“They changed their minds when I wrote them I was going to be married. I had a letter from Paul today. He says he must come to my wedding, no matter what happens to Europe.”
“That child always idolised you,” remarked Mrs. Rachel.
“That ‘child’ is a young man of nineteen now, Mrs. Lynde.”
“How time does fly!” was Mrs. Lynde’s brilliant and original response.
“Charlotta the Fourth may come with them. She sent word by Paul that she would come if her husband would let her. I wonder if she still wears those enormous blue bows, and whether her husband calls her Charlotta or Leonora. I should love to have Charlotta at my wedding. Charlotta and I were at a wedding long syne. They expect to be at Echo Lodge next week. Then there are Phil and the Reverend Jo”
“It sounds awful to hear you speaking of a minister like that, Anne,” said Mrs. Rachel severely.
“His wife calls him that.”
“She should have more respect for his holy office, then,” retorted Mrs. Rachel.
“I’ve heard you criticise ministers pretty sharply yourself,” teased Anne.
“Yes, but I do it reverently,” protested Mrs. Lynde. “You never heard me nickname a minister.”
Anne smothered a smile.
