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“
Mrs
.
Lynde
has
come
up
to
give
me
good
advice
about
tomorrow
,
”
thought
Anne
with
a
grimace
,
“
but
I
don
’
t
believe
I
’
ll
go
in
.
Her
advice
is
much
like
pepper
,
I
think
.
.
.
excellent
in
small
quantities
but
rather
scorching
in
her
doses
.
I
’
ll
run
over
and
have
a
chat
with
Mr
.
Harrison
instead
.
”
This
was
not
the
first
time
Anne
had
run
over
and
chatted
with
Mr
.
Harrison
since
the
notable
affair
of
the
Jersey
cow
.
She
had
been
there
several
evenings
and
Mr
.
Harrison
and
she
were
very
good
friends
,
although
there
were
times
and
seasons
when
Anne
found
the
outspokenness
on
which
he
prided
himself
rather
trying
.
Ginger
still
continued
to
regard
her
with
suspicion
,
and
never
failed
to
greet
her
sarcastically
as
“
redheaded
snippet
.
”
Mr
.
Harrison
had
tried
vainly
to
break
him
of
the
habit
by
jumping
excitedly
up
whenever
he
saw
Anne
coming
and
exclaiming
,
“
Bless
my
soul
,
here
’
s
that
pretty
little
girl
again
,
”
or
something
equally
flattering
.
But
Ginger
saw
through
the
scheme
and
scorned
it
.
Anne
was
never
to
know
how
many
compliments
Mr
.
Harrison
paid
her
behind
her
back
.
He
certainly
never
paid
her
any
to
her
face
.
“
Well
,
I
suppose
you
’
ve
been
back
in
the
woods
laying
in
a
supply
of
switches
for
tomorrow
?
”
was
his
greeting
as
Anne
came
up
the
veranda
steps
.
“
No
,
indeed
,
”
said
Anne
indignantly
.
She
was
an
excellent
target
for
teasing
because
she
always
took
things
so
seriously
.
“
I
shall
never
have
a
switch
in
my
school
,
Mr
.
Harrison
.
Of
course
,
I
shall
have
to
have
a
pointer
,
but
I
shall
use
it
for
pointing
ONLY
.
”
“
So
you
mean
to
strap
them
instead
?
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
but
you
’
re
right
.
A
switch
stings
more
at
the
time
but
the
strap
smarts
longer
,
that
’
s
a
fact
.
”
“
I
shall
not
use
anything
of
the
sort
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
whip
my
pupils
.
”
“
Bless
my
soul
,
”
exclaimed
Mr
.
Harrison
in
genuine
astonishment
,
“
how
do
you
lay
out
to
keep
order
then
?
”
“
I
shall
govern
by
affection
,
Mr
.
Harrison
.
”
