And we must make other things too.

I'll help you in the morning.

But I can't help you in the afternoon for I have to make a wedding-dress and time is the essence of the contract, Susan." Susan felt that she was really too old to be subjected to such shocks.
"Who are you going to marry, Rilla ?" she asked feebly.
"Susan, darling, I am not the happy bride.

Miranda Pryor is going to marry Joe Milgrave tomorrow afternoon while her father is away in town.
A war-wedding, Susan--isn't that thrilling and romantic?
I never was so excited in my life." The excitement soon spread over Ingleside, infecting even Mrs.Blythe and Susan.
"I'll go to work on that cake at once," vowed Susan, with a glance at the clock.

"Mrs.Dr.dear, will you pick over the fruit and beat up the eggs?
If you will I can have that cake ready for the oven by the evening.