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"
Well
,
I
suppose
you
'll
keep
on
writing
them
,
"
he
said
encouragingly
.
"
No
,
I
shall
never
try
to
write
a
story
again
,
"
declared
Anne
,
with
the
hopeless
finality
of
nineteen
when
a
door
is
shut
in
its
face
.
"
I
would
n't
give
up
altogether
,
"
said
Mr.
Harrison
reflectively
.
"
I
'd
write
a
story
once
in
a
while
,
but
I
would
n't
pester
editors
with
it
.
I
'd
write
of
people
and
places
like
I
knew
,
and
I
'd
make
my
characters
talk
everyday
English
;
and
I
'd
let
the
sun
rise
and
set
in
the
usual
quiet
way
without
much
fuss
over
the
fact
.
If
I
had
to
have
villains
at
all
,
I
'd
give
them
a
chance
,
Anne
--
I
'd
give
them
a
chance
.
There
are
some
terrible
bad
men
in
the
world
,
I
suppose
,
but
you
'd
have
to
go
a
long
piece
to
find
them
--
though
Mrs.
Lynde
believes
we
're
all
bad
.
But
most
of
us
have
got
a
little
decency
somewhere
in
us
.
Keep
on
writing
,
Anne
.
"
"
No
.
It
was
very
foolish
of
me
to
attempt
it
.
When
I
'm
through
Redmond
I
'll
stick
to
teaching
.
I
can
teach
.
I
ca
n't
write
stories
.
"
"
It
'll
be
time
for
you
to
be
getting
a
husband
when
you
're
through
Redmond
,
"
said
Mr.
Harrison
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
in
putting
marrying
off
too
long
--
like
I
did
.
"
Anne
got
up
and
marched
home
.
There
were
times
when
Mr.
Harrison
was
really
intolerable
.
"
Pitching
,
"
"
mooning
,
"
and
"
getting
a
husband
.
"
Ow
!!
Davy
and
Dora
were
ready
for
Sunday
School
.
They
were
going
alone
,
which
did
not
often
happen
,
for
Mrs.
Lynde
always
attended
Sunday
School
.
But
Mrs.
Lynde
had
twisted
her
ankle
and
was
lame
,
so
she
was
staying
home
this
morning
.
The
twins
were
also
to
represent
the
family
at
church
,
for
Anne
had
gone
away
the
evening
before
to
spend
Sunday
with
friends
in
Carmody
,
and
Marilla
had
one
of
her
headaches
.
Davy
came
downstairs
slowly
.
Dora
was
waiting
in
the
hall
for
him
,
having
been
made
ready
by
Mrs.
Lynde
.
Davy
had
attended
to
his
own
preparations
.
He
had
a
cent
in
his
pocket
for
the
Sunday
School
collection
,
and
a
five-cent
piece
for
the
church
collection
;
he
carried
his
Bible
in
one
hand
and
his
Sunday
School
quarterly
in
the
other
;
he
knew
his
lesson
and
his
Golden
Text
and
his
catechism
question
perfectly
.
Had
he
not
studied
them
--
perforce
--
in
Mrs.
Lynde
's
kitchen
,
all
last
Sunday
afternoon
?
Davy
,
therefore
,
should
have
been
in
a
placid
frame
of
mind
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
despite
text
and
catechism
,
he
was
inwardly
as
a
ravening
wolf
.
Mrs.
Lynde
limped
out
of
her
kitchen
as
he
joined
Dora
.
"
Are
you
clean
?
"
she
demanded
severely
.
