Not that Miss Cornelia concerned herself with painted oceans or sun-thirsty lilies . She sat in her favorite rocker in unusual idleness . She sewed not , neither did she spin . Nor did she say a single derogatory word concerning any portion of mankind . In short , Miss Cornelia 's conversation was singularly devoid of spice that day , and Gilbert , who had stayed home to listen to her , instead of going a-fishing , as he had intended , felt himself aggrieved . What had come over Miss Cornelia ? She did not look cast down or worried . On the contrary , there was a certain air of nervous exultation about her . `` Where is Leslie ? '' she asked -- not as if it mattered much either . `` Owen and she went raspberrying in the woods back of her farm , '' answered Anne . `` They wo n't be back before supper time -- if then . '' `` They do n't seem to have any idea that there is such a thing as a clock , '' said Gilbert . `` I ca n't get to the bottom of that affair . I 'm certain you women pulled strings . But Anne , undutiful wife , wo n't tell me . Will you , Miss Cornelia ? '' `` No , I shall not . But , '' said Miss Cornelia , with the air of one determined to take the plunge and have it over , `` I will tell you something else . I came today on purpose to tell it .
I am going XXXXX be married . ''
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