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“
They
’
re
not
things
that
go
by
habit
,
”
said
Charlotta
the
Fourth
with
dignity
.
“
They
just
HAPPEN
.
.
.
and
there
you
are
.
ANYBODY
can
have
a
stroke
.
You
don
’
t
have
to
learn
how
.
Mr
.
Irving
looks
a
lot
like
an
uncle
of
mine
that
had
one
once
just
as
he
was
sitting
down
to
dinner
one
day
.
But
maybe
everything
’
ll
go
all
right
.
In
this
world
you
’
ve
just
got
to
hope
for
the
best
and
prepare
for
the
worst
and
take
whatever
God
sends
.
”
“
The
only
thing
I
’
m
worried
about
is
that
it
won
’
t
be
fine
tomorrow
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
Uncle
Abe
predicted
rain
for
the
middle
of
the
week
,
and
ever
since
the
big
storm
I
can
’
t
help
believing
there
’
s
a
good
deal
in
what
Uncle
Abe
says
.
”
Anne
,
who
knew
better
than
Diana
just
how
much
Uncle
Abe
had
to
do
with
the
storm
,
was
not
much
disturbed
by
this
.
She
slept
the
sleep
of
the
just
and
weary
,
and
was
roused
at
an
unearthly
hour
by
Charlotta
the
Fourth
.
“
Oh
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
it
’
s
awful
to
call
you
so
early
,
”
came
wailing
through
the
keyhole
,
“
but
there
’
s
so
much
to
do
yet
.
.
.
and
oh
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
I
’
m
skeered
it
’
s
going
to
rain
and
I
wish
you
’
d
get
up
and
tell
me
you
think
it
ain
’
t
.
”
Anne
flew
to
the
window
,
hoping
against
hope
that
Charlotta
the
Fourth
was
saying
this
merely
by
way
of
rousing
her
effectually
.
But
alas
,
the
morning
did
look
unpropitious
.
Below
the
window
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
garden
,
which
should
have
been
a
glory
of
pale
virgin
sunshine
,
lay
dim
and
windless
;
and
the
sky
over
the
firs
was
dark
with
moody
clouds
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
too
mean
!
”
said
Diana
.
“
We
must
hope
for
the
best
,
”
said
Anne
determinedly
.
“
If
it
only
doesn
’
t
actually
rain
,
a
cool
,
pearly
gray
day
like
this
would
really
be
nicer
than
hot
sunshine
.
”
“
But
it
will
rain
,
”
mourned
Charlotta
,
creeping
into
the
room
,
a
figure
of
fun
,
with
her
many
braids
wound
about
her
head
,
the
ends
,
tied
up
with
white
thread
,
sticking
out
in
all
directions
.
“
It
’
ll
hold
off
till
the
last
minute
and
then
pour
cats
and
dogs
.
And
all
the
folks
will
get
sopping
.
.
.
and
track
mud
all
over
the
house
.
.
.
and
they
won
’
t
be
able
to
be
married
under
the
honeysuckle
.
.
.
and
it
’
s
awful
unlucky
for
no
sun
to
shine
on
a
bride
,
say
what
you
will
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
I
knew
things
were
going
too
well
to
last
.
”
Charlotta
the
Fourth
seemed
certainly
to
have
borrowed
a
leaf
out
of
Miss
Eliza
Andrews
’
book
.
It
did
not
rain
,
though
it
kept
on
looking
as
if
it
meant
to
.
By
noon
the
rooms
were
decorated
,
the
table
beautifully
laid
;
and
upstairs
was
waiting
a
bride
,
“
adorned
for
her
husband
.
”
