L.M. Montgomery Quote
Aunt Elizabeth came in. Emily, the rock-crystal goblet! Your Grandmother Murray’s goblet! And you have broken it! No, really. Aunty dear, I didn’t. Mr. Greaves — Mr. Mark Delage Greaves did it. He threw it at the stove. Threw it at the stove! Aunt Elizabeth was staggered. Why did he throw it at the stove? Because I wouldn’t marry him, said Emily. Marry him! Did you ever see him before? Never. Aunt Elizabeth gathered up the fragments of the crystal goblet and went out quite speechless. There was — there must be — something wrong with a girl when a man proposed marriage to her at first meeting. And hurled heirloom goblets at inoffensive stoves.
L.M. Montgomery
Aunt Elizabeth came in. Emily, the rock-crystal goblet! Your Grandmother Murray’s goblet! And you have broken it! No, really. Aunty dear, I didn’t. Mr. Greaves — Mr. Mark Delage Greaves did it. He threw it at the stove. Threw it at the stove! Aunt Elizabeth was staggered. Why did he throw it at the stove? Because I wouldn’t marry him, said Emily. Marry him! Did you ever see him before? Never. Aunt Elizabeth gathered up the fragments of the crystal goblet and went out quite speechless. There was — there must be — something wrong with a girl when a man proposed marriage to her at first meeting. And hurled heirloom goblets at inoffensive stoves.