`` I do n't think Mrs. Moore is built on those lines . I saw her working in her garden the other day , and , though I was too far away to see clearly , I thought she was rather slender . She does n't seem very socially inclined when she has never called on you yet , although she 's your nearest neighbor . '' `` She ca n't be like Mrs. Lynde , after all , or curiosity would have brought her , '' said Anne . `` This caller is , I think , Miss Cornelia . '' Miss Cornelia it was ; moreover , Miss Cornelia had not come to make any brief and fashionable wedding call . She had her work under her arm in a substantial parcel , and when Anne asked her to stay she promptly took off her capacious sun-hat , which had been held on her head , despite irreverent September breezes , by a tight elastic band under her hard little knob of fair hair . No hat pins for Miss Cornelia , an it please ye ! Elastic bands had been good enough for her mother and they were good enough for HER . She had a fresh , round , pink-and-white face , and jolly brown eyes . She did not look in the least like the traditional old maid , and there was something in her expression which won Anne instantly . With her old instinctive quickness to discern kindred spirits she knew she was going to like Miss Cornelia , in spite of uncertain oddities of opinion , and certain oddities of attire . Nobody but Miss Cornelia would have come to make a call arrayed in a striped blue-and-white apron and a wrapper of chocolate print , with a design of huge , pink roses scattered over it . And nobody but Miss Cornelia could have looked dignified and suitably garbed in it . Had Miss Cornelia been entering a palace to call on a prince 's bride , she would have been just as dignified and just as wholly mistress of the situation . She would have trailed her rose-spattered flounce over the marble floors just as unconcernedly , and she would have proceeded just as calmly to disabuse the mind of the princess of any idea that the possession of a mere man , be he prince or peasant , was anything to brag of . `` I 've brought my work , Mrs. Blythe , dearie , '' she remarked , unrolling some dainty material . `` I 'm in a hurry to get this done , and there is n't any time to lose . '' Anne looked in some surprise at the white garment spread over Miss Cornelia 's ample lap . It was certainly a baby 's dress , and it was most beautifully made , with tiny frills and tucks .
Miss XXXXX adjusted her glasses and fell to embroidering with exquisite stitches .
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