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“
A
cake
,
”
said
Anne
archly
.
In
her
relief
at
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
unexpected
amiability
her
spirits
soared
upward
feather
-
light
.
“
I
brought
it
over
for
you
.
.
.
I
thought
perhaps
you
didn
’
t
have
cake
very
often
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
,
that
’
s
a
fact
,
and
I
’
m
mighty
fond
of
it
,
too
.
I
’
m
much
obliged
to
you
.
It
looks
good
on
top
.
I
hope
it
’
s
good
all
the
way
through
.
”
“
It
is
,
”
said
Anne
,
gaily
confident
.
“
I
have
made
cakes
in
my
time
that
were
NOT
,
as
Mrs
.
Allan
could
tell
you
,
but
this
one
is
all
right
.
I
made
it
for
the
Improvement
Society
,
but
I
can
make
another
for
them
.
”
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
,
miss
,
you
must
help
me
eat
it
.
I
’
ll
put
the
kettle
on
and
we
’
ll
have
a
cup
of
tea
.
How
will
that
do
?
”
“
Will
you
let
me
make
the
tea
?
”
said
Anne
dubiously
.
Mr
.
Harrison
chuckled
.
“
I
see
you
haven
’
t
much
confidence
in
my
ability
to
make
tea
.
You
’
re
wrong
.
.
.
I
can
brew
up
as
good
a
jorum
of
tea
as
you
ever
drank
.
But
go
ahead
yourself
.
Fortunately
it
rained
last
Sunday
,
so
there
’
s
plenty
of
clean
dishes
.
”
Anne
hopped
briskly
up
and
went
to
work
.
She
washed
the
teapot
in
several
waters
before
she
put
the
tea
to
steep
.
Then
she
swept
the
stove
and
set
the
table
,
bringing
the
dishes
out
of
the
pantry
.
The
state
of
that
pantry
horrified
Anne
,
but
she
wisely
said
nothing
.
Mr
.
Harrison
told
her
where
to
find
the
bread
and
butter
and
a
can
of
peaches
.
Anne
adorned
the
table
with
a
bouquet
from
the
garden
and
shut
her
eyes
to
the
stains
on
the
tablecloth
.
Soon
the
tea
was
ready
and
Anne
found
herself
sitting
opposite
Mr
.
Harrison
at
his
own
table
,
pouring
his
tea
for
him
,
and
chatting
freely
to
him
about
her
school
and
friends
and
plans
.
She
could
hardly
believe
the
evidence
of
her
senses
.
Mr
.
Harrison
had
brought
Ginger
back
,
averring
that
the
poor
bird
would
be
lonesome
;
and
Anne
,
feeling
that
she
could
forgive
everybody
and
everything
,
offered
him
a
walnut
.
But
Ginger
’
s
feelings
had
been
grievously
hurt
and
he
rejected
all
overtures
of
friendship
.
He
sat
moodily
on
his
perch
and
ruffled
his
feathers
up
until
he
looked
like
a
mere
ball
of
green
and
gold
.
