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A licking was all in the day's work with me. I was darn well used to it. Nope, I'd meant to run away for a week 'cause I'd found out that Mrs. Wiley was going to rent her farm and go to Lowbridge to live and give me to a cousin of hers up Charlottetown way. I wasn't going to stand for THAT. She was a worse sort than Mrs. Wiley even. Mrs.
"Our Junior R.C. goes on quite smoothly, in spite of the fact that Irene has come back to it having fallen out with the Lowbridge society, I understand. She gave me a sweet little jab last meeting about knowing me across the square in Charlottetown 'by my green velvet hat. Everybody knows me by that detestable and detested hat. This will be my fourth season for it.
"Do you really believe we'll win the war, Susan?" said Miss Oliver drearily. She had come over from Lowbridge to spend the day and see Walter and the girls before they went back to Redmond. She was in a rather blue and cynical mood and inclined to look on the dark side. "'Believe' we'll win the war!" exclaimed Susan. "No, Miss Oliver, dear, I do not believe I know. That does not worry me.
"Well, everybody who has been sick for the last six weeks has been waiting for him to come home and I don't blame them. When that over-harbour doctor married the undertaker's daughter at Lowbridge people felt suspicious of him. It didn't look well. You and the doctor must come down soon and tell us all about your trip. I suppose you've had a splendid time." "We had," agreed Anne.
And father was away and there was no doctor nearer than Lowbridge and we could not 'phone and neither horse nor man could get through the drifts that night. "Gallant little Jims put up a good fight for his life, Susan and I tried every remedy we could think of or find in father's books, but he continued to grow worse. It was heart-rending to see and hear him.
He shook hands with me before going on the platform, and said, "God bless you, John; you have been a true friend to me." In the first row in front of him was the former clergyman of Trevalga, Mr. Grand, who had lately been given the rich living of Lowbridge and one or two stately cathedral appointments.
Meredith and Rosemary wanted him to go right on to Redmond in the fall, but Carl has a very independent streak in him and means to earn part of his own way through college. He'll be all the better for it." "'Walter Blythe, who has been teaching for the past two years at Lowbridge, has resigned," read Susan. "'He intends going to Redmond this fall."
"They tell me they went to the Methodist Church at Lowbridge quite as often as to the Presbyterian. I haven't caught them at it here yet, but I would not approve of taking Mrs. Jamieson into the Sunday School. Yet we must not offend them. We are losing too many people, by death or bad temper. Mrs. Alec Davis has left the church, no one knows why.
In the filthy trenches of the Somme front, with the roar of the guns and the groans of stricken men for the music of Ned Burr's violin, and the flash of star shells for the silver sparkles on the old blue gulf. Two of them were sleeping under the Flanders poppies Alec Burr from the Upper Glen, and Clark Manley of Lowbridge. Others were wounded in the hospitals.
Dr. dear, if you will believe me, that poor agent had to back his car clean out to the Lowbridge road, nearly a mile, Whiskers following him every step, shaking his pitchfork and bellowing insults. Now, Mrs. Dr. dear, I call such conduct unreasonable; but all the same," added Susan, with a sigh, "what with aeroplanes and automobiles and all the rest of it, this Island is not what it used to be."
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