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"When's the wedding to be?" she asked after a pause

"The last Wednesday in August They are to be arden under the honeysuckle trellisthe very spot where Mr Irving proposed to her twenty-five years ago Marilla, that IS romantic, even in prose There's to be nobody there except Mrs Irving and Paul and Gilbert and Diana and I, and Miss Lavendar's cousins And they will leave on the six o'clock train for a trip to the Pacific coast When they coo up to Boston to live with thee is to be left just as it is

only of course they'll sell the hens and cow, and board up the sand every sulad It would have hurt me dreadfully next winter at Redmond to think of that dear stone house all stripped and deserted, with e in it But I can think of it now, just as I've always seen it, waiting happily for the suain"

There was more romance in the world than that which had fallen to the share of the ed lovers of the stone house Anne stu when she went over to Orchard Slope by the wood cut and caht were standing together under the bigDiana was leaning against the gray trunk, her lashes cast down on very crimson cheeks One hand was held by Fred, who stood with his face bent toward her, sta in low earnest tones There were no other people in the world except their two selves at that ic lance of coh the spruce wood, never stopping till she gained her own gable room, where she sat breathlessly down by herand tried to collect her scattered wits

"Diana and Fred are in love with each other," she gasped "Oh, it does seerown up"

Anne, of late, had not been without her suspicions that Diana was proving false to the s seen are s heard," or suspected, the realization that it was actually so came to her with almost the shock of perfect surprise This was succeeded by a queer, little lonely feelingas if, soate behind her, leaving Anne on the outside