look after.
I don t feel as if I wanted any more children to look after than I ve
got at present. _You re_ problem enough in all conscience. What s to be
done with you I don t know. Matthew is a most ridiculous man.
I think he s lovely, said Anne reproachfully. He is so very
sympathetic. He didn t mind how much I talked--he seemed to like it. I
felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as ever I saw him.
You re both queer enough, if that s what you mean by kindred spirits,
said Marilla with a sniff. Yes, you may wash the dishes. Take plenty of
hot water, and be sure you dry them well. I ve got enough to attend to
this morning for I ll have to drive over to White Sands in the afternoon
and see Mrs. Spencer. You ll come with me and we ll settle what s to be
done with you. After you ve finished the dishes go up-stairs and make
your bed.
Anne washed the dishes deftly enough, as Marilla, who kept a sharp eye
on the process, discerned. Later on she made her bed less successfully,
for she had never learned the art of wrestling with a feather tick.
But it was done somehow and smoothed down; and then Marilla, to get
rid of her, told her she might go out-of-doors and amuse herself until
dinnertime.
Anne flew to the door, face alight, eyes glowing. On the very threshold
she stopped short, wheeled about, came back and sat down by the table,
light and glow as effectually blotted out as if some one had clapped an
extinguisher on her.
What s the matter now? demanded Marilla.
I don t dare go out, said Anne, in the tone of a martyr relinquishing
all earthly joys. If I can t stay here there is no use in my loving
Green Gables. And if I go out there and get acquainted with all those
trees and flowers and the orchard and the brook I ll not be able to help
loving it. It s hard enough now, so I won t make it any harder. I want
to go out so much--everything seems to be calling to me, Anne, Anne,
come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want a playmate --but it s better not.
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is
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