“I like a man who can stick to a thing,” retorted Miss Cornelia. “Amos Grant, who used to be after me long ago, couldn’t. You never saw such a weather-vane. He jumped into the pond to drown himself once and then changed his mind and swum out again. Wasn’t that like a man? Marshall would have stuck to it and drowned.”
“And he has a bit of a temper, they tell me,” persisted Gilbert.
“He wouldn’t be an Elliott if he hadn’t. I’m thankful he has. It will be real fun to make him mad. And you can generally do something with a tempery man when it comes to repenting time. But you can’t do anything with a man who just keeps placid and aggravating.”
“You know he’s a Grit, Miss Cornelia.”
“Yes, he IS,” admitted Miss Cornelia rather sadly. “And of course there is no hope of making a Conservative of him. But at least he is a Presbyterian. So I suppose I shall have to be satisfied with that.”
“Would you marry him if he were a Methodist, Miss Cornelia?”
“No, I would not. Politics is for this world, but religion is for both.”
“And you may be a 'relict’ after all, Miss Cornelia.”
“Not I. Marshall will live me out. The Elliotts are long-lived, and the Bryants are not.”
“When are you to be married?” asked Anne.