As it could hardly have been
his fright that kept him away the Ingleside folk decided that some dark
fate of shot or poison had descended on him--except Susan, who believed
and continued to affirm that he had merely "gone to his own place."
Rilla lamented him, for she had been very fond of her stately golden
pussy, and had liked him quite as well in his weird Hyde moods as in his
tame Jekyll ones.
"And now, Mrs. Dr, dear," said Susan, "since the fall house-cleaning is
over and the garden truck is all safe in cellar, I am going to take a
honeymoon to celebrate the peace."
"A honeymoon, Susan?"
"Yes, Mrs. Dr. dear, a honeymoon," repeated Susan firmly. "I shall never
be able to get a husband but I am not going to be cheated out of
everything and a honeymoon I intend to have. I am going to Charlottetown
to visit my married brother and his family. His wife has been ailing all
the fall, but nobody knows whether she is going to die not. She never
did tell anyone what she was going to do until she did it. That is the
main reason why she was never liked in our family. But to be on the safe
side I feel that I should visit her. I have not been in town for over a
day for twenty years and I have a feeling that I might as well see one
of those moving pictures there is so much talk of, so as not to be
wholly out of the swim. But have no fear that I shall be carried away
with them, Mrs.
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