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“
If
he
’
s
so
cross
now
what
will
he
be
when
he
hears
what
I
’
ve
done
,
”
she
reflected
miserably
,
as
she
rapped
at
the
door
.
But
Mr
.
Harrison
opened
it
,
smiling
sheepishly
,
and
invited
her
to
enter
in
a
tone
quite
mild
and
friendly
,
if
somewhat
nervous
.
He
had
laid
aside
his
pipe
and
donned
his
coat
;
he
offered
Anne
a
very
dusty
chair
very
politely
,
and
her
reception
would
have
passed
off
pleasantly
enough
if
it
had
not
been
for
the
telltale
of
a
parrot
who
was
peering
through
the
bars
of
his
cage
with
wicked
golden
eyes
.
No
sooner
had
Anne
seated
herself
than
Ginger
exclaimed
,
“
Bless
my
soul
,
what
’
s
that
redheaded
snippet
coming
here
for
?
”
It
would
be
hard
to
say
whose
face
was
the
redder
,
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
or
Anne
’
s
.
“
Don
’
t
you
mind
that
parrot
,
”
said
Mr
.
Harrison
,
casting
a
furious
glance
at
Ginger
.
“
He
’
s
.
.
.
he
’
s
always
talking
nonsense
.
I
got
him
from
my
brother
who
was
a
sailor
.
Sailors
don
’
t
always
use
the
choicest
language
,
and
parrots
are
very
imitative
birds
.
”
“
So
I
should
think
,
”
said
poor
Anne
,
the
remembrance
of
her
errand
quelling
her
resentment
.
She
couldn
’
t
afford
to
snub
Mr
.
Harrison
under
the
circumstances
,
that
was
certain
.
When
you
had
just
sold
a
man
’
s
Jersey
cow
offhand
,
without
his
knowledge
or
consent
you
must
not
mind
if
his
parrot
repeated
uncomplimentary
things
.
Nevertheless
,
the
“
redheaded
snippet
”
was
not
quite
so
meek
as
she
might
otherwise
have
been
.
“
I
’
ve
come
to
confess
something
to
you
,
Mr
.
Harrison
,
”
she
said
resolutely
.
“
It
’
s
.
.
.
it
’
s
about
.
.
.
that
Jersey
cow
.
”
“
Bless
my
soul
,
”
exclaimed
Mr
.
Harrison
nervously
,
“
has
she
gone
and
broken
into
my
oats
again
?
Well
,
never
mind
.
.
.
never
mind
if
she
has
.
It
’
s
no
difference
.
.
.
none
at
all
,
I
.
.
.
I
was
too
hasty
yesterday
,
that
’
s
a
fact
.
Never
mind
if
she
has
.
”
“
Oh
,
if
it
were
only
that
,
”
sighed
Anne
.
“
But
it
’
s
ten
times
worse
.
I
don
’
t
.
.
.
”
