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Lynde
says
she
knows
Isabella
Andrews
must
be
going
to
get
married
,
she
’
s
in
such
good
spirits
this
spring
.
”
Poor
old
Uncle
Abe
felt
rather
indignant
over
the
notes
.
He
suspected
that
“
Observer
”
was
making
fun
of
him
.
He
angrily
denied
having
assigned
any
particular
date
for
his
storm
but
nobody
believed
him
.
Life
in
Avonlea
continued
on
the
smooth
and
even
tenor
of
its
way
.
The
“
planting
”
was
put
in
;
the
Improvers
celebrated
an
Arbor
Day
.
Each
Improver
set
out
,
or
caused
to
be
set
out
,
five
ornamental
trees
.
As
the
society
now
numbered
forty
members
,
this
meant
a
total
of
two
hundred
young
trees
.
Early
oats
greened
over
the
red
fields
;
apple
orchards
flung
great
blossoming
arms
about
the
farmhouses
and
the
Snow
Queen
adorned
itself
as
a
bride
for
her
husband
.
Anne
liked
to
sleep
with
her
window
open
and
let
the
cherry
fragrance
blow
over
her
face
all
night
.
She
thought
it
very
poetical
.
Marilla
thought
she
was
risking
her
life
.
“
Thanksgiving
should
be
celebrated
in
the
spring
,
”
said
Anne
one
evening
to
Marilla
,
as
they
sat
on
the
front
door
steps
and
listened
to
the
silver
-
sweet
chorus
of
the
frogs
.
“
I
think
it
would
be
ever
so
much
better
than
having
it
in
November
when
everything
is
dead
or
asleep
.
Then
you
have
to
remember
to
be
thankful
;
but
in
May
one
simply
can
’
t
help
being
thankful
.
.
.
that
they
are
alive
,
if
for
nothing
else
.
I
feel
exactly
as
Eve
must
have
felt
in
the
garden
of
Eden
before
the
trouble
began
.
IS
that
grass
in
the
hollow
green
or
golden
?
It
seems
to
me
,
Marilla
,
that
a
pearl
of
a
day
like
this
,
when
the
blossoms
are
out
and
the
winds
don
’
t
know
where
to
blow
from
next
for
sheer
crazy
delight
must
be
pretty
near
as
good
as
heaven
.
”
Marilla
looked
scandalized
and
glanced
apprehensively
around
to
make
sure
the
twins
were
not
within
earshot
.
They
came
around
the
corner
of
the
house
just
then
.
“
Ain
’
t
it
an
awful
nice
-
smelling
evening
?
”
asked
Davy
,
sniffing
delightedly
as
he
swung
a
hoe
in
his
grimy
hands
.
He
had
been
working
in
his
garden
.
That
spring
Marilla
,
by
way
of
turning
Davy
’
s
passion
for
reveling
in
mud
and
clay
into
useful
channels
,
had
given
him
and
Dora
a
small
plot
of
ground
for
a
garden
.
Both
had
eagerly
gone
to
work
in
a
characteristic
fashion
.
Dora
planted
,
weeded
,
and
watered
carefully
,
systematically
,
and
dispassionately
.
As
a
result
,
her
plot
was
already
green
with
prim
,
orderly
little
rows
of
vegetables
and
annuals
.
Davy
,
however
,
worked
with
more
zeal
than
discretion
;
he
dug
and
hoed
and
raked
and
watered
and
transplanted
so
energetically
that
his
seeds
had
no
chance
for
their
lives
.
“
How
is
your
garden
coming
on
,
Davy
-
boy
?
”
asked
Anne
.
“
Kind
of
slow
,
”
said
Davy
with
a
sigh
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
why
the
things
don
’
t
grow
better
.
Milty
Boulter
says
I
must
have
planted
them
in
the
dark
of
the
moon
and
that
’
s
the
whole
trouble
.
He
says
you
must
never
sow
seeds
or
kill
pork
or
cut
your
hair
or
do
any
‘
portant
thing
in
the
wrong
time
of
the
moon
.
Is
that
true
,
Anne
?
I
want
to
know
.
”
