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“
Maybe
if
you
didn
’
t
pull
your
plants
up
by
the
roots
every
other
day
to
see
how
they
’
re
getting
on
‘
at
the
other
end
,
’
they
’
d
do
better
,
”
said
Marilla
sarcastically
.
“
I
only
pulled
six
of
them
up
,
”
protested
Davy
.
“
I
wanted
to
see
if
there
was
grubs
at
the
roots
.
Milty
Boulter
said
if
it
wasn
’
t
the
moon
’
s
fault
it
must
be
grubs
.
But
I
only
found
one
grub
.
He
was
a
great
big
juicy
curly
grub
.
I
put
him
on
a
stone
and
got
another
stone
and
smashed
him
flat
.
He
made
a
jolly
SQUISH
I
tell
you
.
I
was
sorry
there
wasn
’
t
more
of
them
.
Dora
’
s
garden
was
planted
same
time
’
s
mine
and
her
things
are
growing
all
right
.
It
CAN
’
T
be
the
moon
,
”
Davy
concluded
in
a
reflective
tone
.
“
Marilla
,
look
at
that
apple
tree
,
”
said
Anne
.
“
Why
,
the
thing
is
human
.
It
is
reaching
out
long
arms
to
pick
its
own
pink
skirts
daintily
up
and
provoke
us
to
admiration
.
”
“
Those
Yellow
Duchess
trees
always
bear
well
,
”
said
Marilla
complacently
.
“
That
tree
’
ll
be
loaded
this
year
.
I
’
m
real
glad
.
.
.
they
’
re
great
for
pies
.
”
But
neither
Marilla
nor
Anne
nor
anybody
else
was
fated
to
make
pies
out
of
Yellow
Duchess
apples
that
year
.
The
twenty
-
third
of
May
came
.
.
.
an
unseasonably
warm
day
,
as
none
realized
more
keenly
than
Anne
and
her
little
beehive
of
pupils
,
sweltering
over
fractions
and
syntax
in
the
Avonlea
schoolroom
.
A
hot
breeze
blew
all
the
forenoon
;
but
after
noon
hour
it
died
away
into
a
heavy
stillness
.
At
half
past
three
Anne
heard
a
low
rumble
of
thunder
.
She
promptly
dismissed
school
at
once
,
so
that
the
children
might
get
home
before
the
storm
came
.
As
they
went
out
to
the
playground
Anne
perceived
a
certain
shadow
and
gloom
over
the
world
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
the
sun
was
still
shining
brightly
.
Annetta
Bell
caught
her
hand
nervously
.
“
Oh
,
teacher
,
look
at
that
awful
cloud
!
”
Anne
looked
and
gave
an
exclamation
of
dismay
.
In
the
northwest
a
mass
of
cloud
,
such
as
she
had
never
in
all
her
life
beheld
before
,
was
rapidly
rolling
up
.
It
was
dead
black
,
save
where
its
curled
and
fringed
edges
showed
a
ghastly
,
livid
white
.
There
was
something
about
it
indescribably
menacing
as
it
gloomed
up
in
the
clear
blue
sky
;
now
and
again
a
bolt
of
lightning
shot
across
it
,
followed
by
a
savage
growl
.
It
hung
so
low
that
it
almost
seemed
to
be
touching
the
tops
of
the
wooded
hills
.
Mr
.
Harmon
Andrews
came
clattering
up
the
hill
in
his
truck
wagon
,
urging
his
team
of
grays
to
their
utmost
speed
.
He
pulled
them
to
a
halt
opposite
the
school
.
