For Randall Burnley had been dangling after her for three years , and everybody knew that there was nobody for a Sparhallow to marry except a Burnley and nobody for a Burnley to marry except a Sparhallow . `` Only one silk dress -- and I want a dozen , '' Avery had said scornfully . `` What would you do with a dozen silk dresses on a farm ? '' Janet asked wonderingly . `` Oh -- what indeed ? '' agreed Avery , with an impatient laugh . `` Randall will think just as much of you in drugget as in silk , '' said Janet , meaning to comfort . Again Avery laughed . `` That is true . Randall never notices what a woman has on . I like a man who does notice -- and tells me about it . I like a man who likes me better in silk than in drugget . I will wear this rosebud silk when I 'm married , and it will be supposed to last me the rest of my life and be worn on all state occasions , and in time become an heirloom like Aunt Matilda 's hideous blue satin . I want a new silk dress every month . '' Janet paid little attention to this kind of raving . Avery had always been more or less discontented . She would be contented enough after she was married . Nobody could be discontented who was Randall Burnley 's wife . Janet was sure of that . Janet liked picking apples ; Avery did not like it ; but Aunt Matilda had decreed that the red apples should be picked that afternoon , and Aunt Matilda 's word was law at the Sparhallow farm , even for wilful Avery .
So they worked and talked as they worked -- of Avery 's wedding , which was XXXXX be as soon as Bruce Gordon should arrive from Scotland .
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