He horrified her a dozen times in an hour ; nevertheless , she was very proud of him , and liked to be teased about him , too . She was delighted that we admired him . `` Though , to be sure , he is very different in his looks from what he used to be , '' she said . `` He is so dreadfully big ! And I do not like a beard , but I have not the courage to ask him to shave it off . He might be offended . He has bought the old Lynde place in Avonlea and wants to be married in a month . But , dear me , that is too soon . It -- it would be hardly proper . '' Peggy and I liked Mr. Malcolm MacPherson very much . So did father . We were glad that he seemed to think Aunt Olivia perfection . He was as happy as the day was long ; but poor Aunt Olivia , under all her surface pride and importance , was not . Amid all the humour of the circumstances Peggy and I snuffed tragedy compounded with the humour . Mr. Malcolm MacPherson could never be trained to old-maidishness , and even Aunt Olivia seemed to realize this . He never stopped to clear his boots when he came in , although she had an ostentatiously new scraper put at each door for his benefit . He seldom moved in the house without knocking some of Aunt Olivia 's treasures over . He smoked cigars in her parlour and scattered the ashes over the floor . He brought her flowers every day and stuck them into whatever receptacle came handiest . He sat on her cushions and rolled her antimacassars up into balls .
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