“Mrs. Lynde was awful mad the other day because
I asked her if she was alive in Noah’s time.
I dident mean to hurt her feelings. I just wanted
to know. Was she, Anne?
“Mr. Harrison wanted to get rid of his dog.
So he hunged him once but he come to life and scooted
for the barn while Mr. Harrison was digging the grave,
so he hunged him again and he stayed dead that time.
Mr. Harrison has a new man working for him. He’s
awful okward. Mr. Harrison says he is left handed
in both his feet. Mr. Barry’s hired man
is lazy. Mrs. Barry says that but Mr. Barry says
he aint lazy exactly only he thinks it easier to pray
for things than to work for them.
“Mrs. Harmon Andrews prize pig that she talked
so much of died in a fit. Mrs. Lynde says it
was a judgment on her for pride. But I think it
was hard on the pig. Milty Boulter has been sick.
The doctor gave him medicine and it tasted horrid.
I offered to take it for him for a quarter but the
Boulters are so mean. Milty says he’d rather
take it himself and save his money. I asked Mrs.
Boulter how a person would go about catching a man
and she got awful mad and said she dident know, shed
never chased men.
“The A.V.I.S. is going to paint the hall again.
They’re tired of having it blue.
“The new minister was here to tea last night.
He took three pieces of pie. If I did that Mrs.
Lynde would call me piggy. And he et fast and
took big bites and Marilla is always telling me not
to do that. Why can ministers do what boys can’t?
I want to know.
“I haven’t any more news. Here are
six kisses. xxxxxx. Dora sends one. Heres
hers. x.
“Your loving friend David Keith”
“P.S. Anne, who was the devils father?
I want to know.”
Miss Josepine Remembers the Anne-girl
When Christmas holidays came the girls of Patty’s
Place scattered to their respective homes, but Aunt
Jamesina elected to stay where she was.
“I couldn’t go to any of the places I’ve
been invited and take those three cats,” she
said. “And I’m not going to leave
the poor creatures here alone for nearly three weeks.
If we had any decent neighbors who would feed them
I might, but there’s nothing except millionaires
on this street. So I’ll stay here and keep
Patty’s Place warm for you.”
Anne went home with the usual joyous anticipations—which
were not wholly fulfilled. She found Avonlea
in the grip of such an early, cold, and stormy winter
as even the “oldest inhabitant” could not
recall. Green Gables was literally hemmed in
by huge drifts. Almost every day of that ill-starred
vacation it stormed fiercely; and even on fine days
it drifted unceasingly. No sooner were the roads
broken than they filled in again. It was almost
impossible to stir out. The A.V.I.S. tried, on
three evenings, to have a party in honor of the college
students, and on each evening the storm was so wild
that nobody could go, so they gave up the attempt
in despair. Anne, despite her love of and loyalty
to Green Gables, could not help thinking longingly
of Patty’s Place, its cosy open fire, Aunt Jamesina’s
mirthful eyes, the three cats, the merry chatter of
the girls, the pleasantness of Friday evenings when
college friends dropped in to talk of grave and gay.
