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XXIV. A Prophet in His Own Country
ItwouldbedoingUncleAbeaninjusticetosaythathewasgladthestormhadhappened;butsinceithadtobehewasverygladhehadpredictedit...totheveryday,too.UncleAbeforgotthathehadeverdeniedsettingtheday.Asforthetriflingdiscrepancyinthehour,thatwasnothing.
GilbertarrivedatGreenGablesintheeveningandfoundMarillaandAnnebusilyengagedinnailingstripsofoilclothoverthebrokenwindows.
“Goodnessonlyknowswhenwe’llgetglassforthem,”saidMarilla.“Mr.BarrywentovertoCarmodythisafternoonbutnotapanecouldhegetforloveormoney.LawsonandBlairwerecleanedoutbytheCarmodypeoplebyteno’clock.WasthestormbadatWhiteSands,Gilbert?”
“Ishouldsayso.IwascaughtintheschoolwithallthechildrenandIthoughtsomeofthemwouldgomadwithfright.Threeofthemfainted,andtwogirlstookhysterics,andTommyBlewettdidnothingbutshriekatthetopofhisvoicethewholetime.”
“Ionlysquealedonce,”saidDavyproudly.“Mygardenwasallsmashedflat,”hecontinuedmournfully,“butsowasDora’s,”headdedinatonewhichindicatedthattherewasyetbalminGilead.
Annecamerunningdownfromthewestgable.
“Oh,Gilbert,haveyouheardthenews?Mr.LeviBoulter’soldhousewasstruckandburnedtotheground.ItseemstomethatI’mdreadfullywickedtofeelgladoverTHAT,whensomuchdamagehasbeendone.Mr.BoultersayshebelievestheA.V.I.S.magickedupthatstormonpurpose
