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“
Well
,
and
how
do
you
like
Mrs
.
Harrison
?
”
she
asked
Anne
.
“
Very
much
.
I
think
she
’
s
a
real
nice
little
woman
.
”
“
That
’
s
exactly
what
she
is
,
”
said
Mrs
Rachel
with
emphasis
,
“
and
as
I
’
ve
just
been
sayin
’
to
Marilla
,
I
think
we
ought
all
to
overlook
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
peculiarities
for
her
sake
and
try
to
make
her
feel
at
home
here
,
that
’
s
what
.
Well
,
I
must
get
back
.
Thomas
’
ll
be
wearying
for
me
.
I
get
out
a
little
since
Eliza
came
and
he
’
s
seemed
a
lot
better
these
past
few
days
,
but
I
never
like
to
be
long
away
from
him
.
I
hear
Gilbert
Blythe
has
resigned
from
White
Sands
.
He
’
ll
be
off
to
college
in
the
fall
,
I
suppose
.
”
Mrs
.
Rachel
looked
sharply
at
Anne
,
but
Anne
was
bending
over
a
sleepy
Davy
nodding
on
the
sofa
and
nothing
was
to
be
read
in
her
face
.
She
carried
Davy
away
,
her
oval
girlish
cheek
pressed
against
his
curly
yellow
head
.
As
they
went
up
the
stairs
Davy
flung
a
tired
arm
about
Anne
’
s
neck
and
gave
her
a
warm
hug
and
a
sticky
kiss
.
“
You
’
re
awful
nice
,
Anne
.
Milty
Boulter
wrote
on
his
slate
today
and
showed
it
to
Jennie
Sloane
,
“
‘
Roses
red
and
vi
’
lets
blue
,
Sugar
’
s
sweet
,
and
so
are
you
”
and
that
‘
spresses
my
feelings
for
you
ezackly
,
Anne
.
”
Thomas
Lynde
faded
out
of
life
as
quietly
and
unobtrusively
as
he
had
lived
it
.
His
wife
was
a
tender
,
patient
,
unwearied
nurse
.
Sometimes
Rachel
had
been
a
little
hard
on
her
Thomas
in
health
,
when
his
slowness
or
meekness
had
provoked
her
;
but
when
he
became
ill
no
voice
could
be
lower
,
no
hand
more
gently
skillful
,
no
vigil
more
uncomplaining
.
