`` It 's nothing but a chronic case of old-maidism , '' said father impatiently . Things were very dull for a week . We saw no more of Mr. Malcolm MacPherson and we missed him dreadfully . Aunt Olivia was inscrutable , and worked with fierceness at superfluous tasks . One evening father came home with some news . `` Malcolm MacPherson is leaving on the 7:30 train for the west , '' he said . `` He has rented the Avonlea place and he 's off . They say he is mad as a hatter at the trick Olivia played on him . '' After tea Peggy and I went over to see Aunt Olivia , who had asked our advice about a wrapper . She was sewing as for dear life , and her face was primmer and colder than ever . I wondered if she knew of Mr. Malcolm MacPherson 's departure . Delicacy forbade me to mention it but Peggy had no such scruples . `` Well , Aunt Olivia , your beau is off , '' she announced cheerfully . `` You wo n't be bothered with him again . He is leaving on the mail train for the west . '' Aunt Olivia dropped her sewing and stood up . I have never seen anything like the transformation that came over her . It was so thorough and sudden as to be almost uncanny . The old maid vanished completely , and in her place was a woman , full to the lips with primitive emotion and pain . `` What shall I do ? ''
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