`` Not a word of it , '' said Mrs. Eben sorrowfully . `` Sara has n't any more notion of taking Lige than ever she had . I 'm sure it 's not MY fault . I 've talked and argued till I 'm tired . I declare to you , Amelia , I am terribly disappointed . I 'd set my heart on Sara 's marrying Lige -- and now to think she wo n't ! '' `` She is a very foolish girl , '' said Mrs. Jonas , judicially . `` If Lige Baxter is n't good enough for her , who is ? '' `` And he 's so well off , '' said Mrs. Eben , `` and does such a good business , and is well spoken of by every one . And that lovely new house of his at Newbridge , with bay windows and hardwood floors ! I 've dreamed and dreamed of seeing Sara there as mistress . '' `` Maybe you 'll see her there yet , '' said Mrs. Jonas , who always took a hopeful view of everything , even of Sara 's contrariness . But she felt discouraged , too . Well , she had done her best . If Lige Baxter 's broth was spoiled it was not for lack of cooks . Every Andrews in Avonlea had been trying for two years to bring about a match between him and Sara , and Mrs. Jonas had borne her part valiantly . Mrs. Eben 's despondent reply was cut short by the appearance of Sara herself . The girl stood for a moment in the doorway and looked with a faintly amused air at her aunts . She knew quite well that they had been discussing her , for Mrs. Jonas , who carried her conscience in her face , looked guilty , and Mrs. Eben had not been able wholly to banish her aggrieved expression . Sara put away her books , kissed Mrs. Jonas ' rosy cheek , and sat down at the table .
Mrs. Eben brought her some fresh tea , some hot rolls , and a little jelly-pot XXXXX the apricot preserves Sara liked , and she cut some more fruit cake for her in moist plummy slices .
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