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“
Perhaps
it
was
nothing
very
dreadful
after
all
.
I
think
the
little
things
in
life
often
make
more
trouble
than
the
big
things
,
”
said
Anne
,
with
one
of
those
flashes
of
insight
which
experience
could
not
have
bettered
.
“
Marilla
,
please
don
’
t
say
anything
about
my
being
at
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
.
She
’
d
be
sure
to
ask
a
hundred
questions
and
somehow
I
wouldn
’
t
like
it
.
.
.
nor
Miss
Lavendar
either
if
she
knew
,
I
feel
sure
.
”
“
I
daresay
Rachel
would
be
curious
,
”
admitted
Marilla
,
“
though
she
hasn
’
t
as
much
time
as
she
used
to
have
for
looking
after
other
people
’
s
affairs
.
She
’
s
tied
home
now
on
account
of
Thomas
;
and
she
’
s
feeling
pretty
downhearted
,
for
I
think
she
’
s
beginning
to
lose
hope
of
his
ever
getting
better
.
Rachel
will
be
left
pretty
lonely
if
anything
happens
to
him
,
with
all
her
children
settled
out
west
,
except
Eliza
in
town
;
and
she
doesn
’
t
like
her
husband
.
”
Marilla
’
s
pronouns
slandered
Eliza
,
who
was
very
fond
of
her
husband
.
“
Rachel
says
if
he
’
d
only
brace
up
and
exert
his
will
power
he
’
d
get
better
.
But
what
is
the
use
of
asking
a
jellyfish
to
sit
up
straight
?
”
continued
Marilla
.
“
Thomas
Lynde
never
had
any
will
power
to
exert
.
His
mother
ruled
him
till
he
married
and
then
Rachel
carried
it
on
.
It
’
s
a
wonder
he
dared
to
get
sick
without
asking
her
permission
.
But
there
,
I
shouldn
’
t
talk
so
.
Rachel
has
been
a
good
wife
to
him
.
He
’
d
never
have
amounted
to
anything
without
her
,
that
’
s
certain
.
He
was
born
to
be
ruled
;
and
it
’
s
well
he
fell
into
the
hands
of
a
clever
,
capable
manager
like
Rachel
.
He
didn
’
t
mind
her
way
.
It
saved
him
the
bother
of
ever
making
up
his
own
mind
about
anything
.
Davy
,
do
stop
squirming
like
an
eel
.
”
“
I
’
ve
nothing
else
to
do
,
”
protested
Davy
.
“
I
can
’
t
eat
any
more
,
and
it
’
s
no
fun
watching
you
and
Anne
eat
.
”
“
Well
,
you
and
Dora
go
out
and
give
the
hens
their
wheat
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
And
don
’
t
you
try
to
pull
any
more
feathers
out
of
the
white
rooster
’
s
tail
either
.
”
“
I
wanted
some
feathers
for
an
Injun
headdress
,
”
said
Davy
sulkily
.
“
Milty
Boulter
has
a
dandy
one
,
made
out
of
the
feathers
his
mother
give
him
when
she
killed
their
old
white
gobbler
.
You
might
let
me
have
some
.
That
rooster
’
s
got
ever
so
many
more
’
n
he
wants
.
”
“
You
may
have
the
old
feather
duster
in
the
garret
,
”
said
Anne
,
“
and
I
’
ll
dye
them
green
and
red
and
yellow
for
you
.
”
“
You
do
spoil
that
boy
dreadfully
,
”
said
Marilla
,
when
Davy
,
with
a
radiant
face
,
had
followed
prim
Dora
out
.
Marilla
’
s
education
had
made
great
strides
in
the
past
six
years
;
but
she
had
not
yet
been
able
to
rid
herself
of
the
idea
that
it
was
very
bad
for
a
child
to
have
too
many
of
its
wishes
indulged
.
