Anne rose betimes the next morning and blithely greeted the fresh day, when the banners of the sunrise were shaken triumphantly across the pearly skies. Green Gables lay in a pool of sunshine, flecked with the dancing shadows of poplar and willow. Beyond the land was Mr.
Harrison’s wheatfield, a great, windrippled expanse of pale gold. The world was so beautiful that Anne spent ten blissful minutes hanging idly over the garden gate drinking the loveliness in. After breakfast Marilla made ready for her journey.
Dora was to go with her, having been long promised this treat. 'Now, Davy, you try to be a good boy and don’t bother Anne,' she straitly charged him. 'If you are good I’ll bring you a striped candy cane from town.
' For alas, Marilla had stooped to the evil habit of bribing people to be good! 'I won’t be bad on purpose, but s’posen I’m bad zacksidentally? ' Davy wanted to know. 'You’ll have to guard against accidents,' admonished Marilla. 'Anne, if Mr.
Shearer comes today get a nice roast and some steak. If he doesn’t you’ll have to kill a fowl for dinner tomorrow. ' Anne nodded. 'I’m not going to bother cooking any dinner for just Davy and myself today,' she said.
'That cold ham bone will do for noon lunch and I’ll have some steak fried for you when you come home at night. ' 'I’m going to help Mr. Harrison haul dulse this morning,' announced Davy.
'He asked me to, and I guess he’ll ask me to dinner too. Mr. Harrison is an awful kind man. He’s a real sociable man. I hope I’ll be like him when I grow up. I mean behave like him .
I don’t want to look like him. But I guess there’s no danger, for