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Again
,
Mr
.
Harrison
was
“
close
.
”
When
he
was
asked
to
subscribe
to
the
Rev
.
Mr
.
Allan
’
s
salary
he
said
he
’
d
wait
and
see
how
many
dollars
’
worth
of
good
he
got
out
of
his
preaching
first
.
.
.
he
didn
’
t
believe
in
buying
a
pig
in
a
poke
.
And
when
Mrs
.
Lynde
went
to
ask
for
a
contribution
to
missions
.
.
.
and
incidentally
to
see
the
inside
of
the
house
.
.
.
he
told
her
there
were
more
heathens
among
the
old
woman
gossips
in
Avonlea
than
anywhere
else
he
knew
of
,
and
he
’
d
cheerfully
contribute
to
a
mission
for
Christianizing
them
if
she
’
d
undertake
it
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
got
herself
away
and
said
it
was
a
mercy
poor
Mrs
.
Robert
Bell
was
safe
in
her
grave
,
for
it
would
have
broken
her
heart
to
see
the
state
of
her
house
in
which
she
used
to
take
so
much
pride
.
“
Why
,
she
scrubbed
the
kitchen
floor
every
second
day
,
”
Mrs
.
Lynde
told
Marilla
Cuthbert
indignantly
,
“
and
if
you
could
see
it
now
!
I
had
to
hold
up
my
skirts
as
I
walked
across
it
.
”
Finally
,
Mr
.
Harrison
kept
a
parrot
called
Ginger
.
Nobody
in
Avonlea
had
ever
kept
a
parrot
before
;
consequently
that
proceeding
was
considered
barely
respectable
.
And
such
a
parrot
!
If
you
took
John
Henry
Carter
’
s
word
for
it
,
never
was
such
an
unholy
bird
.
It
swore
terribly
.
Mrs
.
Carter
would
have
taken
John
Henry
away
at
once
if
she
had
been
sure
she
could
get
another
place
for
him
.
Besides
,
Ginger
had
bitten
a
piece
right
out
of
the
back
of
John
Henry
’
s
neck
one
day
when
he
had
stooped
down
too
near
the
cage
.
Mrs
.
Carter
showed
everybody
the
mark
when
the
luckless
John
Henry
went
home
on
Sundays
.
All
these
things
flashed
through
Anne
’
s
mind
as
Mr
.
Harrison
stood
,
quite
speechless
with
wrath
apparently
,
before
her
.
In
his
most
amiable
mood
Mr
.
Harrison
could
not
have
been
considered
a
handsome
man
;
he
was
short
and
fat
and
bald
;
and
now
,
with
his
round
face
purple
with
rage
and
his
prominent
blue
eyes
almost
sticking
out
of
his
head
,
Anne
thought
he
was
really
the
ugliest
person
she
had
ever
seen
.
All
at
once
Mr
.
Harrison
found
his
voice
.
“
I
’
m
not
going
to
put
up
with
this
,
”
he
spluttered
,
“
not
a
day
longer
,
do
you
hear
,
miss
.
Bless
my
soul
,
this
is
the
third
time
,
miss
.
.
.
the
third
time
!
Patience
has
ceased
to
be
a
virtue
,
miss
.
I
warned
your
aunt
the
last
time
not
to
let
it
occur
again
.
.
.
and
she
’
s
let
it
.
.
.
she
’
s
done
it
.
.
.
what
does
she
mean
by
it
,
that
is
what
I
want
to
know
.
That
is
what
I
’
m
here
about
,
miss
.
”
“
Will
you
explain
what
the
trouble
is
?
”
asked
Anne
,
in
her
most
dignified
manner
.
She
had
been
practicing
it
considerably
of
late
to
have
it
in
good
working
order
when
school
began
;
but
it
had
no
apparent
effect
on
the
irate
J
.
A
.
Harrison
.
“
Trouble
,
is
it
?
Bless
my
soul
,
trouble
enough
,
I
should
think
.
The
trouble
is
,
miss
,
that
I
found
that
Jersey
cow
of
your
aunt
’
s
in
my
oats
again
,
not
half
an
hour
ago
.
The
third
time
,
mark
you
.
I
found
her
in
last
Tuesday
and
I
found
her
in
yesterday
.
I
came
here
and
told
your
aunt
not
to
let
it
occur
again
.
She
has
let
it
occur
again
.
Where
’
s
your
aunt
,
miss
?
I
just
want
to
see
her
for
a
minute
and
give
her
a
piece
of
my
mind
.
.
.
a
piece
of
J
.
A
.
Harrison
’
s
mind
,
miss
.
”
