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would have been a cross. Well, my mother was a teacher in the High school, too, but when she married father she gave up teaching, of course. A husband was enough responsibility. Mrs. Thomas said that they were a pair of babies and as poor as church mice. They went to live in a weeny-teeny little yellow house in Bolingbroke. Iā€™ve never seen that house, but Iā€™ve imagined it thousands of times. I think it must have had honeysuckle over the parlor window and lilacs in the front yard and lilies of the valley just inside the gate. Yes, and muslin curtains in all the windows. Muslin curtains give a house such an air. I was born in that house. Mrs. Thomas said I was the homeliest baby she ever saw, I was so scrawny and tiny and nothing but eyes, but that mother thought I was perfectly beautiful. I should think a mother would be a better judge than a poor woman who came in to scrub, wouldnā€™t you? Iā€™m glad she was satisfied with me anyhow, I would feel so sad if I thought I was a disappointment to herā ā€”because she didnā€™t live very long after that, you see. She died of fever when I was just three months old. I do wish sheā€™d lived long enough for me to remember calling her mother. I think it would be so sweet to say ā€˜mother,ā€™ donā€™t you? And father died four days afterwards from fever too. That left me an orphan and folks were at their witsā€™ end, so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me. You see, nobody wanted me even then. It seems to be my fate. Father and mother had both come from places far away and it was well known they hadnā€™t any relatives living. Finally Mrs. Thomas said sheā€™d take me, though she was poor and had a drunken husband. She brought me up by hand. Do you know if there is anything in being brought up by hand that ought to make people who are brought up that way better than other people? Because whenever I was naughty Mrs. Thomas would ask me how I could be such a bad girl when she had brought me up by handā ā€”reproachful-like.

ā€œMr. and Mrs. Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville, and I lived with them until I was eight years old. I helped look after the Thomas childrenā ā€”there were four of them younger than meā ā€”and I can tell you they took a lot of looking after. Then Mr. Thomas was killed falling under a train and his mother offered to take Mrs. Thomas and the children, but she didnā€™t want me. Mrs. Thomas was at her witsā€™ end, so she said, what to do with me. Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river came down and said sheā€™d take me, seeing I was handy with children, and I went up the river to live with her in a little clearing among the stumps. It was a very lonesome place. Iā€™m sure I could never have lived there if I hadnā€™t had an imagination. Mr. Hammond worked a little sawmill up there, and Mrs. Hammond had eight children. She had twins three times. I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is too much. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came. I used to get so dreadfully tired carrying them about.

ā€œI lived up river with Mrs. Hammond over two years, and then Mr. Hammond died and Mrs. Hammond broke up housekeeping. She divided her children among her relatives and went to the States. I had to go to the asylum at Hopeton, because nobody would take me. They didnā€™t want me at the asylum, either; they said they were overcrowded as it was. But they had to take me and I was there four months until Mrs. Spencer came.ā€

Anne finished up with another sigh, of relief this time. Evidently she did not like talking about her experiences in a world that had not wanted her.

ā€œDid you ever go to school?ā€ demanded Marilla, turning the sorrel mare down the shore road.

ā€œNot a great deal. I went a little the last year I stayed with Mrs. Thomas. When I went up river we were so far from a school that I couldnā€™t walk it in winter and there was a vacation in summer, so I could only go in the spring and fall. But of course I went while I was at the asylum. I can read pretty well and I know ever so many pieces of poetry off by heartā ā€”ā€˜The Battle of Hohenlindenā€™ and ā€˜Edinburgh after Flodden,ā€™ and ā€˜Bingen of the Rhine,ā€™ and most of the ā€˜Lady of the Lakeā€™ and most of ā€˜The Seasonsā€™ by James Thompson. Donā€™t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back? There is a piece in the Fifth Readerā ā€”ā€˜The Downfall of Polandā€™ā ā€”that is just full of thrills. Of course, I wasnā€™t in the Fifth Readerā ā€”I was only in the Fourthā ā€”but the big girls used to lend me theirs to read.ā€

ā€œWere those womenā ā€”Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammondā ā€”good to you?ā€ asked Marilla, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye.

ā€œO-o-o-h,ā€ faltered Anne. Her sensitive little face suddenly flushed scarlet and embarrassment sat on her brow. ā€œOh, they meant to beā ā€”I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible. And when people mean to be good to you, you donā€™t mind very much when theyā€™re not quiteā ā€”always. They had a good deal to worry them, you know. Itā€™s a very trying to have a drunken husband, you see; and it must be very trying to have twins three times in succession, donā€™t you think? But I feel sure they meant to be good to me.ā€

Marilla asked no more questions. Anne gave herself up to a silent rapture over the shore road and Marilla guided the sorrel abstractedly while she pondered deeply. Pity was suddenly stirring in her heart for the child. What a starved, unloved life she had hadā ā€”a life of drudgery and poverty

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