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 , Rilla ? '' she asked feebly . `` Susan , darling , I am not the happy bride . Miranda Pryor is going to marry Joe Milgrave tomorrow afternoon while her father is away in town . A war-wedding , Susan -- is n't that thrilling and romantic ? I never was so excited in my life . '' The excitement soon spread over Ingleside , infecting even Mrs. Blythe and Susan .
`` I 'll go to work on that cake at once , '' vowed XXXXX , with a glance at the clock .
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