A Letter from Davy

           

           “It’sbeginningtosnow,girls,”saidPhil,cominginoneNovemberevening,“andtherearetheloveliestlittlestarsandcrossesalloverthegardenwalk.Inevernoticedbeforewhatexquisitethingssnowflakesreallyare.Onehastimetonoticethingslikethatinthesimplelife.Blessyouallforpermittingmetoliveit.It’sreallydelightfultofeelworriedbecausebutterhasgoneupfivecentsapound.”

           “Hasit?”demandedStella,whokeptthehouseholdaccounts.

           “Ithasandhere’syourbutter.I’mgettingquiteexpertatmarketing.It’sbetterfunthanflirting,”concludedPhilgravely.

           “Everythingisgoingupscandalously,”sighedStella.

           “Nevermind.Thankgoodnessairandsalvationarestillfree,”saidAuntJamesina.

           “Andsoislaughter,”addedAnne.“There’snotaxonityetandthatiswell,becauseyou’reallgoingtolaughpresently.I’mgoingtoreadyouDavy’sletter.Hisspellinghasimprovedimmenselythispastyear,thoughheisnotstrongonapostrophes,andhecertainlypossessesthegiftofwritinganinterestingletter.Listenandlaugh,beforewesettledowntotheevening’sstudy-grind.”

           “DearAnne,”ranDavy’sletter,“Itakemypentotellyouthatweareallprettywellandhopethiswillfindyouthesame.It’ssnowingsometodayandMarillasaystheoldwomanintheskyisshakingherfeatherbeds.IstheoldwomanintheskyGod’swife,Anne?Iwanttoknow.

           “Mrs.Lyndehasbeenrealsickbutsheisbetternow.Shefelldownthecellarstairslastweek.

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