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 Susan , with a glance at the clock . `` Mrs. Dr. dear , will you pick over the fruit and beat up the eggs ? If you will I can have that cake ready for the oven by the evening . Tomorrow morning we can make salads and other things . I will work all night if necessary to get the better of Whiskers-on-the-moon . '' Miranda arrived , tearful and breathless .
`` We must fix over my white dress XXXXX you to wear , '' said Rilla .
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