much anyhow. But we couldent fix up the stewpan. Marilla had to throw it out.
Thanksgiving was last week. There was no school and we had a great dinner. I et
mince pie and rost turkey and frut cake and donuts and cheese and jam and
choklut cake. Marilla said I’d die but I dident. Dora had earake after it, only it
wasent in her ears it was in her stummick. I dident have earake anywhere.
“Our new teacher is a man. He does things for jokes. Last week he made all us
third-class boys write a composishun on what kind of a wife we’d like to have
and the girls on what kind of a husband. He laughed fit to kill when he read
them. This was mine. I thought youd like to see it.
“‘The kind of a wife I’d like to Have.
“‘She must have good manners and get my meals on time and do what I tell
her and always be very polite to me. She must be fifteen yers old. She must be
good to the poor and keep her house tidy and be good tempered and go to church
regularly. She must be very handsome and have curly hair. If I get a wife that is
just what I like Ill be an awful good husband to her. I think a woman ought to be
awful good to her husband. Some poor women haven’t any husbands.
“‘THE END.’”
“I was at Mrs. Isaac Wrights funeral at White Sands last week. The husband
of the corpse felt real sorry. Mrs. Lynde says Mrs. Wrights grandfather stole a
sheep but Marilla says we mustent speak ill of the dead. Why mustent we, Anne?
I want to know. It’s pretty safe, ain’t it?
“Mrs. Lynde was awful mad the other day because I asked her if she was alive
in Noah’s time. I dident mean to hurt her feelings. I just wanted to know. Was
she, Anne?
“Mr. Harrison wanted to get rid of his dog. So he hunged him once but he
come to life and scooted for the barn while Mr. Harrison was digging the grave,
so he hunged him again and he stayed dead that time. Mr. Harrison has a new
man working for him. He’s awful okward. Mr. Harrison says he is left handed in
both his feet. Mr. Barry’s hired man is lazy. Mrs. Barry says that but Mr. Barry
says he aint lazy exactly only he thinks it easier to pray for things than to work
for them.
“Mrs. Harmon Andrews prize pig that she talked so much of died in a fit. Mrs.
Lynde says it was a judgment on her for pride. But I think it was hard on the pig.
Milty Boulter has been sick. The doctor gave him medicine and it tasted horrid. I
offered to take it for him for a quarter but the Boulters are so mean. Milty says
he’d rather take it himself and save his money. I asked Mrs. Boulter how a
person would go about catching a man and she got awful mad and said she