`` Who are you going to marry , Rilla ? '' she asked feebly . `` Susan , darling , I am not the happy bride . Miranda Pryor is going to marry Joe Milgrave tomorrow afternoon while her father is away in town . A war-wedding , Susan -- is n't that thrilling and romantic ? I never was so excited in my life . '' The excitement soon spread over Ingleside , infecting even Mrs. Blythe and Susan . `` I 'll go to work on that cake at once , '' vowed Susan , with a glance at the clock . `` Mrs. Dr. dear , will you pick over the fruit and beat up the eggs ? If you will I can have that cake ready for the oven by the evening . Tomorrow morning we can make salads and other things . I will work all night if necessary to get the better of Whiskers-on-the-moon . '' Miranda arrived , tearful and breathless . `` We must fix over my white dress for you to wear , '' said Rilla . `` It will fit you very nicely with a little alteration . '' To work went the two girls , ripping , fitting , basting , sewing for dear life . By dint of unceasing effort they got the dress done by seven o'clock and Miranda tried it on in Rilla 's room . `` It 's very pretty -- but oh , if I could just have a veil , '' sighed Miranda . `` I 've always dreamed of being married in a lovely white veil . '' Some good fairy evidently waits on the wishes of war-brides .
The door opened and Mrs. Blythe came in , her arms full XXXXX a filmy burden .
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