But sometimes doubt creeps in, Mrs.
Doctor, dear, and I wonder if maybe the Old Scratch has not more to do with it than anyone else.

I cannot feel resigned THEN.

But maybe," added Susan, brightening up, "I will have a chance to get married yet.
I often and often think of the old verse my aunt used to repeat: There never was a goose so gray but sometime soon or late Some honest gander came her way and took her for his mate! A woman cannot ever be sure of not being married till she is buried, Mrs.Doctor, dear, and meanwhile I will make a batch of cherry pies.

I notice the doctor favors 'em, and I DO like cooking for a man who appreciates his victuals." Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
"I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh DOES rather bother me," she admitted.

"You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie.