It must be hours and hourssince he had left
Lowbridge. She heard me say I wanted an afternoon tea-set and she went to Toronto
and got me one . You must not allow yourself to lose your sense of humour,
MissBaker, said Rebecca Dew firmly. And Aunt Mary Maria, who didnt like
MissCornelia, betook herself to bed. He was sick and didnt dare try, said Aunt Mary
Maria, whowas in a good humour . Susan had stuffed three cushions into the
redvelveteen cassock Anne had made for Gilbert. It seemed hours before he dared
believe that nobody had wakened up. He stole a desperate glance overhis shoulder .
If a window is open she complainsof draughts.
She and Susan had a battle royal that time. They
are among the most admirable children I have ever seen, MissBaker. Opal was not a
bad-hearted child, as Mrs. He wondered what itwould be like not to be afraid of
anything . Manys thejolly drowning we have had, I can assure you. Thewindow-panes
were grey with drifted snow. Isthat jolly old soul of a Mary Maria just tormenting
you to death?
Walter took a gulp and set his facetowards
home.
Speaking of cats, said Aunt Mary Maria pathetically
Mary Maria Blythe made one yesterday afternoon .
But still with the golden hair and wistful smile. Theres something wrong with anyone
who likes living alone, Anne,said Aunt Mary Maria.
If a window is open she complainsof draughts. She
loves it when their parents punish them,though.
In a very brief time everything had changed. So
that poorShrimp hardly dare show his face in the house.
There was the joy of windsblowing in from a darkly
blue gulf and the splendour of harvestmoons. A picture on the wall at the foot of
his bedseemed to leer at him .
Its going to storm all day tomorrow, said Aunt Mary
Mariapositively.
That night the rose of the sunset was a
trifleaustere. We were such a happy familybefore she came here, Miss
Dew.
The boys went, after pretending to smother Walter
with a towel.
She loves it when their parents punish them,though.
Firelight, she thought, was always so lovely. Gilbert really was very angrywhen he
heard that and spoke to her sharply.
Rebecca Dew thought of them with a mournful shake
of her head.
She had not told Miss Cornelia all of it. Gilbert
says he cant carve roasts any more.