Anne's House of Dreams - L. M. Montgomery [61]
They clasped hands and smiled at each other through the tears that filled the grey eyes and the blue.
22
MISS CORNELIA ARRANGES MATTERS
Gilbert insisted that Susan should be kept on at the little house for the summer. Anne protested at first.
‘Life here with just the two of us is so sweet, Gilbert. It spoils it a little to have anyone else. Susan is a dear soul, but she is an outsider. It won’t hurt me to do the work here.’
‘You must take your doctor’s advice,’ said Gilbert. ‘There’s an old proverb to the effect that shoemakers’ wives go barefoot and doctors’ wives die young. I don’t mean that it shall be true in my household. You will keep Susan until the old spring comes back into your step, and those little hollows on your cheeks fill out.’
‘You just take it easy, Mrs Doctor, dear,’ said Susan, coming abruptly in. ‘Have a good time and do not worry about the pantry. Susan is at the helm. There is no use in keeping a dog and doing your own barking. I am going to take your breakfast up to you every morning.’
‘Indeed you are not,’ laughed Anne. ‘I agree with Miss Cornelia that it’s a scandal for a woman who isn’t sick to eat her breakfast in bed, and almost justifies the men in any enormities.’
‘Oh, Cornelia!’ said Susan, with ineffable contempt. ‘I think you have better sense, Mrs Doctor, dear, than to heed what Cornelia Bryant says. I cannot see why she must be always running down the men, even if she is an old maid. I am an old maid, but you never hear me abusing the men. I like ’em. I would have married one if I could. Is it not funny nobody ever asked me to marry him, Mrs Doctor, dear? I am no beauty, but I am as good-looking as most of the married women you see. But I never had a beau. What do you suppose is the reason?’
‘It may be predestination,’ suggested Anne, with unearthly solemnity.
Susan nodded.
‘That is what I have often thought, Mrs Doctor, dear, and a great comfort it is. I do not mind nobody wanting me if the Almighty decreed it so for His own wise purposes. But sometimes doubt creeps in, Mrs Doctor, dear, and I wonder if maybe the Old Scratch has not more to do with it than anyone else. I cannot feel resigned then. But maybe,’ added Susan, brightening up, ‘I will have a chance to get married yet. I often and often think of the old verse my aunt used to repeat:
There never was a goose so grey but some time soon or late
Some honest gander came her way and took her for his mate!
A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies. I notice the doctor favours ’em, and I do like cooking for a man who appreciates his victuals.’
Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
‘I don’t mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me,’ she admitted. ‘You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie. Do I smell cherry pie? If I do, ask me to stay to tea. Haven’t tasted a cherry pie this summer. My cherries have all been stolen by those scamps of Gilman boys from the Glen.’
‘Now, now, Cornelia,’ remonstrated Captain Jim, who had been reading a sea novel in a corner of the living-room, ‘you shouldn’t say that about those two poor, motherless little Gilman boys, unless you’ve got certain proof. Jest because their father ain’t none too honest isn’t any reason for calling them thieves. It’s more likely it’s been the robins took your cherries. They’re turrible thick this year.’
‘Robins!’ said Miss Cornelia disdainfully. ‘Humph! Two-legged robins, believe me!’
‘Well, most of the Four Winds robins are constructed on that principle,’ said Captain Jim gravely.
Miss Cornelia stared at him for a moment. Then she leaned back in her rocker and laughed long