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Chapter XIX. A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession

           Andthechoiraregoingtosingfourlovelypatheticsongsthatareprettynearasgoodashymns.Andoh,Marilla,theministerisgoingtotakepart;yes,indeed,heis;he’sgoingtogiveanaddress.Thatwillbejustaboutthesamethingasasermon.Please,mayn’tIgo,Marilla?”

           “YouheardwhatIsaid,Anne,didn’tyou?Takeoffyourbootsnowandgotobed.It’spasteight.”

           “There’sjustonemorething,Marilla,”saidAnne,withtheairofproducingthelastshotinherlocker.“Mrs.BarrytoldDianathatwemightsleepinthespare-roombed.ThinkofthehonorofyourlittleAnnebeingputinthespare-roombed.”

           “It’sanhonoryou’llhavetogetalongwithout.Gotobed,Anne,anddon’tletmehearanotherwordoutofyou.”

           WhenAnne,withtearsrollingoverhercheeks,hadgonesorrowfullyupstairs,Matthew,whohadbeenapparentlysoundasleepontheloungeduringthewholedialogue,openedhiseyesandsaiddecidedly:

           “Wellnow,Marilla,IthinkyououghttoletAnnego.”

           “Idon’tthen,”retortedMarilla.“Who’sbringingthischildup,Matthew,youorme?”

           “Wellnow,you,”admittedMatthew.

           “Don’tinterferethen.”

           “Wellnow,Iain’tinterfering.Itain’tinterferingtohaveyourownopinion.AndmyopinionisthatyououghttoletAnnego.”

           “You’dthinkIoughttoletAnnegotothemoonifshetookthenotion,I’venodoubt”wasMarilla’samiablerejoinder.“ImighthaveletherspendthenightwithDiana,ifthatwasall.ButIdon’tapproveofthisconcertplan.

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