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XVII. A Chapter of Accidents
IonlywishIcould,forofcourseMissBarrywouldjustassoonhaveoneplatterasanother,ifbothwereequallyoldandgenuine.Marilla,lookatthatbigstaroverMr.Harrison’smaplegrove,withallthatholyhushofsilveryskyaboutit.Itgivesmeafeelingthatislikeaprayer.Afterall,whenonecanseestarsandskieslikethat,littledisappointmentsandaccidentscan’tmattersomuch,canthey?”
“Where’sDavy?”saidMarilla,withanindifferentglanceatthestar.
“Inbed.I’vepromisedtotakehimandDoratotheshoreforapicnictomorrow.Ofcourse,theoriginalagreementwasthathemustbegood.ButheTRIEDtobegood...andIhadn’tthehearttodisappointhim.”
“You’lldrownyourselforthetwins,rowingaboutthepondinthatflat,”grumbledMarilla.“I’velivedhereforsixtyyearsandI’veneverbeenonthepondyet.”
“Well,it’snevertoolatetomend,”saidAnneroguishly.“Supposeyoucomewithustomorrow.We’llshutGreenGablesupandspendthewholedayattheshore,daffingtheworldaside.”
“No,thankyou,”saidMarilla,withindignantemphasis.“I’dbeanicesight,wouldn’tI,rowingdownthepondinaflat?IthinkIhearRachelpronouncingonit.There’sMr.Harrisondrivingawaysomewhere.DoyousupposethereisanytruthinthegossipthatMr.HarrisonisgoingtoseeIsabellaAndrews?”
“No,I’msurethereisn’t.HejustcalledthereoneeveningonbusinesswithMr.HarmonAndrewsandMrs.Lyndesawhimandsaidsheknewhewascourtingbecausehehadawhitecollaron.Idon’tbelieveMr
