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“
It
was
our
own
fault
,
”
said
Marilla
resignedly
.
“
We
should
have
come
to
you
ourselves
and
not
left
an
important
message
to
be
passed
along
by
word
of
mouth
in
that
fashion
.
Anyhow
,
the
mistake
has
been
made
and
the
only
thing
to
do
is
to
set
it
right
.
Can
we
send
the
child
back
to
the
asylum
?
I
suppose
they
’
ll
take
her
back
,
won
’
t
they
?
”
“
I
suppose
so
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Spencer
thoughtfully
,
“
but
I
don
’
t
think
it
will
be
necessary
to
send
her
back
.
Mrs
.
Peter
Blewett
was
up
here
yesterday
,
and
she
was
saying
to
me
how
much
she
wished
she
’
d
sent
by
me
for
a
little
girl
to
help
her
.
Mrs
.
Peter
has
a
large
family
,
you
know
,
and
she
finds
it
hard
to
get
help
.
Anne
will
be
the
very
girl
for
you
.
I
call
it
positively
providential
.
”
Marilla
did
not
look
as
if
she
thought
Providence
had
much
to
do
with
the
matter
.
Here
was
an
unexpectedly
good
chance
to
get
this
unwelcome
orphan
off
her
hands
,
and
she
did
not
even
feel
grateful
for
it
.
She
knew
Mrs
.
Peter
Blewett
only
by
sight
as
a
small
,
shrewish
-
faced
woman
without
an
ounce
of
superfluous
flesh
on
her
bones
.
But
she
had
heard
of
her
.
“
A
terrible
worker
and
driver
,
”
Mrs
.
Peter
was
said
to
be
;
and
discharged
servant
girls
told
fearsome
tales
of
her
temper
and
stinginess
,
and
her
family
of
pert
,
quarrelsome
children
.
Marilla
felt
a
qualm
of
conscience
at
the
thought
of
handing
Anne
over
to
her
tender
mercies
.
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
go
in
and
we
’
ll
talk
the
matter
over
,
”
she
said
.
“
And
if
there
isn
’
t
Mrs
.
Peter
coming
up
the
lane
this
blessed
minute
!
”
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Spencer
,
bustling
her
guests
through
the
hall
into
the
parlor
,
where
a
deadly
chill
struck
on
them
as
if
the
air
had
been
strained
so
long
through
dark
green
,
closely
drawn
blinds
that
it
had
lost
every
particle
of
warmth
it
had
ever
possessed
.
“
That
is
real
lucky
,
for
we
can
settle
the
matter
right
away
.
Take
the
armchair
,
Miss
Cuthbert
.
Anne
,
you
sit
here
on
the
ottoman
and
don
’
t
wiggle
.
Let
me
take
your
hats
.
Flora
Jane
,
go
out
and
put
the
kettle
on
.
Good
afternoon
,
Mrs
.
Blewett
.
We
were
just
saying
how
fortunate
it
was
you
happened
along
.
Let
me
introduce
you
two
ladies
.
Mrs
.
Blewett
,
Miss
Cuthbert
.
Please
excuse
me
for
just
a
moment
.
I
forgot
to
tell
Flora
Jane
to
take
the
buns
out
of
the
oven
.
”
Mrs
.
Spencer
whisked
away
,
after
pulling
up
the
blinds
.
Anne
sitting
mutely
on
the
ottoman
,
with
her
hands
clasped
tightly
in
her
lap
,
stared
at
Mrs
Blewett
as
one
fascinated
.
Was
she
to
be
given
into
the
keeping
of
this
sharp
-
faced
,
sharp
-
eyed
woman
?
She
felt
a
lump
coming
up
in
her
throat
and
her
eyes
smarted
painfully
.
She
was
beginning
to
be
afraid
she
couldn
’
t
keep
the
tears
back
when
Mrs
.
Spencer
returned
,
flushed
and
beaming
,
quite
capable
of
taking
any
and
every
difficulty
,
physical
,
mental
or
spiritual
,
into
consideration
and
settling
it
out
of
hand
.
“
It
seems
there
’
s
been
a
mistake
about
this
little
girl
,
Mrs
.
Blewett
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
was
under
the
impression
that
Mr
.
and
Miss
Cuthbert
wanted
a
little
girl
to
adopt
.
I
was
certainly
told
so
.
But
it
seems
it
was
a
boy
they
wanted
.
So
if
you
’
re
still
of
the
same
mind
you
were
yesterday
,
I
think
she
’
ll
be
just
the
thing
for
you
.
”
