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 to eat our Christmas dinner at Monkshead . We accepted with delight . Aunt Jean and Uncle Norman were delightful people , and we knew we should have a jolly time at their house .
Besides , we wanted to see Monkshead , where Father had lived XXXXX his boyhood , and the old Young homestead where he had been born and brought up and where Uncle William still lived .
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