oney, that's what. Mrs. Harmon says he's an
Englishman who has made money in mines but _I_ believe he'll turn out to
be a Yankee. He certainly must have money, for he has just showered Jane
with jewelry. Her engagement ring is a diamond cluster so big that it
looks like a plaster on Jane's fat paw."

Mrs. Lynde could not keep some bitterness out of her tone. Here was
Jane Andrews, that plain little plodder, engaged to a millionaire, while
Anne, it seemed, was not yet bespoken by any one, rich or poor. And Mrs.
Harmon Andrews did brag insufferably.

"What has Gilbert Blythe been doing to at college?" asked Marilla. "I
saw him when he came home last week, and he is so pale and thin I hardly
knew him."

"He studied very hard last winter," said Anne. "You know he took High
Honors in Classics and the Cooper Prize. It hasn't been taken for five
years! So I think he's rather run down. We're all a little tired."

"Anyhow, you're a B.A. and Jane Andrews isn't and never will be," said
Mrs. Lynde, with gloomy satisfaction.

A few evenings later Anne went down to see Jane, but the latter was
away in Charlottetown--"getting sewing done," Mrs. Harmon informed Anne
proudly. "Of course an Avonlea dressmaker wouldn't do for Jane under the
circumstances."

"I've heard something very nice about Jane," said Anne.

"Yes, Jane has done pretty well, even if she isn't a B.A.," said Mrs.
Harmon, with a slight toss of her head. "Mr. Inglis is worth millions,
and they're going to Europe on their wedding tour. When they come back
they'll live in a perfect mansion of marble in Winnipeg. Jane has only
one trouble--she can cook so well and her husband won't let her cook. He
is so rich he hires his cooking done. They're going to keep a cook and
two other maids and a coachman and a man-of-all-work. But what about
YOU, Anne? I don't hear anything of your being married, after all your
college-going."

"Oh," laughed Anne, "I am going to be an old maid. I really can't find
any one to suit me." It was rather wicked of her. She deliberately meant
to remind Mrs. Andrews that if she became an old maid it was not because
she had not had at least one chance of marriage. But Mrs. Harmon took
swift revenge.

"Well, the over-particular girls generally get left, I notice. And
what's this I hear about Gilbert Blythe being engaged to a Miss Stuart?
Charlie Sloane tells me she is perfectly beautiful. Is it true?"

"I don't know if it is true that he is enga