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“
Not
in
my
experience
,
and
I
’
ve
fifty
-
seven
years
to
set
against
your
sixteen
,
”
retorted
Eliza
.
“
Going
,
are
you
?
Well
,
I
hope
this
new
society
of
yours
will
be
able
to
keep
Avonlea
from
running
any
further
down
hill
but
I
haven
’
t
much
hope
of
it
.
”
Anne
and
Diana
got
themselves
thankfully
out
,
and
drove
away
as
fast
as
the
fat
pony
could
go
.
As
they
rounded
the
curve
below
the
beech
wood
a
plump
figure
came
speeding
over
Mr
.
Andrews
’
pasture
,
waving
to
them
excitedly
.
It
was
Catherine
Andrews
and
she
was
so
out
of
breath
that
she
could
hardly
speak
,
but
she
thrust
a
couple
of
quarters
into
Anne
’
s
hand
.
“
That
’
s
my
contribution
to
painting
the
hall
,
”
she
gasped
.
“
I
’
d
like
to
give
you
a
dollar
but
I
don
’
t
dare
take
more
from
my
egg
money
for
Eliza
would
find
it
out
if
I
did
.
I
’
m
real
interested
in
your
society
and
I
believe
you
’
re
going
to
do
a
lot
of
good
.
I
’
m
an
optimist
.
I
HAVE
to
be
,
living
with
Eliza
.
I
must
hurry
back
before
she
misses
me
.
.
.
she
thinks
I
’
m
feeding
the
hens
.
I
hope
you
’
ll
have
good
luck
canvassing
,
and
don
’
t
be
cast
down
over
what
Eliza
said
.
The
world
IS
getting
better
.
.
.
it
certainly
is
.
”
The
next
house
was
Daniel
Blair
’
s
.
“
Now
,
it
all
depends
on
whether
his
wife
is
home
or
not
,
”
said
Diana
,
as
they
jolted
along
a
deep
-
rutted
lane
.
“
If
she
is
we
won
’
t
get
a
cent
.
Everybody
says
Dan
Blair
doesn
’
t
dare
have
his
hair
cut
without
asking
her
permission
;
and
it
’
s
certain
she
’
s
very
close
,
to
state
it
moderately
.
She
says
she
has
to
be
just
before
she
’
s
generous
.
But
Mrs
.
Lynde
says
she
’
s
so
much
‘
before
’
that
generosity
never
catches
up
with
her
at
all
.
”
Anne
related
their
experience
at
the
Blair
place
to
Marilla
that
evening
.
“
We
tied
the
horse
and
then
rapped
at
the
kitchen
door
.
Nobody
came
but
the
door
was
open
and
we
could
hear
somebody
in
the
pantry
,
going
on
dreadfully
.
We
couldn
’
t
make
out
the
words
but
Diana
says
she
knows
they
were
swearing
by
the
sound
of
them
.
I
can
’
t
believe
that
of
Mr
.
Blair
,
for
he
is
always
so
quiet
and
meek
;
but
at
least
he
had
great
provocation
,
for
Marilla
,
when
that
poor
man
came
to
the
door
,
red
as
a
beet
,
with
perspiration
streaming
down
his
face
,
he
had
on
one
of
his
wife
’
s
big
gingham
aprons
.
‘
I
can
’
t
get
this
durned
thing
off
,
’
he
said
,
‘
for
the
strings
are
tied
in
a
hard
knot
and
I
can
’
t
bust
‘
em
,
so
you
’
ll
have
to
excuse
me
,
ladies
.
’
We
begged
him
not
to
mention
it
and
went
in
and
sat
down
.
Mr
.
Blair
sat
down
too
;
he
twisted
the
apron
around
to
his
back
and
rolled
it
up
,
but
he
did
look
so
ashamed
and
worried
that
I
felt
sorry
for
him
,
and
Diana
said
she
feared
we
had
called
at
an
inconvenient
time
.
‘
Oh
,
not
at
all
,
’
said
Mr
.
Blair
,
trying
to
smile
.
.
.
you
know
he
is
always
very
polite
.
.
.
‘
I
’
m
a
little
busy
.
.
.
getting
ready
to
bake
a
cake
as
it
were
.
My
wife
got
a
telegram
today
that
her
sister
from
Montreal
is
coming
tonight
and
she
’
s
gone
to
the
train
to
meet
her
and
left
orders
for
me
to
make
a
cake
for
tea
.
She
writ
out
the
recipe
and
told
me
what
to
do
but
I
’
ve
clean
forgot
half
the
directions
already
.
And
it
says
,
‘
flavor
according
to
taste
.
’
What
does
that
mean
?
How
can
you
tell
?
And
what
if
my
taste
doesn
’
t
happen
to
be
other
people
’
s
taste
?
Would
a
tablespoon
of
vanilla
be
enough
for
a
small
layer
cake
?
”
“
I
felt
sorrier
than
ever
for
the
poor
man
.
He
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
in
his
proper
sphere
at
all
.
I
had
heard
of
henpecked
husbands
and
now
I
felt
that
I
saw
one
.
It
was
on
my
lips
to
say
,
‘
Mr
.
Blair
,
if
you
’
ll
give
us
a
subscription
for
the
hall
I
’
ll
mix
up
your
cake
for
you
.
’
But
I
suddenly
thought
it
wouldn
’
t
be
neighborly
to
drive
too
sharp
a
bargain
with
a
fellow
creature
in
distress
.
So
I
offered
to
mix
the
cake
for
him
without
any
conditions
at
all
.
He
just
jumped
at
my
offer
.
He
said
he
’
d
been
used
to
making
his
own
bread
before
he
was
married
but
he
feared
cake
was
beyond
him
,
and
yet
he
hated
to
disappoint
his
wife
.
He
got
me
another
apron
,
and
Diana
beat
the
eggs
and
I
mixed
the
cake
.
Mr
.
Blair
ran
about
and
got
us
the
materials
.
He
had
forgotten
all
about
his
apron
and
when
he
ran
it
streamed
out
behind
him
and
Diana
said
she
thought
she
would
die
to
see
it
.
He
said
he
could
bake
the
cake
all
right
.
.
.
he
was
used
to
that
.
.
.
and
then
he
asked
for
our
list
and
he
put
down
four
dollars
.
So
you
see
we
were
rewarded
.
