Tomorrow morning we can make salads and other things.

I will work all night if necessary to get the better of Whiskers-on-the-moon." Miranda arrived, tearful and breathless.
"We must fix over my white dress for you to wear," said Rilla.

"It will fit you very nicely with a little alteration." To work went the two girls, ripping, fitting, basting, sewing for dear life.

By dint of unceasing effort they got the dress done by seven o'clock and Miranda tried it on in Rilla's room.
"It's very pretty--but oh, if I could just have a veil," sighed Miranda.

"I've always dreamed of being married in a lovely white veil." Some good fairy evidently waits on the wishes of war-brides.