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<h2> Chapter XVII </h2>
<h3> A Letter from Davy </h3>
<p>"It's beginning to snow, girls," said Phil, coming in one November
evening, "and there are the loveliest little stars and crosses all over
the garden walk. I never noticed before what exquisite things snowflakes
really are. One has time to notice things like that in the simple life.
Bless you all for permitting me to live it. It's really delightful to feel
worried because butter has gone up five cents a pound."</p>
<p>"Has it?" demanded Stella, who kept the household accounts.</p>
<p>"It has—and here's your butter. I'm getting quite expert at
marketing. It's better fun than flirting," concluded Phil gravely.</p>
<p>"Everything is going up scandalously," sighed Stella.</p>
<p>"Never mind. Thank goodness air and salvation are still free," said Aunt
Jamesina.</p>
<p>"And so is laughter," added Anne. "There's no tax on it yet and that is
well, because you're all going to laugh presently. I'm going to read you
Davy's letter. His spelling has improved immensely this past year, though
he is not strong on apostrophes, and he certainly possesses the gift of
writing an interesting letter. Listen and laugh, before we settle down to
the evening's study-grind."</p>
<p>"Dear Anne," ran Davy's letter, "I take my pen to tell you that we are all
pretty well and hope this will find you the same. It's snowing some today
and Marilla says the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is
the old woman in the sky God's wife, Anne? I want to know.</p>
<p>"Mrs. Lynde has been real sick but she is better now. She fell down the
cellar stairs last week. When she fell she grabbed hold of the shelf with
all the milk pails and stewpans on it, and it gave way and went down with
her and made a splendid crash. Marilla thought it was an earthquake at
first.</p>
<p>"One of the stewpans was all dinged up and Mrs. Lynde straned her ribs.
The doctor came and gave her medicine to rub on her ribs but she didn't
under stand him and took it all inside instead. The doctor said it was a
wonder it dident kill her but it dident and it cured her ribs and Mrs.
Lynde says doctors dont know 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.</p>
<p>"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.</p>
<p>"'The kind of a wife I'd like to Have.</p>
<p>"'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.</p>
<p>"'THE END.'"</p>
<p>"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?</p>
<p>"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?</p>
<p>"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.</p>
<p>"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 dident know, shed never chased men.</p>
<p>"The A.V.I.S. is going to paint the hall again. They're tired of having it
blue.</p>
<p>"The new minister was here to tea last night. He took three pieces of pie.
If I did that Mrs. Lynde would call me piggy. And he et fast and took big
bites and Marilla is always telling me not to do that. Why can ministers
do what boys can't? I want to know.</p>
<p>"I haven't any more news. Here are six kisses. xxxxxx. Dora sends one.
Heres hers. x.</p>
<p>"Your loving friend DAVID KEITH"</p>
<p>"P.S. Anne, who was the devils father? I want to know."</p>
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