I'll go by your
advice."
"I don't think veils are usually worn with any but
white dresses," admitted Anne, "but that is merely a
convention; and I am like Mr. Elliott, Miss Cornelia.
I don't see any good reason why you shouldn't have a
veil if you want one."
But Miss Cornelia, who made her calls in calico
wrappers, shook her head.
"If it isn't the proper thing I won't wear it," she
said, with a sigh of regret for a lost dream.
"Since you are determined to be married, Miss
Cornelia," said Gilbert solemnly, "I shall give you
the excellent rules for the management of a husband
which my grandmother gave my mother when she married my
father."
"Well, I reckon I can manage Marshall Elliott," said
Miss Cornelia placidly. "But let us hear your rules."
"The first one is, catch him."
"He's caught. Go on."
"The second one is, feed him well."
"With enough pie. What next?"
"The third and fourth are--keep your eye on him."
"I believe you," said Miss Cornelia emphatically.
CHAPTER 38
RED ROSES
The garden of the little house was a haunt beloved of
bees and reddened by late roses that August.
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