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“
Tell
Anne
all
about
it
,
sweetheart
.
What
are
you
frightened
of
?
”
“
Of
.
.
.
of
Mirabel
Cotton
’
s
uncle
,
”
sobbed
Dora
.
“
Mirabel
Cotton
told
me
all
about
her
family
today
in
school
.
Nearly
everybody
in
her
family
has
died
.
.
.
all
her
grandfathers
and
grandmothers
and
ever
so
many
uncles
and
aunts
.
They
have
a
habit
of
dying
,
Mirabel
says
.
Mirabel
’
s
awful
proud
of
having
so
many
dead
relations
,
and
she
told
me
what
they
all
died
of
,
and
what
they
said
,
and
how
they
looked
in
their
coffins
.
And
Mirabel
says
one
of
her
uncles
was
seen
walking
around
the
house
after
he
was
buried
.
Her
mother
saw
him
.
I
don
’
t
mind
the
rest
so
much
but
I
can
’
t
help
thinking
about
that
uncle
.
”
Anne
went
upstairs
with
Dora
and
sat
by
her
until
she
fell
asleep
.
The
next
day
Mirabel
Cotton
was
kept
in
at
recess
and
“
gently
but
firmly
”
given
to
understand
that
when
you
were
so
unfortunate
as
to
possess
an
uncle
who
persisted
in
walking
about
houses
after
he
had
been
decently
interred
it
was
not
in
good
taste
to
talk
about
that
eccentric
gentleman
to
your
deskmate
of
tender
years
.
Mirabel
thought
this
very
harsh
.
The
Cottons
had
not
much
to
boast
of
.
How
was
she
to
keep
up
her
prestige
among
her
schoolmates
if
she
were
forbidden
to
make
capital
out
of
the
family
ghost
?
September
slipped
by
into
a
gold
and
crimson
graciousness
of
October
.
One
Friday
evening
Diana
came
over
.
“
I
’
d
a
letter
from
Ella
Kimball
today
,
Anne
,
and
she
wants
us
to
go
over
to
tea
tomorrow
afternoon
to
meet
her
cousin
,
Irene
Trent
,
from
town
.
But
we
can
’
t
get
one
of
our
horses
to
go
,
for
they
’
ll
all
be
in
use
tomorrow
,
and
your
pony
is
lame
.
.
.
so
I
suppose
we
can
’
t
go
.
”
“
Why
can
’
t
we
walk
?
”
suggested
Anne
.
“
If
we
go
straight
back
through
the
woods
we
’
ll
strike
the
West
Grafton
road
not
far
from
the
Kimball
place
.
I
was
through
that
way
last
winter
and
I
know
the
road
.
It
’
s
no
more
than
four
miles
and
we
won
’
t
have
to
walk
home
,
for
Oliver
Kimball
will
be
sure
to
drive
us
.
He
’
ll
be
only
too
glad
of
the
excuse
,
for
he
goes
to
see
Carrie
Sloane
and
they
say
his
father
will
hardly
ever
let
him
have
a
horse
.
”
It
was
accordingly
arranged
that
they
should
walk
,
and
the
following
afternoon
they
set
out
,
going
by
way
of
Lover
’
s
Lane
to
the
back
of
the
Cuthbert
farm
,
where
they
found
a
road
leading
into
the
heart
of
acres
of
glimmering
beech
and
maple
woods
,
which
were
all
in
a
wondrous
glow
of
flame
and
gold
,
lying
in
a
great
purple
stillness
and
peace
.
“
It
’
s
as
if
the
year
were
kneeling
to
pray
in
a
vast
cathedral
full
of
mellow
stained
light
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
said
Anne
dreamily
.
“
It
doesn
’
t
seem
right
to
hurry
through
it
,
does
it
?
It
seems
irreverent
,
like
running
in
a
church
.
”
