I had seen the REAL Jonas. His voice was low and reverent. SHE would be no feather, blown about by every fickle wind of fancy. SHE would always know what hat to put on. Probably she would have only one.
Ministers never have much money.
But she wouldn't mind having one hat or none at all, because she would have Jonas. Anne Shirley, don't you dare to say or hint or think that I've fallen in love with Mr. Blake. I'm happy and wretched and scared.