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“
I
s
’
pose
you
’
ll
be
scooping
up
all
the
honors
that
are
lying
round
loose
at
Redmond
.
”
“
I
may
try
for
one
or
two
of
them
,
”
confessed
Anne
,
“
but
I
don
’
t
care
so
much
for
things
like
that
as
I
did
two
years
ago
.
What
I
want
to
get
out
of
my
college
course
is
some
knowledge
of
the
best
way
of
living
life
and
doing
the
most
and
best
with
it
.
I
want
to
learn
to
understand
and
help
other
people
and
myself
.
”
Mr
.
Harrison
nodded
.
“
That
’
s
the
idea
exactly
.
That
’
s
what
college
ought
to
be
for
,
instead
of
for
turning
out
a
lot
of
B
.
A
.
‘
s
,
so
chock
full
of
book
-
learning
and
vanity
that
there
ain
’
t
room
for
anything
else
.
You
’
re
all
right
.
College
won
’
t
be
able
to
do
you
much
harm
,
I
reckon
.
”
Diana
and
Anne
drove
over
to
Echo
Lodge
after
tea
,
taking
with
them
all
the
flowery
spoil
that
several
predatory
expeditions
in
their
own
and
their
neighbors
’
gardens
had
yielded
.
They
found
the
stone
house
agog
with
excitement
.
Charlotta
the
Fourth
was
flying
around
with
such
vim
and
briskness
that
her
blue
bows
seemed
really
to
possess
the
power
of
being
everywhere
at
once
.
Like
the
helmet
of
Navarre
,
Charlotta
’
s
blue
bows
waved
ever
in
the
thickest
of
the
fray
.
“
Praise
be
to
goodness
you
’
ve
come
,
”
she
said
devoutly
,
“
for
there
’
s
heaps
of
things
to
do
.
.
.
and
the
frosting
on
that
cake
WON
’
T
harden
.
.
.
and
there
’
s
all
the
silver
to
be
rubbed
up
yet
.
.
.
and
the
horsehair
trunk
to
be
packed
.
.
.
and
the
roosters
for
the
chicken
salad
are
running
out
there
beyant
the
henhouse
yet
,
crowing
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
And
Miss
Lavendar
ain
’
t
to
be
trusted
to
do
a
thing
.
I
was
thankful
when
Mr
.
Irving
came
a
few
minutes
ago
and
took
her
off
for
a
walk
in
the
woods
.
Courting
’
s
all
right
in
its
place
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
but
if
you
try
to
mix
it
up
with
cooking
and
scouring
everything
’
s
spoiled
.
That
’
s
MY
opinion
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
”
Anne
and
Diana
worked
so
heartily
that
by
ten
o
’
clock
even
Charlotta
the
Fourth
was
satisfied
.
She
braided
her
hair
in
innumerable
plaits
and
took
her
weary
little
bones
off
to
bed
.
“
But
I
’
m
sure
I
shan
’
t
sleep
a
blessed
wink
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
for
fear
that
something
’
ll
go
wrong
at
the
last
minute
.
.
.
the
cream
won
’
t
whip
.
.
.
or
Mr
.
Irving
’
ll
have
a
stroke
and
not
be
able
to
come
.
”
“
He
isn
’
t
in
the
habit
of
having
strokes
,
is
he
?
”
asked
Diana
,
the
dimpled
corners
of
her
mouth
twitching
.
To
Diana
,
Charlotta
the
Fourth
was
,
if
not
exactly
a
thing
of
beauty
,
certainly
a
joy
forever
.
