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”
Anne
threw
her
white
shawl
over
her
head
and
hastened
through
the
Haunted
Wood
and
across
Mr
.
Bell
’
s
pasture
corner
to
Orchard
Slope
.
“
I
’
ve
good
news
for
you
,
Anne
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
Mother
and
I
have
just
got
home
from
Carmody
,
and
I
saw
Mary
Sentner
from
Spencer
vale
in
Mr
.
Blair
’
s
store
.
She
says
the
old
Copp
girls
on
the
Tory
Road
have
a
willow
-
ware
platter
and
she
thinks
it
’
s
exactly
like
the
one
we
had
at
the
supper
.
She
says
they
’
ll
likely
sell
it
,
for
Martha
Copp
has
never
been
known
to
keep
anything
she
COULD
sell
;
but
if
they
won
’
t
there
’
s
a
platter
at
Wesley
Keyson
’
s
at
Spencervale
and
she
knows
they
’
d
sell
it
,
but
she
isn
’
t
sure
it
’
s
just
the
same
kind
as
Aunt
Josephine
’
s
.
”
“
I
’
ll
go
right
over
to
Spencervale
after
it
tomorrow
,
”
said
Anne
resolutely
,
“
and
you
must
come
with
me
.
It
will
be
such
a
weight
off
my
mind
,
for
I
have
to
go
to
town
day
after
tomorrow
and
how
can
I
face
your
Aunt
Josephine
without
a
willow
-
ware
platter
?
It
would
be
even
worse
than
the
time
I
had
to
confess
about
jumping
on
the
spare
room
bed
.
”
Both
girls
laughed
over
the
old
memory
.
.
.
concerning
which
,
if
any
of
my
readers
are
ignorant
and
curious
,
I
must
refer
them
to
Anne
’
s
earlier
history
.
The
next
afternoon
the
girls
fared
forth
on
their
platter
hunting
expedition
.
It
was
ten
miles
to
Spencervale
and
the
day
was
not
especially
pleasant
for
traveling
.
It
was
very
warm
and
windless
,
and
the
dust
on
the
road
was
such
as
might
have
been
expected
after
six
weeks
of
dry
weather
.
“
Oh
,
I
do
wish
it
would
rain
soon
,
”
sighed
Anne
.
“
Everything
is
so
parched
up
.
The
poor
fields
just
seem
pitiful
to
me
and
the
trees
seem
to
be
stretching
out
their
hands
pleading
for
rain
.
As
for
my
garden
,
it
hurts
me
every
time
I
go
into
it
.
I
suppose
I
shouldn
’
t
complain
about
a
garden
when
the
farmers
’
crops
are
suffering
so
.
Mr
.
Harrison
says
his
pastures
are
so
scorched
up
that
his
poor
cows
can
hardly
get
a
bite
to
eat
and
he
feels
guilty
of
cruelty
to
animals
every
time
he
meets
their
eyes
.
”
After
a
wearisome
drive
the
girls
reached
Spencervale
and
turned
down
the
“
Tory
”
Road
.
.
.
a
green
,
solitary
highway
where
the
strips
of
grass
between
the
wheel
tracks
bore
evidence
to
lack
of
travel
.
Along
most
of
its
extent
it
was
lined
with
thick
-
set
young
spruces
crowding
down
to
the
roadway
,
with
here
and
there
a
break
where
the
back
field
of
a
Spencervale
farm
came
out
to
the
fence
or
an
expanse
of
stumps
was
aflame
with
fireweed
and
goldenrod
.
“
Why
is
it
called
the
Tory
Road
?
”
asked
Anne
.
“
Mr
.
Allan
says
it
is
on
the
principle
of
calling
a
place
a
grove
because
there
are
no
trees
in
it
,
”
said
Diana
,
“
for
nobody
lives
along
the
road
except
the
Copp
girls
and
old
Martin
Bovyer
at
the
further
end
,
who
is
a
Liberal
.
The
Tory
government
ran
the
road
through
when
they
were
in
power
just
to
show
they
were
doing
something
.
”
