I could n't write myself to explain to those two people that they each thought the world of each other still -- my hands are too stiff ; and I could n't get anyone else to write because I could n't let out what they 'd told me in confidence . So I did a mean , dishonourable thing , Nora May . I sent Anne 's letter to Gilbert and Gilbert 's to Anne . I asked Emma Matilda to address them , and Emma Matilda did it and asked no questions . I brought her up that way . Then I settled down to wait . In less than a month Gilbert 's mother had a letter from him saying that he was coming home to settle down and marry Anne . He arrived home yesterday and last night Anne came to Springdale on her way home from St. Mary 's . They came to see me this morning and said things to me I ai n't going to repeat because they would sound fearful vain . They were so happy that they made me feel as if it was a good thing to have lived eighty years in a world where folks could be so happy . They said their new joy was my birthday gift to them . The wedding is to be in September and I 'm going to Montrose in August to help Anne with her quilts . I do n't think anything will happen to prevent this time -- no quarrelling , anyhow . Those two young creatures have learned their lesson . You 'd better take it to heart too , Nora May . It 's less trouble to learn it at second hand . Do n't you ever quarrel with your real beau -- it do n't matter about the sham ones , of course . Do n't take offence at trifles or listen to what other people tell you about him -- outsiders , that is , that want to make mischief . What you think about him is of more importance than what they do . To be sure , you 're too young yet to be thinking of such things at all .
But just mind what old Aunt Susanna XXXXX you when your time comes .
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