It is twenty-four years since I was a bride at old Green Gables--the
happiest bride that ever was--and the wedding-veil of a happy bride
brings good luck, they say."
"Oh, how sweet of you, Mrs. Blythe," said Miranda, the ready tears
starting to her eyes.
The veil was tried on and draped. Susan dropped in to approve but dared
not linger.
"I've got that cake in the oven," she said, "and I am pursuing a policy
of watchful waiting. The evening news is that the Grand Duke has
captured Erzerum. That is a pill for the Turks. I wish I had a chance to
tell the Czar just what a mistake he made when he turned Nicholas down."
Susan disappeared downstairs to the kitchen, whence a dreadful thud and
a piercing shriek presently sounded. Everybody rushed to the kitchen--the
doctor and Miss Oliver, Mrs. Blythe, Rilla, Miranda in her wedding-veil.
Susan was sitting flatly in the middle of the kitchen floor with a
dazed, bewildered look on her face, while Doc, evidently in his Hyde
incarnation, was standing on the dresser, with his back up, his eyes
blazing, and his tail the size of three tails.
"Susan, what has happened?" cried Mrs. Blythe in alarm. "Did you fall?
Are you hurt?"
Susan picked herself up.
"No," she said grimly, "I am not hurt, though I am jarred all over. Do
not be alarmed. As for what has happened--I tried to kick that darned
cat with both feet, that is what happened.
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