For the next month Anne lived in what, for Avonlea, might be called a whirl of excitement.  The preparation of her own modest outfit for Redmond was of secondary importance.  Miss Lavendar was getting ready to be married and the stone house was the scene of endless consultations and plannings and discussions, with Charlotta the Fourth hovering on the outskirts of things in agitated delight and wonder.  Then the dressmaker came, and there was the rapture and wretchedness of choosing fashions and being fitted.  Anne and Diana spent half their time at Echo Lodge and there were nights when Anne could not sleep for wondering whether she had done right in advising Miss Lavendar to select brown rather than navy blue for her traveling dress, and to have her gray silk made princess.

Everybody concerned in Miss Lavendar’s story was very happy.  Paul Irving rushed to Green Gables to talk the news over with Anne as soon as his father had told him.

“I knew I could trust father to pick me out a nice little second mother,” he said proudly.  “It’s a fine thing to have a father you can depend on, teacher.  I just love Miss Lavendar.  Grandma is pleased, too.  She says she’s real glad father didn’t pick out an American for his second wife, because, although it turned out all right the first time, such a thing wouldn’t be likely to happen twice.  Mrs. Lynde says she thoroughly approves of the match and thinks its likely Miss Lavendar will give up her queer notions and be like other people, now that she’s going to be married.  But I hope she won’t give her queer notions up, teacher, because I like them.  And I don’t want her to be like other people.  There are too many other people around as it is.  You know, teacher.”

Charlotta the Fourth was another radiant person.

“Oh, Miss Shirley, ma’am, it has all turned out so beautiful.  When Mr. Irving and Miss Lavendar come back from their tower I’m to go up to Boston and live with them . . . and me only fifteen, and the other girls never went till they were sixteen.  Ain’t Mr. Irving splendid?  He just worships the ground she treads on and it makes me feel so queer sometimes to see the look in his eyes when he’s watching her.  It beggars description, Miss Shirley, ma’am.  I’m awful thankful they’re so fond of each other.  It’s the best way, when all’s said and done, though some folks can get along without it.  I’ve got an aunt who has been married three times and says she married the first time for love and the last two times for strictly business, and was happy with all three except at the times of the funerals.  But I think she took a resk, Miss Shirley, ma’am.”