"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.
"In about a month's time. My wedding dress is to be
navy blue silk. And I want to ask you, Anne, dearie,
if you think it would be all right to wear a veil with
a navy blue dress. I've always thought I'd like to
wear a veil if I ever got married. Marshall says to
have it if I want to. Isn't that like a man?"
"Why shouldn't you wear it if you want to?" asked
Anne.
"Well, one doesn't want to be different from other
people," said Miss Cornelia, who was not noticeably
like anyone else on the face of the earth. "As I say,
I do fancy a veil. But maybe it shouldn't be worn with
any dress but a white one. Please tell me, Anne,
dearie, what you really think. I'll go by your
advice."
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