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Charlotta
shook
her
head
,
with
its
rampant
bows
,
disconsolately
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
Miss
Lavendar
hates
visiting
.
She
’
s
only
got
three
relations
she
ever
visits
and
she
says
she
just
goes
to
see
them
as
a
family
duty
.
Last
time
when
she
come
home
she
said
she
wasn
’
t
going
to
visit
for
family
duty
no
more
.
‘
I
’
ve
come
home
in
love
with
loneliness
,
Charlotta
,
’
she
says
to
me
,
‘
and
I
never
want
to
stray
from
my
own
vine
and
fig
tree
again
.
My
relations
try
so
hard
to
make
an
old
lady
of
me
and
it
has
a
bad
effect
on
me
.
’
Just
like
that
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
‘
It
has
a
very
bad
effect
on
me
.
’
So
I
don
’
t
think
it
would
do
any
good
to
coax
her
to
go
visiting
.
”
“
We
must
see
what
can
be
done
,
”
said
Anne
decidedly
,
as
she
put
the
last
possible
berry
in
her
pink
cup
.
“
Just
as
soon
as
I
have
my
vacation
I
’
ll
come
through
and
spend
a
whole
week
with
you
.
We
’
ll
have
a
picnic
every
day
and
pretend
all
sorts
of
interesting
things
,
and
see
if
we
can
’
t
cheer
Miss
Lavendar
up
.
”
“
That
will
be
the
very
thing
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
”
exclaimed
Charlotta
the
Fourth
in
rapture
.
She
was
glad
for
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
sake
and
for
her
own
too
.
With
a
whole
week
in
which
to
study
Anne
constantly
she
would
surely
be
able
to
learn
how
to
move
and
behave
like
her
.
When
the
girls
got
back
to
Echo
Lodge
they
found
that
Miss
Lavendar
and
Paul
had
carried
the
little
square
table
out
of
the
kitchen
to
the
garden
and
had
everything
ready
for
tea
.
Nothing
ever
tasted
so
delicious
as
those
strawberries
and
cream
,
eaten
under
a
great
blue
sky
all
curdled
over
with
fluffy
little
white
clouds
,
and
in
the
long
shadows
of
the
wood
with
its
lispings
and
its
murmurings
.
After
tea
Anne
helped
Charlotta
wash
the
dishes
in
the
kitchen
,
while
Miss
Lavendar
sat
on
the
stone
bench
with
Paul
and
heard
all
about
his
rock
people
.
She
was
a
good
listener
,
this
sweet
Miss
Lavendar
,
but
just
at
the
last
it
struck
Paul
that
she
had
suddenly
lost
interest
in
the
Twin
Sailors
.
“
Miss
Lavendar
,
why
do
you
look
at
me
like
that
?
”
he
asked
gravely
.
“
How
do
I
look
,
Paul
?
”
“
Just
as
if
you
were
looking
through
me
at
somebody
I
put
you
in
mind
of
,
”
said
Paul
,
who
had
such
occasional
flashes
of
uncanny
insight
that
it
wasn
’
t
quite
safe
to
have
secrets
when
he
was
about
.
“
You
do
put
me
in
mind
of
somebody
I
knew
long
ago
,
”
said
Miss
Lavendar
dreamily
.
