“Oh, I should know him . . .  Something would tell me.  You know what my ideal is, Diana.”

“But people’s ideals change sometimes.”

“Mine won’t.  And I couldn’t care for any man who didn’t fulfill it.”

“What if you never meet him?”

“Then I shall die an old maid,” was the cheerful response.  “I daresay it isn’t the hardest death by any means.”

“Oh, I suppose the dying would be easy enough; it’s the living an old maid I shouldn’t like,” said Diana, with no intention of being humorous.  “Although I wouldn’t mind being an old maid very much if I could be one like Miss Lavendar.  But I never could be.  When I’m forty-five I’ll be horribly fat.  And while there might be some romance about a thin old maid there couldn’t possibly be any about a fat one.  Oh, mind you, Nelson Atkins proposed to Ruby Gillis three weeks ago.  Ruby told me all about it.  She says she never had any intention of taking him, because any one who married him will have to go in with the old folks; but Ruby says that he made such a perfectly beautiful and romantic proposal that it simply swept her off her feet.  But she didn’t want to do anything rash so she asked for a week to consider; and two days later she was at a meeting of the Sewing Circle at his mother’s and there was a book called ‘The Complete Guide to Etiquette,’ lying on the parlor table.  Ruby said she simply couldn’t describe her feelings when in a section of it headed, ‘The Deportment of Courtship and Marriage,’ she found the very proposal Nelson had made, word for word.  She went home and wrote him a perfectly scathing refusal; and she says his father and mother have taken turns watching him ever since for fear he’ll drown himself in the river; but Ruby says they needn’t be afraid; for in the Deportment of Courtship and Marriage it told how a rejected lover should behave and there’s nothing about drowning in that.  And she says Wilbur Blair is literally pining away for her but she’s perfectly helpless in the matter.”

Anne made an impatient movement.

“I hate to say it . . . it seems so disloyal . . . but, well, I don’t like Ruby Gillis now.  I liked her when we went to school and Queen’s together . . . though not so well as you and Jane of course.  But this last year at Carmody she seems so different . . . so . . . so . . .”

“I know,” nodded Diana.  “It’s the Gillis coming out in her . . . she can’t help it.  Mrs. Lynde says that if ever a Gillis girl thought about anything but the boys she never showed it in her walk and conversation.  She talks about nothing but boys and what compliments they pay her, and how crazy they all are about her at Carmody.  And the strange thing is, they are, too . . .”  Diana admitted this somewhat resentfully.  “Last night when I saw her in Mr. Blair’s store she whispered to me that she’d just made a new ‘mash.’  I wouldn’t ask her who it was, because I knew she was dying to be asked.  Well, it’s what Ruby always wanted, I suppose.  You remember even when she was little she always said she meant to have dozens of beaus when she grew up and have the very gayest time she could before she settled down.  She’s so different from Jane, isn’t she?  Jane is such a nice, sensible, lady-like girl.”