“Oh, she was tired—and you know she likes to go to the shore after one of Dick’s bad days.”
“What a pity she hadn’t met and married a fellow like Ford long ago,” ruminated Gilbert. “They’d have made an ideal couple, wouldn’t they?”
“For pity’s sake, Gilbert, don’t develop into a match-maker. It’s an abominable profession for a man,” cried Anne rather sharply, afraid that Gilbert might blunder on the truth if he kept on in this strain.
“Bless us, Anne-girl, I’m not matchmaking,” protested Gilbert, rather surprised at her tone. “I was only thinking of one of the might-have-beens.”
“Well, don’t. It’s a waste of time,” said Anne. Then she added suddenly:
“Oh, Gilbert, I wish everybody could be as happy as we are.”
CHAPTER 28
ODDS AND ENDS
“I’ve been reading obituary notices,” said Miss Cornelia, laying down the Daily Enterprise and taking up her sewing.