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XVII. A Chapter of Accidents

           

           “Don’tblameDavy,”saidAnne,gatheringupthefragmentswithtremblingfingers.“Itwasmyfault.Isetthatplatterthereandforgotallaboutit.Iamproperlypunishedformycarelessness;butoh,whatwillMissBarrysay?”

           “Well,youknowsheonlyboughtit,soitisn’tthesameasifitwasanheirloom,”saidDiana,tryingtoconsole.

           Theguestswentawaysoonafter,feelingthatitwasthemosttactfulthingtodo,andAnneandDianawashedthedishes,talkinglessthantheyhadeverbeenknowntodobefore.ThenDianawenthomewithaheadacheandAnnewentwithanothertotheeastgable,whereshestayeduntilMarillacamehomefromthepostofficeatsunset,withaletterfromPriscilla,writtenthedaybefore.Mrs.Morganhadsprainedheranklesoseverelythatshecouldnotleaveherroom.

           “Andoh,Annedear,”wrotePriscilla,“I’msosorry,butI’mafraidwewon’tgetuptoGreenGablesatallnow,forbythetimeAunty’sankleiswellshewillhavetogobacktoToronto.Shehastobetherebyacertaindate.”

           “Well,”sighedAnne,layingtheletterdownontheredsandstonestepofthebackporch,whereshewassitting,whilethetwilightraineddownoutofadappledsky,“IalwaysthoughtitwastoogoodtobetruethatMrs.Morganshouldreallycome.Butthere...thatspeechsoundsaspessimisticasMissElizaAndrewsandI’mashamedofmakingit.Afterall,itwasNOTtoogoodtobetrue...thingsjustasgoodandfarbetterarecomingtrueformeallthetime.AndIsupposetheeventsoftodayhaveafunnysidetoo.

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