"
Everybody shrieked with laughter. The doctor was quite helpless.
"Oh, Susan, Susan," he gasped. "That I should live to hear you swear."
"I am sorry," said Susan in real distress, "that I used such an
expression before two young girls. But I said that beast was darned, and
darned it is. It belongs to Old Nick."
"Do you expect it will vanish some of these days with a bang and the
odour of brimstone, Susan?"
"It will go to its own place in due time and that you may tie to," said
Susan dourly, shaking out her raddled bones and going to her oven. "I
suppose my plunking down like that has shaken my cake so that it will be
as heavy as lead."
But the cake was not heavy. It was all a bride's cake should be, and
Susan iced it beautifully. Next day she and Rilla worked all the
forenoon, making delicacies for the wedding-feast, and as soon as
Miranda phoned up that her father was safely off everything was packed
in a big hamper and taken down to the Pryor house. Joe soon arrived in
his uniform and a state of violent excitement, accompanied by his best
man, Sergeant Malcolm Crawford. There were quite a few guests, for all
the Manse and Ingleside folk were there, and a dozen or so of Joe's
relatives, including his mother, "Mrs. Dead Angus Milgrave," so called,
cheerfully, to distinguish her from another lady whose Angus was living.
Mrs. Dead Angus wore a rather disapproving expression, not caring
over-much for this alliance with the house of Whiskers-on-the-moon.
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