not put enough fertilizer on them and we had to pull
up a lot of stalks before we got enough, and then they
were not much bigger than marbles. Walter and
Di Blythe helped us eat them, but they did not come
along until we had them cooked and did not know where
we got them, so they were not to blame at all, only
us. We didn’t mean any harm, but if it
was stealing we are very sorry and we will pay Mr.
Boyd for them if he will wait until we grow up.
We never have any money now because we are not big
enough to earn any, and Aunt Martha says it takes every
cent of poor father’s salary, even when it is
paid up regularly—and it isn’t often—to
run this house. But Mr. Boyd must not blame
the Lew Baxters any more, when they were quite innocent,
and give them a bad name.
Yours
respectfully, faithMeredith.”
CHAPTER XXVI. MISS CORNELIA GETS A NEW POINT OF VIEW
“Susan, after I’m dead I’m going
to come back to earth every time when the daffodils
blow in this garden,” said Anne rapturously.
“Nobody may see me, but I’ll be here.
If anybody is in the garden at the time—I
think I’ll come on an evening just like
this, but it might be just at dawn—a
lovely, pale-pinky spring dawn—they’ll
just see the daffodils nodding wildly as if an extra
gust of wind had blown past them, but it will be I.”
“Indeed, Mrs. Dr. dear, you will not be thinking
of flaunting worldly things like daffies after you
are dead,” said Susan. “And I do
not believe in ghosts, seen or unseen.”
“Oh, Susan, I shall not be a ghost! That
has such a horrible sound. I shall just be me.
And I shall run around in the twilight, whether it
is morn or eve, and see all the spots I love.
Do you remember how badly I felt when I left our little
House of Dreams, Susan? I thought I could never
love Ingleside so well. But I do. I love
every inch of the ground and every stick and stone
on it.”
“I am rather fond of the place myself,”
said Susan, who would have died if she had been removed
from it, “but we must not set our affections
too much on earthly things, Mrs. Dr. dear. There
are such things as fires and earthquakes. We
should always be prepared. The Tom MacAllisters
over-harbour were burned out three nights ago.
Some say Tom MacAllister set the house on fire himself
to get the insurance. That may or may not be.
But I advise the doctor to have our chimneys seen
to at once. An ounce of prevention is worth
a pound of cure. But I see Mrs. Marshall Elliott
coming in at the gate, looking as if she had been sent
for and couldn’t go.”
“Anne dearie, have you seen the Journal
to-day?”
Miss Cornelia’s voice was trembling, partly
from emotion, partly from the fact that she had hurried
up from the store too fast and lost her breath.
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