gasped the mystified Charlotta . Anne laughed . `` In prose , an old friend of Miss Lavendar 's is coming to see her tonight . '' `` Do you mean an old beau of hers ? '' demanded the literal Charlotta . `` That is probably what I do mean ... in prose , '' answered Anne gravely . `` It is Paul 's father ... Stephen Irving . And goodness knows what will come of it , but let us hope for the best , Charlotta . '' `` I hope that he 'll marry Miss Lavendar , '' was Charlotta 's unequivocal response . `` Some women 's intended from the start to be old maids , and I 'm afraid I 'm one of them , Miss Shirley , ma'am , because I 've awful little patience with the men . But Miss Lavendar never was . And I 've been awful worried , thinking what on earth she 'd do when I got so big I 'd HAVE to go to Boston . There ai n't any more girls in our family and dear knows what she 'd do if she got some stranger that might laugh at her pretendings and leave things lying round out of their place and not be willing to be called Charlotta the Fifth . She might get someone who would n't be as unlucky as me in breaking dishes but she 'd never get anyone who 'd love her better . '' And the faithful little handmaiden dashed to the oven door with a sniff . They went through the form of having tea as usual that night at Echo Lodge ; but nobody really ate anything . After tea Miss Lavendar went to her room and put on her new forget-me-not organdy , while Anne did her hair for her . Both were dreadfully excited ; but Miss Lavendar pretended to be very calm and indifferent . `` I must really mend that rent in the curtain tomorrow , '' she said anxiously , inspecting it as if it were the only thing of any importance just then . `` Those curtains have not worn as well as they should , considering the price I paid .
Dear me , XXXXX has forgotten to dust the stair railing AGAIN .
Anne Boston Charlotta Fifth Irving Lavendar Lodge Paul Shirley pretendings