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When
he
did
get
married
his
wife
fell
out
of
the
sleigh
one
night
when
they
were
driving
home
from
church
and
he
never
missed
her
.
Then
there
was
Dan
Winston
.
He
knew
too
much
.
He
knew
everything
in
this
world
and
most
of
what
is
in
the
next
.
He
could
give
you
an
answer
to
any
question
,
even
if
you
asked
him
when
the
Judgment
Day
was
to
be
.
Milton
Edwards
was
real
nice
and
I
liked
him
but
I
did
n't
marry
him
.
For
one
thing
,
he
took
a
week
to
get
a
joke
through
his
head
,
and
for
another
he
never
asked
me
.
Horatio
Reeve
was
the
most
interesting
beau
I
ever
had
.
But
when
he
told
a
story
he
dressed
it
up
so
that
you
could
n't
see
it
for
frills
.
I
never
could
decide
whether
he
was
lying
or
just
letting
his
imagination
run
loose
.
"
"
And
what
about
the
others
,
Aunty
?
"
"
Go
away
and
unpack
,
"
said
Aunt
Jamesina
,
waving
Joseph
at
them
by
mistake
for
a
needle
.
"
The
others
were
too
nice
to
make
fun
of
.
I
shall
respect
their
memory
.
There
's
a
box
of
flowers
in
your
room
,
Anne
.
They
came
about
an
hour
ago
.
"
After
the
first
week
the
girls
of
Patty
's
Place
settled
down
to
a
steady
grind
of
study
;
for
this
was
their
last
year
at
Redmond
and
graduation
honors
must
be
fought
for
persistently
.
Anne
devoted
herself
to
English
,
Priscilla
pored
over
classics
,
and
Philippa
pounded
away
at
Mathematics
.
Sometimes
they
grew
tired
,
sometimes
they
felt
discouraged
,
sometimes
nothing
seemed
worth
the
struggle
for
it
.
In
one
such
mood
Stella
wandered
up
to
the
blue
room
one
rainy
November
evening
.
Anne
sat
on
the
floor
in
a
little
circle
of
light
cast
by
the
lamp
beside
her
,
amid
a
surrounding
snow
of
crumpled
manuscript
.
"
What
in
the
world
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Just
looking
over
some
old
Story
Club
yarns
.
I
wanted
something
to
cheer
AND
inebriate
.
I
'd
studied
until
the
world
seemed
azure
.
So
I
came
up
here
and
dug
these
out
of
my
trunk
.
They
are
so
drenched
in
tears
and
tragedy
that
they
are
excruciatingly
funny
.
"
"
I
'm
blue
and
discouraged
myself
,
"
said
Stella
,
throwing
herself
on
the
couch
.
"
Nothing
seems
worthwhile
.
My
very
thoughts
are
old
.
I
've
thought
them
all
before
.
What
is
the
use
of
living
after
all
,
Anne
?
"
"
Honey
,
it
's
just
brain
fag
that
makes
us
feel
that
way
,
and
the
weather
.
A
pouring
rainy
night
like
this
,
coming
after
a
hard
day
's
grind
,
would
squelch
any
one
but
a
Mark
Tapley
.
You
know
it
IS
worthwhile
to
live
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
suppose
so
.
But
I
ca
n't
prove
it
to
myself
just
now
.
"
"
Just
think
of
all
the
great
and
noble
souls
who
have
lived
and
worked
in
the
world
,
"
said
Anne
dreamily
.
"
Is
n't
it
worthwhile
to
come
after
them
and
inherit
what
they
won
and
taught
?
Is
n't
it
worthwhile
to
think
we
can
share
their
inspiration
?
And
then
,
all
the
great
souls
that
will
come
in
the
future
?
Is
n't
it
worthwhile
to
work
a
little
and
prepare
the
way
for
them
--
make
just
one
step
in
their
path
easier
?
"
