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XII. A Jonah Day

           

           “Plumpuffswon’tministertoaminddiseased,”saidAnnedisconsolately;butMarillathoughtitagoodsignthatshehadrecoveredsufficientlytoadaptaquotation.

           Thecheerfulsuppertable,withthetwins’brightfaces,andMarilla’smatchlessplumpuffs...ofwhichDavyatefour...did“heartenherup”considerablyafterall.Shehadagoodsleepthatnightandawakenedinthemorningtofindherselfandtheworldtransformed.Ithadsnowedsoftlyandthicklyallthroughthehoursofdarknessandthebeautifulwhiteness,glitteringinthefrostysunshine,lookedlikeamantleofcharitycastoverallthemistakesandhumiliationsofthepast.

           “Everymornisafreshbeginning,

           Everymornistheworldmadenew,”

           sangAnne,asshedressed.

           OwingtothesnowshehadtogoaroundbytheroadtoschoolandshethoughtitwascertainlyanimpishcoincidencethatAnthonyPyeshouldcomeploughingalongjustasshelefttheGreenGableslane.Shefeltasguiltyasiftheirpositionswerereversed;buttoherunspeakableastonishmentAnthonynotonlyliftedhiscap...whichhehadneverdonebefore...butsaideasily,

           “Kindofbadwalking,ain’tit?CanItakethosebooksforyou,teacher?”

           Annesurrenderedherbooksandwonderedifshecouldpossiblybeawake.Anthonywalkedoninsilencetotheschool,butwhenAnnetookherbooksshesmileddownathim...notthestereotyped“kind”smileshehadsopersistentlyassumedforhisbenefitbutasuddenoutflashingofgoodcomradeship.Anthonysmiled...no,ifthetruthmustbetold,AnthonyGRINNEDback

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