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XXVII. An Afternoon at the Stone House
Butteacherheresaidoncethateveryreallybeautifulthoughtwasreligious,nomatterwhatitwasabout,orwhatdaywethoughtiton.ButIfeelsureGrandmathinksthatsermonsandSundaySchoollessonsaretheonlythingsyoucanthinktrulyreligiousthoughtsabout.AndwhenitcomestoadifferenceofopinionbetweenGrandmaandteacherIdon’tknowwhattodo.Inmyheart”...PaullaidhishandonhisbreastandraisedveryseriousblueeyestoMissLavendar’simmediatelysympatheticface...“Iagreewithteacher.Butthen,yousee,GrandmahasbroughtfatherupHERwayandmadeabrilliantsuccessofhim;andteacherhasneverbroughtanybodyupyet,thoughshe’shelpingwithDavyandDora.Butyoucan’ttellhowthey’llturnouttilltheyAREgrownup.SosometimesIfeelasifitmightbesafertogobyGrandma’sopinions.”
“Ithinkitwould,”agreedAnnesolemnly.“Anyway,IdaresaythatifyourGrandmaandIbothgotdowntowhatwereallydomean,underourdifferentwaysofexpressingit,we’dfindoutwebothmeantmuchthesamething.You’dbettergobyherwayofexpressingit,sinceit’sbeentheresultofexperience.We’llhavetowaituntilweseehowthetwinsdoturnoutbeforewecanbesurethatmywayisequallygood.”Afterlunchtheywentbacktothegarden,wherePaulmadetheacquaintanceoftheechoes,tohiswonderanddelight,whileAnneandMissLavendarsatonthestonebenchunderthepoplarandtalked.
“Soyouaregoingawayinthefall?”saidMissLavendarwistfully.“Ioughttobegladforyoursake,Anne...
