Presently the doctor came in and we sat in the soft twilight , talking a little now and then , but silent when we wanted to be , as becomes real friendship . It was such a beautiful evening . Outside in Miss Sara 's garden the roses were white and red , and sweet with dew ; the honeysuckle at the window sent in delicious breaths now and again ; a few sleepy birds were twittering ; between the trees the sky was all pink and silvery blue and there was an evening star over the elm in my front yard . We heard somebody come through the door and down the hall . I turned , expecting to see Miss Sara -- and I saw Marcella ! She was standing in the doorway , tall and beautiful , with a ray of sunset light falling athwart her black hair under her travelling hat . She was looking past me at Doctor John and in her splendid eyes was the look of the exile who had come home to her own . `` Marcella ! '' said the doctor . I went out by the dining-room door and shut it behind me , leaving them alone together . The wedding is to be next month . Miss Sara is beside herself with delight . The excitement has been really terrible , and the way people have talked and wondered and exclaimed has almost worn my patience clean out . I 've snubbed more persons in the last ten days than I ever did in all my life before . Nothing of this worries Doctor John or Marcella . They are too happy to care for gossip or outside curiosity . The Barrys are not coming to the wedding , I understand . They refuse to forgive Marcella or countenance her folly , as they call it , in any way . Folly ! When I see those two together and realize what they mean to each other I have some humble , reverent idea of what true wisdom is .
The End of the Young Family Feud A week before Christmas , Aunt Jean wrote to Elizabeth , inviting her and Alberta and me XXXXX eat our Christmas dinner at Monkshead .
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