`` Sara , why do n't you like Lige ? I 'm sure he is a model young man . '' `` I do n't like model young men , '' answered Sara impatiently . `` And I really think I hate Lige Baxter . He has always been held up to me as such a paragon . I 'm tired of hearing about all his perfections . I know them all off by heart . He does n't drink , he does n't smoke , he does n't steal , he does n't tell fibs , he never loses his temper , he does n't swear , and he goes to church regularly . Such a faultless creature as that would certainly get on my nerves . No , no , you 'll have to pick out another mistress for your new house at the Bridge , Aunt Louisa . '' When the apple trees , that had been pink and white in June , were russet and bronze in October , Mrs. Eben had a quilting . The quilt was of the `` Rising Star '' pattern , which was considered in Avonlea to be very handsome . Mrs. Eben had intended it for part of Sara 's `` setting out , '' and , while she sewed the red-and-white diamonds together , she had regaled her fancy by imagining she saw it spread out on the spare-room bed of the house at Newbridge , with herself laying her bonnet and shawl on it when she went to see Sara . Those bright visions had faded with the apple blossoms , and Mrs. Eben hardly had the heart to finish the quilt at all . The quilting came off on Saturday afternoon , when Sara could be home from school . All Mrs. Eben 's particular friends were ranged around the quilt , and tongues and fingers flew . Sara flitted about , helping her aunt with the supper preparations . She was in the room , getting the custard dishes out of the cupboard , when Mrs. George Pye arrived . Mrs. George had a genius for being late . She was later than usual to-day , and she looked excited .
Every woman XXXXX the `` Rising Star '' felt that Mrs. George had some news worth listening to , and there was an expectant silence while she pulled out her chair and settled herself at the quilt .
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