The door opened and Mrs.Blythe came in, her arms full of a filmy burden.
"Miranda dear," she said, "I want you to wear my wedding-veil tomorrow.
It is twenty-four years since I was a bride at old Green Gables--the happiest bride that ever was--and the wedding-veil of a happy bride brings good luck, they say." "Oh, how sweet of you, Mrs.Blythe," said Miranda, the ready tears starting to her eyes.
The veil was tried on and draped.

Susan dropped in to approve but dared not linger.
"I've got that cake in the oven," she said, "and I am pursuing a policy of watchful waiting.

The evening news is that the Grand Duke has captured Erzerum.

That is a pill for the Turks.

I wish I had a chance to tell the Czar just what a mistake he made when he turned Nicholas down." Susan disappeared downstairs to the kitchen, whence a dreadful thud and a piercing shriek presently sounded.