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But
even
if
he
hadn
’
t
given
a
cent
I
’
d
always
feel
that
we
had
done
a
truly
Christian
act
in
helping
him
.
”
Theodore
White
’
s
was
the
next
stopping
place
.
Neither
Anne
nor
Diana
had
ever
been
there
before
,
and
they
had
only
a
very
slight
acquaintance
with
Mrs
.
Theodore
,
who
was
not
given
to
hospitality
.
Should
they
go
to
the
back
or
front
door
?
While
they
held
a
whispered
consultation
Mrs
.
Theodore
appeared
at
the
front
door
with
an
armful
of
newspapers
.
Deliberately
she
laid
them
down
one
by
one
on
the
porch
floor
and
the
porch
steps
,
and
then
down
the
path
to
the
very
feet
of
her
mystified
callers
.
“
Will
you
please
wipe
your
feet
carefully
on
the
grass
and
then
walk
on
these
papers
?
”
she
said
anxiously
.
“
I
’
ve
just
swept
the
house
all
over
and
I
can
’
t
have
any
more
dust
tracked
in
.
The
path
’
s
been
real
muddy
since
the
rain
yesterday
.
”
“
Don
’
t
you
dare
laugh
,
”
warned
Anne
in
a
whisper
,
as
they
marched
along
the
newspapers
.
“
And
I
implore
you
,
Diana
,
not
to
look
at
me
,
no
matter
what
she
says
,
or
I
shall
not
be
able
to
keep
a
sober
face
.
”
The
papers
extended
across
the
hall
and
into
a
prim
,
fleckless
parlor
.
Anne
and
Diana
sat
down
gingerly
on
the
nearest
chairs
and
explained
their
errand
.
Mrs
.
White
heard
them
politely
,
interrupting
only
twice
,
once
to
chase
out
an
adventurous
fly
,
and
once
to
pick
up
a
tiny
wisp
of
grass
that
had
fallen
on
the
carpet
from
Anne
’
s
dress
.
Anne
felt
wretchedly
guilty
;
but
Mrs
.
White
subscribed
two
dollars
and
paid
the
money
down
.
.
.
“
to
prevent
us
from
having
to
go
back
for
it
,
”
Diana
said
when
they
got
away
.
Mrs
.
White
had
the
newspapers
gathered
up
before
they
had
their
horse
untied
and
as
they
drove
out
of
the
yard
they
saw
her
busily
wielding
a
broom
in
the
hall
.
“
I
’
ve
always
heard
that
Mrs
.
Theodore
White
was
the
neatest
woman
alive
and
I
’
ll
believe
it
after
this
,
”
said
Diana
,
giving
way
to
her
suppressed
laughter
as
soon
as
it
was
safe
.
“
I
am
glad
she
has
no
children
,
”
said
Anne
solemnly
.
“
It
would
be
dreadful
beyond
words
for
them
if
she
had
.
”
At
the
Spencers
’
Mrs
.
Isabella
Spencer
made
them
miserable
by
saying
something
ill
-
natured
about
everyone
in
Avonlea
.
Mr
.
Thomas
Boulter
refused
to
give
anything
because
the
hall
,
when
it
had
been
built
,
twenty
years
before
,
hadn
’
t
been
built
on
the
site
he
recommended
.
Mrs
.
Esther
Bell
,
who
was
the
picture
of
health
,
took
half
an
hour
to
detail
all
her
aches
and
pains
,
and
sadly
put
down
fifty
cents
because
she
wouldn
’
t
be
there
that
time
next
year
to
do
it
.
.
.
no
,
she
would
be
in
her
grave
.
Their
worst
reception
,
however
,
was
at
Simon
Fletcher
’
s
.
When
they
drove
into
the
yard
they
saw
two
faces
peering
at
them
through
the
porch
window
.
But
although
they
rapped
and
waited
patiently
and
persistently
nobody
came
to
the
door
.
Two
decidedly
ruffled
and
indignant
girls
drove
away
from
Simon
Fletcher
’
s
.
Even
Anne
admitted
that
she
was
beginning
to
feel
discouraged
.
But
the
tide
turned
after
that
.
Several
Sloane
homesteads
came
next
,
where
they
got
liberal
subscriptions
,
and
from
that
to
the
end
they
fared
well
,
with
only
an
occasional
snub
.
Their
last
place
of
call
was
at
Robert
Dickson
’
s
by
the
pond
bridge
.
