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148 judicially. “If Lige Baxter isn’t good enough for her, who is?”

“And he’s so well off,” said Mrs. Eben, “and does such a good business, and is well spoken of by every one. And that lovely new house of his at Newbridge, with bay windows and hardwood floors! I’ve dreamed and dreamed of seeing Sara there as mistress.”

“Maybe you'll see her there yet,” said Mrs. Jonas, who always took a hopeful view of everything, even of Sara’s contrariness. But she felt discouraged, too. Well, she had done her best.

If Lige Baxter’s broth was spoiled it was not for lack of cooks. Every Andrews in Avonlea had been trying for two years to bring about a match between him and Sara, and Mrs. Jonas had borne her part valiantly.

Mrs. Eben’s despondent reply was cut short by the appearance of Sara herself. The girl stood for a moment in the doorway and looked with a faintly amused air at her aunts. She knew quite well that they had been discussing her, for Mrs. Jonas, who carried her conscience in her face, looked guilty, and Mrs. Eben had not been able wholly to banish her aggrieved expression.

Sara put away her books, kissed Mrs. Jonas’ rosy cheek, and sat down at the table. Mrs. Eben brought her some fresh tea, some hot rolls, and a