In the fourth place , Sir Wilfrid Laurier took a fit . Sir Wilfrid was entrenched in a corner of the room behind Miranda 's piano . During his seizure he made the weirdest , most unearthly noises . He would begin with a series of choking , spasmodic sounds , continuing into a gruesome gurgle , and ending up with a strangled howl . Nobody could hear a word Mr. Meredith was saying , except now and then , when Sir Wilfrid stopped for breath . Nobody looked at the bride except Susan , who never dragged her fascinated eyes from Miranda 's face -- all the others were gazing at the dog . Miranda had been trembling with nervousness but as soon as Sir Wilfrid began his performance she forgot it . All that she could think of was that her dear dog was dying and she could not go to him . She never remembered a word of the ceremony . Rilla , who in spite of Jims , had been trying her best to look rapt and romantic , as beseemed a war bridesmaid , gave up the hopeless attempt , and devoted her energies to choking down untimely merriment . She dared not look at anybody in the room , especially Mrs. Dead Angus , for fear all her suppressed mirth should suddenly explode in a most un-young-ladylike yell of laughter . But married they were , and then they had a wedding-supper in the dining-room which was so lavish and bountiful that you would have thought it was the product of a month 's labour . Everybody had brought something . Mrs. Dead Angus had brought a large apple-pie , which she placed on a chair in the dining-room and then absently sat down on it . Neither her temper nor her black silk wedding garment was improved thereby , but the pie was never missed at the gay bridal feast . Mrs. Dead Angus eventually took it home with her again . Whiskers-on-the-moon 's pacifist pig should not get it , anyhow . That evening Mr. and Mrs. Joe , accompanied by the recovered Sir Wilfrid , departed for the Four Winds Lighthouse , which was kept by Joe 's uncle and in which they meant to spend their brief honeymoon . Una Meredith and Rilla and Susan washed the dishes , tidied up , left a cold supper and Miranda 's pitiful little note on the table for Mr. Pryor , and walked home , while the mystic veil of dreamy , haunted winter twilight wrapped itself over the Glen . `` I would really not have minded being a war-bride myself , '' remarked Susan sentimentally .
But XXXXX felt rather flat -- perhaps as a reaction to all the excitement and rush of the past thirty-six hours .
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