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Marilla
’
s
lips
twitched
understandingly
.
She
had
expected
Mrs
.
Rachel
up
;
she
had
known
that
the
sight
of
Matthew
jaunting
off
so
unaccountably
would
be
too
much
for
her
neighbor
’
s
curiosity
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
I
’
m
quite
well
although
I
had
a
bad
headache
yesterday
,
”
she
said
.
“
Matthew
went
to
Bright
River
.
We
’
re
getting
a
little
boy
from
an
orphan
asylum
in
Nova
Scotia
and
he
’
s
coming
on
the
train
tonight
.
”
If
Marilla
had
said
that
Matthew
had
gone
to
Bright
River
to
meet
a
kangaroo
from
Australia
Mrs
.
Rachel
could
not
have
been
more
astonished
.
She
was
actually
stricken
dumb
for
five
seconds
.
It
was
unsupposable
that
Marilla
was
making
fun
of
her
,
but
Mrs
.
Rachel
was
almost
forced
to
suppose
it
.
“
Are
you
in
earnest
,
Marilla
?
”
she
demanded
when
voice
returned
to
her
.
“
Yes
,
of
course
,
”
said
Marilla
,
as
if
getting
boys
from
orphan
asylums
in
Nova
Scotia
were
part
of
the
usual
spring
work
on
any
well
-
regulated
Avonlea
farm
instead
of
being
an
unheard
of
innovation
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
felt
that
she
had
received
a
severe
mental
jolt
.
She
thought
in
exclamation
points
.
A
boy
!
Marilla
and
Matthew
Cuthbert
of
all
people
adopting
a
boy
!
From
an
orphan
asylum
!
Well
,
the
world
was
certainly
turning
upside
down
!
She
would
be
surprised
at
nothing
after
this
!
Nothing
!
“
What
on
earth
put
such
a
notion
into
your
head
?
”
she
demanded
disapprovingly
.
This
had
been
done
without
her
advice
being
asked
,
and
must
perforce
be
disapproved
.
“
Well
,
we
’
ve
been
thinking
about
it
for
some
time
—
all
winter
in
fact
,
”
returned
Marilla
.
“
Mrs
.
Alexander
Spencer
was
up
here
one
day
before
Christmas
and
she
said
she
was
going
to
get
a
little
girl
from
the
asylum
over
in
Hopeton
in
the
spring
.
Her
cousin
lives
there
and
Mrs
.
Spencer
has
visited
here
and
knows
all
about
it
.
So
Matthew
and
I
have
talked
it
over
off
and
on
ever
since
.
We
thought
we
’
d
get
a
boy
.
Matthew
is
getting
up
in
years
,
you
know
—
he
’
s
sixty
—
and
he
isn
’
t
so
spry
as
he
once
was
.
His
heart
troubles
him
a
good
deal
.
And
you
know
how
desperate
hard
it
’
s
got
to
be
to
get
hired
help
.
There
’
s
never
anybody
to
be
had
but
those
stupid
,
half
-
grown
little
French
boys
;
and
as
soon
as
you
do
get
one
broke
into
your
ways
and
taught
something
he
’
s
up
and
off
to
the
lobster
canneries
or
the
States
.
At
first
Matthew
suggested
getting
a
Home
boy
.
But
I
said
‘
no
’
flat
to
that
.
‘
They
may
be
all
right
—
I
’
m
not
saying
they
’
re
not
—
but
no
London
street
Arabs
for
me
,
’
I
said
.
‘
Give
me
a
native
born
at
least
.
There
’
ll
be
a
risk
,
no
matter
who
we
get
.
But
I
’
ll
feel
easier
in
my
mind
and
sleep
sounder
at
nights
if
we
get
a
born
Canadian
.
’
So
in
the
end
we
decided
to
ask
Mrs
.
Spencer
to
pick
us
out
one
when
she
went
over
to
get
her
little
girl
.
We
heard
last
week
she
was
going
,
so
we
sent
her
word
by
Richard
Spencer
’
s
folks
at
Carmody
to
bring
us
a
smart
,
likely
boy
of
about
ten
or
eleven
.
We
decided
that
would
be
the
best
age
—
old
enough
to
be
of
some
use
in
doing
chores
right
off
and
young
enough
to
be
trained
up
proper
.
We
mean
to
give
him
a
good
home
and
schooling
.
We
had
a
telegram
from
Mrs
.
Alexander
Spencer
today
—
the
mail
-
man
brought
it
from
the
station
—
saying
they
were
coming
on
the
five
-
thirty
train
tonight
.
So
Matthew
went
to
Bright
River
to
meet
him
.
Mrs
.
Spencer
will
drop
him
off
there
.
Of
course
she
goes
on
to
White
Sands
station
herself
.
”
