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“
I
’
ll
try
to
,
”
gasped
Anne
,
choking
back
a
wild
desire
to
laugh
.
“
I
know
by
experience
that
it
’
s
very
unpleasant
to
have
one
’
s
name
SPELLED
wrong
and
I
suppose
it
must
be
even
worse
to
have
it
pronounced
wrong
.
”
“
Certainly
it
is
.
And
Clarice
Almira
also
informed
me
that
you
call
my
son
Jacob
.
”
“
He
told
me
his
name
was
Jacob
,
”
protested
Anne
.
“
I
might
well
have
expected
that
,
”
said
Mrs
.
H
.
B
.
Donnell
,
in
a
tone
which
implied
that
gratitude
in
children
was
not
to
be
looked
for
in
this
degenerate
age
.
“
That
boy
has
such
plebeian
tastes
,
Miss
Shirley
.
When
he
was
born
I
wanted
to
call
him
St
.
Clair
.
.
.
it
sounds
SO
aristocratic
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
But
his
father
insisted
he
should
be
called
Jacob
after
his
uncle
.
I
yielded
,
because
Uncle
Jacob
was
a
rich
old
bachelor
.
And
what
do
you
think
,
Miss
Shirley
?
When
our
innocent
boy
was
five
years
old
Uncle
Jacob
actually
went
and
got
married
and
now
he
has
three
boys
of
his
own
.
Did
you
ever
hear
of
such
ingratitude
?
The
moment
the
invitation
to
the
wedding
.
.
.
for
he
had
the
impertinence
to
send
us
an
invitation
,
Miss
Shirley
.
.
.
came
to
the
house
I
said
,
‘
No
more
Jacobs
for
me
,
thank
you
.
’
From
that
day
I
called
my
son
St
.
Clair
and
St
.
Clair
I
am
determined
he
shall
be
called
.
His
father
obstinately
continues
to
call
him
Jacob
,
and
the
boy
himself
has
a
perfectly
unaccountable
preference
for
the
vulgar
name
.
But
St
.
Clair
he
is
and
St
.
Clair
he
shall
remain
.
You
will
kindly
remember
this
,
Miss
Shirley
,
will
you
not
?
THANK
you
.
I
told
Clarice
Almira
that
I
was
sure
it
was
only
a
misunderstanding
and
that
a
word
would
set
it
right
.
Donnell
.
.
.
accent
on
the
last
syllable
.
.
.
and
St
.
Clair
.
.
.
on
no
account
Jacob
.
You
’
ll
remember
?
THANK
you
.
”
When
Mrs
.
H
.
B
.
DonNELL
had
skimmed
away
Anne
locked
the
school
door
and
went
home
.
At
the
foot
of
the
hill
she
found
Paul
Irving
by
the
Birch
Path
.
He
held
out
to
her
a
cluster
of
the
dainty
little
wild
orchids
which
Avonlea
children
called
“
rice
lillies
.
”
“
Please
,
teacher
,
I
found
these
in
Mr
.
Wright
’
s
field
,
”
he
said
shyly
,
“
and
I
came
back
to
give
them
to
you
because
I
thought
you
were
the
kind
of
lady
that
would
like
them
,
and
because
.
.
.
”
he
lifted
his
big
beautiful
eyes
.
.
.
“
I
like
you
,
teacher
.
”
“
You
darling
,
”
said
Anne
,
taking
the
fragrant
spikes
.
As
if
Paul
’
s
words
had
been
a
spell
of
magic
,
discouragement
and
weariness
passed
from
her
spirit
,
and
hope
upwelled
in
her
heart
like
a
dancing
fountain
.
She
went
through
the
Birch
Path
light
-
footedly
,
attended
by
the
sweetness
of
her
orchids
as
by
a
benediction
.
“
Well
,
how
did
you
get
along
?
”
Marilla
wanted
to
know
.
