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My name is Skinner Amelia Skinner。〃
Anne was eventually tucked in； exchanging amused smiles with herself
during the process。
〃Jog along； black mare；〃 commanded Mrs。 Skinner； gathering up the
reins in her pudgy hands。 〃This is my first trip on the mail rowte。
Thomas wanted to hoe his turnips today so he asked me to come。
So I jest sot down and took a standing…up snack and started。
I sorter like it。 O' course it's rather tejus。 Part of the
time I sits and thinks and the rest I jest sits。 Jog along；
black mare。 I want to git home airly。 Thomas is terrible
lonesome when I'm away。 You see； we haven't been married very long。〃
〃Oh！〃 said Anne politely。
〃Just a month。 Thomas courted me for quite a spell； though。 It
was real romantic。〃 Anne tried to picture Mrs。 Skinner on
speaking terms with romance and failed。
〃Oh？〃 she said again。
〃Yes。 Y'see； there was another man after me。 Jog along； black mare。
I'd been a widder so long folks had given up expecting me to marry again。
But when my darter she's a schoolma'am like you went out West to
teach I felt real lonesome and wasn't nowise sot against the idea。
Bime…by Thomas began to come up and so did the other feller
William Obadiah Seaman； his name was。 For a long time I couldn't
make up my mind which of them to take； and they kep' coming and coming；
and I kep' worrying。 Y'see； W。O。 was rich he had a fine place and
carried considerable style。 He was by far the best match。 Jog along；
black mare。〃
〃Why didn't you marry him？〃 asked Anne。
〃Well； y'see； he didn't love me；〃 answered Mrs。 Skinner； solemnly。
Anne opened her eyes widely and looked at Mrs。 Skinner。 But there was
not a glint of humor on that lady's face。 Evidently Mrs。 Skinner saw
nothing amusing in her own case。
〃He'd been a widder…man for three yers； and his sister kept house for him。
Then she got married and he just wanted some one to look after his house。
It was worth looking after； too； mind you that。 It's a handsome house。
Jog along； black mare。 As for Thomas； he was poor； and if his house
didn't leak in dry weather it was about all that could be said for it；
though it looks kind of pictureaskew。 But； y'see； I loved Thomas； and
I didn't care one red cent for W。O。 So I argued it out with myself。
‘Sarah Crowe；' say I my first was a Crowe ‘you can marry
your rich man if you like but you won't be happy。 Folks can't
get along together in this world without a little bit of love。
You'd just better tie up to Thomas； for he loves you and you love
him and nothing else ain't going to do you。' Jog along； black mare。
So I told Thomas I'd take him。 All the time I was getting ready
I never dared drive past W。O。's place for fear the sight of that
fine house of his would put me in the swithers again。 But now I
never think of it at all； and I'm just that comfortable and happy
with Thomas。 Jog along； black mare。〃
〃How did William Obadiah take it？〃 queried Anne。
〃Oh； he rumpussed a bit。 But he's going to see a skinny old maid
in Millersville now； and I guess she'll take him fast enough。
She'll make him a better wife than his first did。 W。O。 never
wanted to marry her。 He just asked her to marry him 'cause his
father wanted him to； never dreaming but that she'd say ‘no。'
But mind you； she said 'yes。' There was a predicament for you。
Jog along； black mare。 She was a great housekeeper； but most
awful mean。 She wore the same bonnet for eighteen years。 Then she
got a new one and W。O。 met her on the road and didn't know her。
Jog along； black mare。 I feel that I'd a narrer escape。 I might
have married him and been most awful miserable； like my poor
cousin； Jane Ann。 Jane Ann married a rich man she didn't care
anything about； and she hasn't the life of a dog。 She come to
see me last week and says； says she； ‘Sarah Skinner； I envy you。
I'd rather live in a little hut on the side of the road with a
man I was fond of than in my big house with the one I've got。'
Jane Ann's man ain't such a bad sort； nuther； though he's so
contrary that he wears his fur coat when the thermometer's
at ninety。 The only way to git him to do anything is to coax
him to do the opposite。 But there ain't any love to smooth
things down and it's a poor way of living。 Jog along； black mare。
There's Janet's place in the hollow ‘Wayside；' she calls it。
Quite pictureaskew； ain't it？ I guess you'll be glad to git
out of this； with all them mail bags jamming round you。〃
〃Yes； but I have enjoyed my drive with you very much；〃 said
Anne sincerely。
〃Git away now！〃 said Mrs。 Skinner； highly flattered。 〃Wait till
I tell Thomas that。 He always feels dretful tickled when I git
a compliment。 Jog along； black mare。 Well； here we are。 I hope
you'll git on well in the school； miss。 There's a short cut to
it through the ma'sh back of Janet's。 If you take that way be
awful keerful。 If you once got stuck in that black mud you'd be
sucked right down and never seen or heard tell of again till the
day of judgment； like Adam Palmer's cow。 Jog along； black mare。〃
Chapter XXXI
Anne to Philippa
〃Anne Shirley to Philippa Gordon； greeting。
〃Well…beloved； it's high time I was writing you。 Here am I；
installed once more as a country ‘schoolma'am' at Valley Road；
boarding at ‘Wayside；' the home of Miss Janet Sweet。 Janet is a
dear soul and very nicelooking； tall； but not over…tall； stoutish；
yet with a certain restraint of outline suggestive of a thrifty
soul who is not going to be overlavish even in the matter of
avoirdupois。 She has a knot of soft； crimpy； brown hair with
a thread of gray in it； a sunny face with rosy cheeks； and big；
kind eyes as blue as forget…me…nots。 Moreover； she is one of those
delightful； old…fashioned cooks who don't care a bit if they ruin
your digestion as long as they can give you feasts of fat things。
〃I like her； and she likes me principally； it seems； because
she had a sister named Anne who died young。
〃‘I'm real glad to see you；' she said briskly； when I landed in her yard。
‘My； you don't look a mite like I expected。 I was sure you'd be dark
my sister Anne was dark。 And here you're redheaded！'
〃For a few minutes I thought I wasn't going to like Janet as much
as I had expected at first sight。 Then I reminded myself that I
really must be more sensible than to be prejudiced against any
one simply because she called my hair red。 Probably the word
‘auburn' was not in Janet's vocabulary at all。
〃‘Wayside' is a dear sort of little spot。 The house is small
and white； set down in a delightful little hollow that drops
away from the road。 Between road and house is an orchard and
flower…garden all mixed up together。 The front door walk is
bordered with quahog clam…shells ‘cow…hawks；' Janet calls them；
there is Virginia Creeper over the porch and moss on the roof。
My room is a neat little spot ‘off the parlor' just big
enough for the bed and me。 Over the head of my bed there is a
picture of Robby Burns standing at Highland Mary's grave；
shadowed by an enormous weeping willow tree。 Robby's face is
so lugubrious that it is no wonder I have bad dreams。 Why； the
first night I was here I dreamed I COULDN'T LAUGH。
〃The parlor is tiny and neat。 Its one window is so shaded by a
huge willow that the room has a grotto…like effect of emerald gloom。
There are wonderful tidies on the chairs； and gay mats on the floor；
and books and cards carefully arranged on a round table； and vases
of dried grass on the mantel…piece。 Between the vases is a cheerful
decoration of preserved coffin plates five in all； pertaining
respectively to Janet's father and mother； a brother； her sister Anne；
and a hired man who died here once！ If I go suddenly insane some of
these days ‘know all men by these presents' that those coffin…plates
have caused it。
〃But it's all delightful and I said so。 Janet loved me for it；
just as she detested poor Esther because Esther had said so much
shade was unhygienic and had objected to sleeping on a feather bed。
Now； I glory in feather…beds； and the more unhygienic and feathery
they are the more I glory。 Janet says it is such a comfort to see
me eat； she had been so afraid I would be like Miss Haythorne； who
wouldn't eat anything but fruit and hot water for breakfast and tried
to make Janet give up frying things。 Esther is really a dear girl；
but she is rather given to fads。 The trouble is that she hasn't
enough imagination and HAS a tendency to indigestion。
〃Janet told me I could have the use of the parlor when any young
men called！ I don't think there are many to call。 I haven't
seen a young man in Valley Road yet； except the next…door
hired boy Sam Toliver； a very tall； lank； tow…haired youth。
He came over one evening recently and sat for an hour on the
garden fence； near the front porch w