`` Well , anyway , she met Will Montague that winter . He was handsome -- everybody says so '' -- `` And an awful flirt , '' said Felicity . `` Felicity , I WISH you would n't interrupt . It spoils the effect . What would you feel like if I went and kept stirring things that did n't belong to it into that pudding ? I feel just the same way . Well , Will Montague fell in love with Rachel Ward , and she with him , and it was all arranged that they were to be married from here in the spring . Poor Rachel was so happy that winter ; she made all her wedding things with her own hands . Girls did , then , you know , for there was no such thing as a sewing-machine . Well , at last in April the wedding day came , and all the guests were here , and Rachel was dressed in her wedding robes , waiting for her bridegroom . And '' -- the Story Girl laid down her knife and potato and clasped her wet hands -- `` WILL MONTAGUE NEVER CAME ! '' We felt as much of a shock as if we had been one of the expectant guests ourselves . `` What happened to him ? Was HE killed too ? '' asked Felix . The Story Girl sighed and resumed her work . `` No , indeed . I wish he had been . THAT would have been suitable and romantic . No , it was just something horrid .
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