And will you do it ? Very well , be sure you do it -- it is your only chance . '' Flushed with triumph -- for her only fear was that she might not be able to locate Joe in time -- Rilla rang the Pryor ring . This time she had not such good luck for she drew Whiskers-on-the-moon . `` Is that Miranda ? Oh -- Mr. Pryor ! Well , Mr. Pryor , will you kindly ask Miranda if she can come up this afternoon and help me with some sewing . It is very important , or I would not trouble her . Oh -- thank you . '' Mr. Pryor had consented somewhat grumpily , but he had consented -- he did not want to offend Dr. Blythe , and he knew that if he refused to allow Miranda to do any Red Cross work public opinion would make the Glen too hot for comfort . Rilla went out to the kitchen , shut all the doors with a mysterious expression which alarmed Susan , and then said solemnly , `` Susan can you make a wedding-cake this afternoon ? '' `` A wedding-cake ! '' Susan stared . Rilla had , without any warning , brought her a war-baby once upon a time . Was she now , with equal suddenness , going to produce a husband ? `` Yes , a wedding-cake -- a scrumptious wedding-cake , Susan -- a beautiful , plummy , eggy , citron-peely wedding-cake . And we must make other things too . I 'll help you in the morning . But I ca n't help you in the afternoon for I have to make a wedding-dress and time is the essence of the contract , Susan . '' Susan felt that she was really too old to be subjected to such shocks .
`` Who are you going to marry , XXXXX ? ''
Cross Glen Miranda Pryor Rilla Susan Whiskers-on-the-moon eggy morning wedding-dress