In the corner near her was a rich surprise of new-blown , crystal-dewed roses . The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood . A sentence from a very old , very true , very wonderful Book came to her lips , `` Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning . '' XLI Love Takes Up the Glass of Time `` I 've come up to ask you to go for one of our old-time rambles through September woods and ` over hills where spices grow , ' this afternoon , '' said Gilbert , coming suddenly around the porch corner . `` Suppose we visit Hester Gray 's garden . '' Anne , sitting on the stone step with her lap full of a pale , filmy , green stuff , looked up rather blankly . `` Oh , I wish I could , '' she said slowly , `` but I really ca n't , Gilbert . I 'm going to Alice Penhallow 's wedding this evening , you know . I 've got to do something to this dress , and by the time it 's finished I 'll have to get ready . I 'm so sorry . I 'd love to go . '' `` Well , can you go tomorrow afternoon , then ? '' asked Gilbert , apparently not much disappointed . `` Yes , I think so . '' `` In that case I shall hie me home at once to do something I should otherwise have to do tomorrow . So Alice Penhallow is to be married tonight . Three weddings for you in one summer , Anne -- Phil 's , Alice 's , and Jane 's . I 'll never forgive Jane for not inviting me to her wedding . '' `` You really ca n't blame her when you think of the tremendous Andrews connection who had to be invited . The house could hardly hold them all .
I was only bidden by grace of being Jane 's old chum -- at least on XXXXX 's part .
Alice Anne Jane Phil Time evening morning new-blown night trills