornelia.
"Thanks, I knew you would," said Miss Cornelia. "You
are the first of my friends to know it."
"We shall be so sorry to lose you, though, dear Miss
Cornelia," said Anne, beginning to be a little sad and
sentimental.
"Oh, you won't lose me," said Miss Cornelia
unsentimentally. "You don't suppose I would live over
harbor with all those MacAllisters and Elliotts and
Crawfords, do you? `From the conceit of the Elliotts,
the pride of the MacAllisters and the vain-glory of the
Crawfords, good Lord deliver us.' Marshall is coming
to live at my place. I'm sick and tired of hired men.
That Jim Hastings I've got this summer is positively
the worst of the species. He would drive anyone to
getting married. What do you think? He upset the
churn yesterday and spilled a big churning of cream
over the yard. And not one whit concerned about it was
he! Just gave a foolish laugh and said cream was good
for the land. Wasn't that like a man? I told him I
wasn't in the habit of fertilising my back yard with
cream.
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