“Well, there are Diana and Fred and little Fred and Small Anne Cordelia—and Jane Andrews. I wish I could have Miss Stacey and Aunt Jamesina and Priscilla and Stella. But Stella is in Vancouver, and Pris is in Japan, and Miss Stacey is married in California, and Aunt Jamesina has gone to India to explore her daughter’s mission field, in spite of her horror of snakes. It’s really dreadful—the way people get scattered over the globe.”
“The Lord never intended it, that’s what,” said Mrs. Rachel authoritatively. “In my young days people grew up and married and settled down where they were born, or pretty near it. Thank goodness you’ve stuck to the Island, Anne. I was afraid Gilbert would insist on rushing off to the ends of the earth when he got through college, and dragging you with him.”
“If everybody stayed where he was born places would soon be filled up, Mrs. Lynde.”
“Oh, I’m not going to argue with you, Anne. I am not a B.A. What time of the day is the ceremony to be?”
“We have decided on noon—high noon, as the society reporters say. That will give us time to catch the evening train to Glen St. Mary.”
“And you’ll be married in the parlor?”
“No—not unless it rains. We mean to be married in the orchard—with the blue sky over us and the sunshine around us. Do you know when and where
