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I
kept
thinking
how
much
good
the
rain
will
do
and
how
glad
my
garden
must
be
for
it
,
and
imagining
what
the
flowers
and
buds
would
think
when
the
drops
began
to
fall
.
I
imagined
out
a
most
interesting
dialogue
between
the
asters
and
the
sweet
peas
and
the
wild
canaries
in
the
lilac
bush
and
the
guardian
spirit
of
the
garden
.
When
I
go
home
I
mean
to
write
it
down
.
I
wish
I
had
a
pencil
and
paper
to
do
it
now
,
because
I
daresay
I
’
ll
forget
the
best
parts
before
I
reach
home
.
”
Diana
the
faithful
had
a
pencil
and
discovered
a
sheet
of
wrapping
paper
in
the
box
of
the
buggy
.
Anne
folded
up
her
dripping
parasol
,
put
on
her
hat
,
spread
the
wrapping
paper
on
a
shingle
Diana
handed
up
,
and
wrote
out
her
garden
idyl
under
conditions
that
could
hardly
be
considered
as
favorable
to
literature
.
Nevertheless
,
the
result
was
quite
pretty
,
and
Diana
was
“
enraptured
”
when
Anne
read
it
to
her
.
“
Oh
,
Anne
,
it
’
s
sweet
.
.
.
just
sweet
.
DO
send
it
to
the
‘
Canadian
Woman
.
’
”
Anne
shook
her
head
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
it
wouldn
’
t
be
suitable
at
all
.
There
is
no
PLOT
in
it
,
you
see
.
It
’
s
just
a
string
of
fancies
.
I
like
writing
such
things
,
but
of
course
nothing
of
the
sort
would
ever
do
for
publication
,
for
editors
insist
on
plots
,
so
Priscilla
says
.
Oh
,
there
’
s
Miss
Sarah
Copp
now
.
PLEASE
,
Diana
,
go
and
explain
.
”
Miss
Sarah
Copp
was
a
small
person
,
garbed
in
shabby
black
,
with
a
hat
chosen
less
for
vain
adornment
than
for
qualities
that
would
wear
well
.
She
looked
as
amazed
as
might
be
expected
on
seeing
the
curious
tableau
in
her
yard
,
but
when
she
heard
Diana
’
s
explanation
she
was
all
sympathy
.
She
hurriedly
unlocked
the
back
door
,
produced
the
axe
,
and
with
a
few
skillfull
blows
set
Anne
free
.
The
latter
,
somewhat
tired
and
stiff
,
ducked
down
into
the
interior
of
her
prison
and
thankfully
emerged
into
liberty
once
more
.
“
Miss
Copp
,
”
she
said
earnestly
.
“
I
assure
you
I
looked
into
your
pantry
window
only
to
discover
if
you
had
a
willow
-
ware
platter
.
I
didn
’
t
see
anything
else
—
I
didn
’
t
LOOK
for
anything
else
.
”
“
Bless
you
,
that
’
s
all
right
,
”
said
Miss
Sarah
amiably
.
“
You
needn
’
t
worry
—
there
’
s
no
harm
done
.
Thank
goodness
,
we
Copps
keep
our
pantries
presentable
at
all
times
and
don
’
t
care
who
sees
into
them
.
As
for
that
old
duckhouse
,
I
’
m
glad
it
’
s
smashed
,
for
maybe
now
Martha
will
agree
to
having
it
taken
down
.
She
never
would
before
for
fear
it
might
come
in
handy
sometime
and
I
’
ve
had
to
whitewash
it
every
spring
.
But
you
might
as
well
argue
with
a
post
as
with
Martha
.
She
went
to
town
today
—
I
drove
her
to
the
station
.
And
you
want
to
buy
my
platter
.
Well
,
what
will
you
give
for
it
?
”
“
Twenty
dollars
,
”
said
Anne
,
who
was
never
meant
to
match
business
wits
with
a
Copp
,
or
she
would
not
have
offered
her
price
at
the
start
.
