not.

"Marilla is eighty-five," said Anne with a sigh. "Her hair is
snow-white. But, strange to say, her eyesight is better than it
was when she was sixty."

"Well, dearie, I'm real glad you're all back. I've been dreadful
lonesome. But we haven't been dull in the Glen, believe ME.
There hasn't been such an exciting spring in my time, as far as
church matters go. We've got settled with a minister at last,
Anne dearie."

"The Reverend John Knox Meredith, Mrs. Dr. dear," said Susan,
resolved not to let Miss Cornelia tell all the news.

"Is he nice?" asked Anne interestedly.

Miss Cornelia sighed and Susan groaned.

"Yes, he's nice enough if that were all," said the former. "He
is VERY nice--and very learned--and very spiritual. But, oh Anne
dearie, he has no common sense!

"How was it you called him, then?"

"Well, there's no doubt he is by far the best preacher we ever
had in Glen St. Mary church," said Miss Cornelia, veering a tack
or two. "I suppose it is because he is so moony and
absent-minded that he never got a town call. His trial sermon
was simply wonderful, believe ME. Every one went mad about it--