Further Chronicles of Avonlea eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Further Chronicles of Avonlea.

Further Chronicles of Avonlea eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Further Chronicles of Avonlea.

Betty apparently enjoyed all this.  I grieve to say that she was a bit of a coquette.  I tried to cure her of this serious defect, but for once I found that I had undertaken something I could not accomplish.  In vain I lectured, Betty only laughed; in vain I gravely rebuked, Betty only flirted more vivaciously than before.  Men might come and men might go, but Betty went on forever.  I endured this sort of thing for a year and then I decided that it was time to interfere seriously.  I must find a husband for Betty...my fatherly duty would not be fulfilled until I had...nor, indeed, my duty to society.  She was not a safe person to have running at large.

None of the men who haunted Glenby was good enough for her.  I decided that my nephew, Frank, would do very well.  He was a capital young fellow, handsome, clean-souled, and whole-hearted.  From a worldly point of view he was what Sara would have termed an excellent match; he had money, social standing and a rising reputation as a clever young lawyer.  Yes, he should have Betty, confound him!

They had never met.  I set the wheels going at once.  The sooner all the fuss was over the better.  I hated fuss and there was bound to be a good deal of it.  But I went about the business like an accomplished matchmaker.  I invited Frank to visit The Maples and, before he came, I talked much...but not too much...of him to Betty, mingling judicious praise and still more judicious blame together.  Women never like a paragon.  Betty heard me with more gravity than she usually accorded to my dissertations on young men.  She even condescended to ask several questions about him.  This I thought a good sign.

To Frank I had said not a word about Betty; when he came to The Maples I took him over to Glenby and, coming upon Betty wandering about among the beeches in the sunset, I introduced him without any warning.

He would have been more than mortal if he had not fallen in love with her upon the spot.  It was not in the heart of man to resist her...that dainty, alluring bit of womanhood.  She was all in white, with flowers in her hair, and, for a moment, I could have murdered Frank or any other man who dared to commit the sacrilege of loving her.

Then I pulled myself together and left them alone.  I might have gone in and talked to Sara...two old folks gently reviewing their youth while the young folks courted outside...but I did not.  I prowled about the pine wood, and tried to forget how blithe and handsome that curly-headed boy, Frank, was, and what a flash had sprung into his eyes when he had seen Betty.  Well, what of it?  Was not that what I had brought him there for?  And was I not pleased at the success of my scheme?  Certainly I was!  Delighted!

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