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I. An Irate Neighbor
Ideclare,itisaworldoftrouble,asRachelsays.Here’spoorMaryKeithdyingandwhatistobecomeofthosetwochildrenofhersismorethanIknow.ShehasabrotherinBritishColumbiaandshehaswrittentohimaboutthem,butshehasn’theardfromhimyet.”
“Whatarethechildrenlike?Howoldarethey?”
“Sixpast...they’retwins.”
“Oh,I’vealwaysbeenespeciallyinterestedintwinseversinceMrs.Hammondhadsomany,”saidAnneeagerly.“Aretheypretty?”
“Goodness,youcouldn’ttell...theyweretoodirty.DavyhadbeenoutmakingmudpiesandDorawentouttocallhimin.Davypushedherheadfirstintothebiggestpieandthen,becauseshecried,hegotintoithimselfandwallowedinittoshowheritwasnothingtocryabout.MarysaidDorawasreallyaverygoodchildbutthatDavywasfullofmischief.Hehasneverhadanybringingupyoumightsay.HisfatherdiedwhenhewasababyandMaryhasbeensickalmosteversince.”
“I’malwayssorryforchildrenthathavenobringingup,”saidAnnesoberly.“YouknowIhadn’tanytillyoutookmeinhand.Ihopetheirunclewilllookafterthem.JustwhatrelationisMrs.Keithtoyou?”
“Mary?Noneintheworld.Itwasherhusband...hewasourthirdcousin.There’sMrs.Lyndecomingthroughtheyard.Ithoughtshe’dbeuptohearaboutMary.”
“Don’ttellheraboutMr.Harrisonandthecow,”imploredAnne.
Marillapromised;butthepromisewasquiteunnecessary,forMrs.Lyndewasnosoonerfairlyseatedthanshesaid,
“IsawMr.
