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“
What
will
we
say
if
the
baby
isn
’
t
pretty
?
”
whispered
Diana
in
trepidation
as
they
followed
the
excited
Lorenzo
into
the
house
.
“
Oh
,
there
will
certainly
be
something
else
nice
to
say
about
it
,
”
said
Anne
easily
.
“
There
always
is
about
a
baby
.
”
The
baby
WAS
pretty
,
however
,
and
Mr
.
White
felt
that
he
got
his
five
dollars
’
worth
of
the
girls
’
honest
delight
over
the
plump
little
newcomer
.
But
that
was
the
first
,
last
,
and
only
time
that
Lorenzo
White
ever
subscribed
to
anything
.
Anne
,
tired
as
she
was
,
made
one
more
effort
for
the
public
weal
that
night
,
slipping
over
the
fields
to
interview
Mr
.
Harrison
,
who
was
as
usual
smoking
his
pipe
on
the
veranda
with
Ginger
beside
him
.
Strickly
speaking
he
was
on
the
Carmody
road
;
but
Jane
and
Gertie
,
who
were
not
acquainted
with
him
save
by
doubtful
report
,
had
nervously
begged
Anne
to
canvass
him
.
Mr
.
Harrison
,
however
,
flatly
refused
to
subscribe
a
cent
,
and
all
Anne
’
s
wiles
were
in
vain
.
“
But
I
thought
you
approved
of
our
society
,
Mr
.
Harrison
,
”
she
mourned
.
“
So
I
do
.
.
.
so
I
do
.
.
.
but
my
approval
doesn
’
t
go
as
deep
as
my
pocket
,
Anne
.
”
“
A
few
more
experiences
such
as
I
have
had
today
would
make
me
as
much
of
a
pessimist
as
Miss
Eliza
Andrews
,
”
Anne
told
her
reflection
in
the
east
gable
mirror
at
bedtime
.
Anne
leaned
back
in
her
chair
one
mild
October
evening
and
sighed
.
She
was
sitting
at
a
table
covered
with
text
books
and
exercises
,
but
the
closely
written
sheets
of
paper
before
her
had
no
apparent
connection
with
studies
or
school
work
.
“
What
is
the
matter
?
”
asked
Gilbert
,
who
had
arrived
at
the
open
kitchen
door
just
in
time
to
hear
the
sigh
.
