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XXVI. Around the Bend
“Itwillbehorriblylonesomeherenextwinter,”shemourned,onetwilightwhenthemoonlightwasraining“airysilver”throughthecherryboughsandfillingtheeastgablewithasoft,dream-likeradianceinwhichthetwogirlssatandtalked,Anneonherlowrockerbythewindow,DianasittingTurkfashiononthebed.“YouandGilbertwillbegone...andtheAllanstoo.TheyaregoingtocallMr.AllantoCharlottetownandofcoursehe’llaccept.It’stoomean.We’llbevacantallwinter,Isuppose,andhavetolistentoalongstringofcandidates...andhalfofthemwon’tbeanygood.”
“Ihopetheywon’tcallMr.BaxterfromEastGraftonhere,anyhow,”saidAnnedecidedly.“Hewantsthecallbuthedoespreachsuchgloomysermons.Mr.Bellsayshe’saministeroftheoldschool,butMrs.Lyndesaysthere’snothingwhateverthematterwithhimbutindigestion.Hiswifeisn’taverygoodcook,itseems,andMrs.Lyndesaysthatwhenamanhastoeatsourbreadtwoweeksoutofthreehistheologyisboundtogetakinkinitsomewhere.Mrs.Allanfeelsverybadlyaboutgoingaway.Shesayseverybodyhasbeensokindtohersinceshecamehereasabridethatshefeelsasifshewereleavinglifelongfriends.Andthen,there’sthebaby’sgrave,youknow.Shesaysshedoesn’tseehowshecangoawayandleavethat...itwassuchalittlemiteofathingandonlythreemonthsold,andshesayssheisafraiditwillmissitsmother,althoughsheknowsbetterandwouldn’tsaysotoMr.Allanforanything.
