Did you get that? And will you do it? Very well, be sure
you do it--it is your only chance."
Flushed with triumph--for her only fear was that she might not be able
to locate Joe in time--Rilla rang the Pryor ring. This time she had not
such good luck for she drew Whiskers-on-the-moon.
"Is that Miranda? Oh--Mr. Pryor! Well, Mr. Pryor, will you kindly ask
Miranda if she can come up this afternoon and help me with some sewing.
It is very important, or I would not trouble her. Oh--thank you."
Mr. Pryor had consented somewhat grumpily, but he had consented--he did
not want to offend Dr. Blythe, and he knew that if he refused to allow
Miranda to do any Red Cross work public opinion would make the Glen too
hot for comfort. Rilla went out to the kitchen, shut all the doors with
a mysterious expression which alarmed Susan, and then said solemnly,
"Susan can you make a wedding-cake this afternoon?"
"A wedding-cake!" Susan stared. Rilla had, without any warning, brought
her a war-baby once upon a time. Was she now, with equal suddenness,
going to produce a husband?
"Yes, a wedding-cake--a scrumptious wedding-cake, Susan--a beautiful,
plummy, eggy, citron-peely wedding-cake. And we must make other things
too. I'll help you in the morning. But I can't help you in the afternoon
for I have to make a wedding-dress and time is the essence of the
contract, Susan."
Susan felt that she was really too old to be subjected to such shocks.
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