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XXVII. An Afternoon at the Stone House
Miltysayswhencompanycomeshismothergivesthemcheeseandcutsitherself...onelittlebitapieceandoneoverformanners.”
“IfMiltyBoultertalkslikethatabouthismotheratleastyouneedn’trepeatit,”saidMarillaseverely.
“Blessmysoul,”...DavyhadpickedthisexpressionupfromMr.Harrisonanduseditwithgreatgusto...“Miltymeantitasacompelment.He’sawfulproudofhismother,causefolkssayshecouldscratchalivingonarock.”
“I...Isupposethempeskyhensareinmypansybedagain,”saidMarilla,risingandgoingouthurriedly.
TheslanderedhenswerenowherenearthepansybedandMarilladidnotevenglanceatit.Instead,shesatdownonthecellarhatchandlaugheduntilshewasashamedofherself.
WhenAnneandPaulreachedthestonehousethatafternoontheyfoundMissLavendarandCharlottatheFourthinthegarden,weeding,raking,clipping,andtrimmingasiffordearlife.MissLavendarherself,allgayandsweetinthefrillsandlacessheloved,droppedhershearsandranjoyouslytomeetherguests,whileCharlottatheFourthgrinnedcheerfully.
“Welcome,Anne.Ithoughtyou’dcometoday.Youbelongtotheafternoonsoitbroughtyou.Thingsthatbelongtogetheraresuretocometogether.Whatalotoftroublethatwouldsavesomepeopleiftheyonlyknewit.Buttheydon’t...andsotheywastebeautifulenergymovingheavenandearthtobringthingstogetherthatDON’Tbelong.Andyou,Paul...why,you’vegrown!You’rehalfaheadtallerthanwhenyouwereherebefore.
