"Nobody ever doubted that," said Miss Cornelia, complacently.

"And old P.E.I. is the loveliest province in it and Four Winds
the loveliest spot in P.E.I.," laughed Anne, looking adoringly
out over the sunset splendour of glen and harbour and gulf. She
waved her hand at it. "I saw nothing more beautiful than that in
Europe, Miss Cornelia. Must you go? The children will be sorry
to have missed you."

"They must come and see me soon. Tell them the doughnut jar is
always full."

"Oh, at supper they were planning a descent on you. They'll go
soon; but they must settle down to school again now. And the
twins are going to take music lessons."

"Not from the Methodist minister's wife, I hope?" said Miss
Cornelia anxiously.

"No--from Rosemary West. I was up last evening to arrange it
with her. What a pretty girl she is!"

"Rosemary holds her own well. She isn't as young as she once
was."

"I thought her very charming. I've never had any real
acquaintance with her, you know. Their house is so out of the
way, and I've seldom ever seen her except at church."

"People always have liked Rosemary West, though they don't