`` Susan , '' gasped Anne . Susan halted in her mad career , set down her pot , and shook her fist after Mr. Pryor , who had not ceased to run , evidently believing that Susan was still full cry after him . `` Susan , what does this mean ? '' demanded Anne , a little severely . `` You may well ask that , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' Susan replied wrathfully . `` I have not been so upset in years . That -- that -- that pacifist has actually had the audacity to come up here and , in my own kitchen , to ask me to marry him . HIM ! '' Anne choked back a laugh . `` But -- Susan ! Could n't you have found a -- well , a less spectacular method of refusing him ? Think what a gossip this would have made if anyone had been going past and had seen such a performance . '' `` Indeed , Mrs. Dr. dear , you are quite right . I did not think of it because I was quite past thinking rationally . I was just clean mad . Come in the house and I will tell you all about it . '' Susan picked up her pot and marched into the kitchen , still trembling with wrathful excitement . She set her pot on the stove with a vicious thud . `` Wait a moment until I open all the windows to air this kitchen well , Mrs. Dr. dear . There , that is better .
And I must wash my hands , too , because I shook hands with Whiskers-on-the-moon when he came in -- not that I wanted to , but when he stuck out his fat , oily hand I did not know just what else XXXXX do at the moment .
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