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John Blythe was a nice boy. We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my beau." Anne looked up with swift interest. "Oh, Marilla and what happened? why didn't you " "We had a quarrel. I wouldn't forgive him when he asked me to. I meant to, after awhile but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back the Blythes were all mighty independent.
"She's been different ever since those infernal Blythes were here," he reflected aloud, scowling as he watched her pass in the car several days after the departure of her guests. She went to the city nearly every day now, and seldom returned before dark. Somehow he felt that his grip was slipping. He was standing in front of the Tavern.
"No, of course not," said Faith indignantly. "Father would never do such a thing." "You don't know you're alive," said Mary with a sigh half of envy, half of superiority. "You don't know what I've come through. And I s'pose the Blythes were never licked either?" "No-o-o, I guess not. But I THINK they were sometimes spanked when they were small."
Faith flounced around to the veranda, where she found Una grieved in spirit because the Clow girls had not waved to her, either. "I suppose they're mad over something," said Faith. "Perhaps they're jealous because we play so much in Rainbow Valley with the Blythes. Well, just wait till school opens and Adella wants me to show her how to do her sums! We'll get square then.
After a time they varied the performance with a wedding, in which innumerable Dr Mellons were united to endless Lilly Blythes; but after the real wedding took place, and the cake had been utterly consumed, they returned to their first love Lost and Found, as they termed it or, the Gan-muver's Play. So, in course of time, the house over the way was actually taken and furnished.
It was plain that Mary had a temper and was sensitive on some points. But there was a queer, wild charm about her which captivated them all. She was taken to Rainbow Valley that afternoon and introduced to the Blythes as "a friend of ours from over-harbour who is visiting us." The Blythes accepted her unquestioningly, perhaps because she was fairly respectable now.
Aunt Martha was already in bed and the minister was still too deeply lost in speculations concerning the immortality of the soul to remember the mortality of the body. But they went home, too, with visions of good times coming in their heads. "I think Rainbow Valley is even nicer than the graveyard," said Una. "And I just love those dear Blythes.
"Both humor and passion were in his face, and that, together with the art of expression, was just what was necessary for the writing of such a book. As Mrs. Rachel would say, he was predestined for the part." Owen Ford wrote in the mornings. The afternoons were generally spent in some merry outing with the Blythes.
They knew Lida slightly, having met her once or twice the preceding summer when they had gone down the harbour with the Blythes. "Hello!" said Lida, "ain't this a fierce kind of a night? "T'ain't fit for a dog to be out, is it?" "Then why are you out?" asked Faith. "Pa made me bring you up some herring," returned Lida. She shivered, coughed, and stuck out her bare feet.
The Blythes had been so accustomed to regard Jack Frost as a member of the male sex that they could not get out of the habit. So they continually used the masculine pronoun, although the result was ludicrous. Visitors used to be quite electrified when Rilla referred casually to "Jack and his kitten," or told Goldie sternly, "Go to your mother and get him to wash your fur." "It is not decent, Mrs.
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