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Feminine Avonlea took its revenge by the grewsome tales it related about his housekeeping and cooking.

purple with rage and his prominent blue eyes almost sticking out of his head, Anne thought he was really the ugliest person she had ever seen.

"I'd rather have red hair than none at all, except a little fringe round my ears,"

"I can make allowance for you, Mr. Harrison, because I have an imagination. I can easily imagine how very trying it must be to find a cow in your oats

wouldn't it be nice to have them all cleared out, and just leave the two or three birch trees that are on it?"

"Splendid," agreed Anne gaily. "And have a rustic seat put under the birches. And when spring comes we'll have a flower-bed made in the middle of it and plant geraniums."

Well, it has taught me a lesson not to give my word of honour about cows.

Martin has never come back yet. Perhaps some more of his aunts have died. I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper and she said to Mr. Sloane, 'I see here that
another octogenarian has just died. What is an octo-genarian, Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know, but they must be very sickly creatures, for you never heard tell of them but they were dying. That's the way with Martin's aunts."

"Martin's just like all the rest of those French," said Marilla in disgust. "You can't depend on them for a day."

"I know now just how people feel who are being led to execution."

TO MY FORMER TEACHER,

Pattie Gordon Smttb,

IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF HER SYMPATHY AND ENCOURAGEMENT

"Who? Mrs. Lynde? Don't you tell me I'm like that old gossip,"