"And you don't think maybe I ought to have had lemon custard to go with the pumpkin instead of the mince?"
Miss Marilla Chadwick turned from her anxious watching at the kitchen window to search Mary Amber's clear young eyes for the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
"Oh, no, I think mince is much better. All men like mince-pie, it's so—sort of comprehensive, you know."
Miss Marilla turned back to her window, satisfied.