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XII. A Jonah Day
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“Plumpuffswon’tministertoaminddiseased,”saidAnnedisconsolately;butMarillathoughtitagoodsignthatshehadrecoveredsufficientlytoadaptaquotation.
Thecheerfulsuppertable,withthetwins’brightfaces,andMarilla’smatchlessplumpuffs...ofwhichDavyatefour...did“heartenherup”considerablyafterall.Shehadagoodsleepthatnightandawakenedinthemorningtofindherselfandtheworldtransformed.Ithadsnowedsoftlyandthicklyallthroughthehoursofdarknessandthebeautifulwhiteness,glitteringinthefrostysunshine,lookedlikeamantleofcharitycastoverallthemistakesandhumiliationsofthepast.
“Everymornisafreshbeginning,
Everymornistheworldmadenew,”
sangAnne,asshedressed.
OwingtothesnowshehadtogoaroundbytheroadtoschoolandshethoughtitwascertainlyanimpishcoincidencethatAnthonyPyeshouldcomeploughingalongjustasshelefttheGreenGableslane.Shefeltasguiltyasiftheirpositionswerereversed;buttoherunspeakableastonishmentAnthonynotonlyliftedhiscap...whichhehadneverdonebefore...butsaideasily,
“Kindofbadwalking,ain’tit?CanItakethosebooksforyou,teacher?”
Annesurrenderedherbooksandwonderedifshecouldpossiblybeawake.Anthonywalkedoninsilencetotheschool,butwhenAnnetookherbooksshesmileddownathim...notthestereotyped“kind”smileshehadsopersistentlyassumedforhisbenefitbutasuddenoutflashingofgoodcomradeship.Anthonysmiled...no,ifthetruthmustbetold,AnthonyGRINNEDback
