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XVI. The Substance of Things Hoped For
Davydear,don’tsailthepeapodsinthewaterbucket...goouttothetrough.Oh,IdohopeitwillbefineThursday,andIthinkitwill,forUncleAbesaidlastnightwhenhecalledatMr.Harrison’s,thatitwasgoingtorainmostofthisweek.”
“That’sagoodsign,”agreedMarilla.
AnneranacrosstoOrchardSlopethateveningtotellthenewstoDiana,whowasalsoverymuchexcitedoverit,andtheydiscussedthematterinthehammockswungunderthebigwillowintheBarrygarden.
“Oh,Anne,mayn’tIhelpyoucookthedinner?”imploredDiana.“YouknowIcanmakesplendidlettucesalad.”
“Indeedyou,may”saidAnneunselfishly.“AndIshallwantyoutohelpmedecoratetoo.ImeantohavetheparlorsimplyaBOWERofblossoms...andthediningtableistobeadornedwithwildroses.Oh,Idohopeeverythingwillgosmoothly.Mrs.Morgan’sheroinesNEVERgetintoscrapesoraretakenatadisadvantage,andtheyarealwayssoselfpossessedandsuchgoodhousekeepers.TheyseemtobeBORNgoodhousekeepers.YourememberthatGertrudein‘EdgewoodDays’kepthouseforherfatherwhenshewasonlyeightyearsold.WhenIwaseightyearsoldIhardlyknewhowtodoathingexceptbringupchildren.Mrs.Morganmustbeanauthorityongirlswhenshehaswrittensomuchaboutthem,andIdowanthertohaveagoodopinionofus.I’veimagineditalloutadozendifferentways...whatshe’lllooklike,andwhatshe’llsay,andwhatI’llsay.AndI’msoanxiousaboutmynose.Therearesevenfrecklesonit,asyoucansee.TheycameattheA.V.IS.
