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“
I
went
home
and
after
tea
I
went
out
to
the
milking
pen
.
Mr
.
Harrison
,
”
.
.
.
Anne
leaned
forward
,
clasping
her
hands
with
her
old
childish
gesture
,
while
her
big
gray
eyes
gazed
imploringly
into
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
embarrassed
face
.
.
.
“
I
found
my
cow
still
shut
up
in
the
pen
.
It
was
YOUR
cow
I
had
sold
to
Mr
.
Shearer
.
”
“
Bless
my
soul
,
”
exclaimed
Mr
.
Harrison
,
in
blank
amazement
at
this
unlooked
-
for
conclusion
.
“
What
a
VERY
extraordinary
thing
!
”
“
Oh
,
it
isn
’
t
in
the
least
extraordinary
that
I
should
be
getting
myself
and
other
people
into
scrapes
,
”
said
Anne
mournfully
.
“
I
’
m
noted
for
that
.
You
might
suppose
I
’
d
have
grown
out
of
it
by
this
time
.
.
.
I
’
ll
be
seventeen
next
March
.
.
.
but
it
seems
that
I
haven
’
t
.
Mr
.
Harrison
,
is
it
too
much
to
hope
that
you
’
ll
forgive
me
?
I
’
m
afraid
it
’
s
too
late
to
get
your
cow
back
,
but
here
is
the
money
for
her
.
.
.
or
you
can
have
mine
in
exchange
if
you
’
d
rather
.
She
’
s
a
very
good
cow
.
And
I
can
’
t
express
how
sorry
I
am
for
it
all
.
”
“
Tut
,
tut
,
”
said
Mr
.
Harrison
briskly
,
“
don
’
t
say
another
word
about
it
,
miss
.
It
’
s
of
no
consequence
.
.
.
no
consequence
whatever
.
Accidents
will
happen
.
I
’
m
too
hasty
myself
sometimes
,
miss
.
.
.
far
too
hasty
.
But
I
can
’
t
help
speaking
out
just
what
I
think
and
folks
must
take
me
as
they
find
me
.
If
that
cow
had
been
in
my
cabbages
now
.
.
.
but
never
mind
,
she
wasn
’
t
,
so
it
’
s
all
right
.
I
think
I
’
d
rather
have
your
cow
in
exchange
,
since
you
want
to
be
rid
of
her
.
”
“
Oh
,
thank
you
,
Mr
.
Harrison
.
I
’
m
so
glad
you
are
not
vexed
.
I
was
afraid
you
would
be
.
”
“
And
I
suppose
you
were
scared
to
death
to
come
here
and
tell
me
,
after
the
fuss
I
made
yesterday
,
hey
?
But
you
mustn
’
t
mind
me
,
I
’
m
a
terrible
outspoken
old
fellow
,
that
’
s
all
.
.
.
awful
apt
to
tell
the
truth
,
no
matter
if
it
is
a
bit
plain
.
”
“
So
is
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
”
said
Anne
,
before
she
could
prevent
herself
.
“
Who
?
Mrs
.
Lynde
?
Don
’
t
you
tell
me
I
’
m
like
that
old
gossip
,
”
said
Mr
.
Harrison
irritably
.
“
I
’
m
not
.
.
.
not
a
bit
.
What
have
you
got
in
that
box
?
”
