XX. The Way It Often Happens

           Annerosebetimesthenextmorningandblithelygreetedthefreshday,whenthebannersofthesunrisewereshakentriumphantlyacrossthepearlyskies.GreenGableslayinapoolofsunshine,fleckedwiththedancingshadowsofpoplarandwillow.BeyondthelandwasMr.Harrison’swheatfield,agreat,windrippledexpanseofpalegold.TheworldwassobeautifulthatAnnespenttenblissfulminuteshangingidlyoverthegardengatedrinkingthelovelinessin.

           AfterbreakfastMarillamadereadyforherjourney.Dorawastogowithher,havingbeenlongpromisedthistreat.

           “Now,Davy,youtrytobeagoodboyanddon’tbotherAnne,”shestraitlychargedhim.“IfyouaregoodI’llbringyouastripedcandycanefromtown.”

           Foralas,Marillahadstoopedtotheevilhabitofbribingpeopletobegood!

           “Iwon’tbebadonpurpose,buts’posenI’mbadzacksidentally?”Davywantedtoknow.

           “You’llhavetoguardagainstaccidents,”admonishedMarilla.“Anne,ifMr.Shearercomestodaygetaniceroastandsomesteak.Ifhedoesn’tyou’llhavetokillafowlfordinnertomorrow.”

           Annenodded.

           “I’mnotgoingtobothercookinganydinnerforjustDavyandmyselftoday,”shesaid.“ThatcoldhambonewilldofornoonlunchandI’llhavesomesteakfriedforyouwhenyoucomehomeatnight.”

           “I’mgoingtohelpMr.Harrisonhauldulsethismorning,”announcedDavy.“Heaskedmeto,andIguesshe’llaskmetodinnertoo.Mr.Harrisonisanawfulkindman.He’sarealsociableman.IhopeI’llbelikehimwhenIgrowup.ImeanBEHAVElikehim...