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“
I
only
wish
I
were
.
There
’
s
no
dream
about
it
,
though
it
’
s
very
like
a
nightmare
.
And
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
cow
is
in
Charlottetown
by
this
time
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
I
thought
I
’
d
finished
getting
into
scrapes
,
and
here
I
am
in
the
very
worst
one
I
ever
was
in
in
my
life
.
What
can
I
do
?
”
“
Do
?
There
’
s
nothing
to
do
,
child
,
except
go
and
see
Mr
.
Harrison
about
it
.
We
can
offer
him
our
Jersey
in
exchange
if
he
doesn
’
t
want
to
take
the
money
She
is
just
as
good
as
his
.
”
“
I
’
m
sure
he
’
ll
be
awfully
cross
and
disagreeable
about
it
,
though
,
”
moaned
Anne
.
“
I
daresay
he
will
.
He
seems
to
be
an
irritable
sort
of
a
man
.
I
’
ll
go
and
explain
to
him
if
you
like
.
”
“
No
,
indeed
,
I
’
m
not
as
mean
as
that
,
”
exclaimed
Anne
.
“
This
is
all
my
fault
and
I
’
m
certainly
not
going
to
let
you
take
my
punishment
.
I
’
ll
go
myself
and
I
’
ll
go
at
once
.
The
sooner
it
’
s
over
the
better
,
for
it
will
be
terribly
humiliating
.
”
Poor
Anne
got
her
hat
and
her
twenty
dollars
and
was
passing
out
when
she
happened
to
glance
through
the
open
pantry
door
.
On
the
table
reposed
a
nut
cake
which
she
had
baked
that
morning
.
.
.
a
particularly
toothsome
concoction
iced
with
pink
icing
and
adorned
with
walnuts
.
Anne
had
intended
it
for
Friday
evening
,
when
the
youth
of
Avonlea
were
to
meet
at
Green
Gables
to
organize
the
Improvement
Society
.
But
what
were
they
compared
to
the
justly
offended
Mr
.
Harrison
?
Anne
thought
that
cake
ought
to
soften
the
heart
of
any
man
,
especially
one
who
had
to
do
his
own
cooking
,
and
she
promptly
popped
it
into
a
box
.
She
would
take
it
to
Mr
.
Harrison
as
a
peace
offering
.
“
That
is
,
if
he
gives
me
a
chance
to
say
anything
at
all
,
”
she
thought
ruefully
,
as
she
climbed
the
lane
fence
and
started
on
a
short
cut
across
the
fields
,
golden
in
the
light
of
the
dreamy
August
evening
.
“
I
know
now
just
how
people
feel
who
are
being
led
to
execution
.
”
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
house
was
an
old
-
fashioned
,
low
-
eaved
,
whitewashed
structure
,
set
against
a
thick
spruce
grove
.
Mr
.
Harrison
himself
was
sitting
on
his
vineshaded
veranda
,
in
his
shirt
sleeves
,
enjoying
his
evening
pipe
.
When
he
realized
who
was
coming
up
the
path
he
sprang
suddenly
to
his
feet
,
bolted
into
the
house
,
and
shut
the
door
.
This
was
merely
the
uncomfortable
result
of
his
surprise
,
mingled
with
a
good
deal
of
shame
over
his
outburst
of
temper
the
day
before
.
But
it
nearly
swept
the
remnant
of
her
courage
from
Anne
’
s
heart
.
