out of his big, soft, dog eyes—and then he just shivered and died. I shall miss him so.”
“Let me give you another dog, Leslie,” said Anne . “I’m getting a lovely Gordon setter for a Christmas present for Gilbert. Let me give you one too.”
Leslie shook her head.
“Not just now, thank you, Anne. I don’t feel like having another dog yet. I don’t seem to have any affection left for another. Perhaps—in time—I’ll let you give me one. I really need one as a kind of protection. But there was something almost human about Carlo—it wouldn’t be decent to fill his place too hurriedly, dear old fellow.”
Anne went to Avonlea a week before Christmas and stayed until after the holidays. Gilbert came up for her, and there was a glad New Year celebration at Green Gables, when Barrys and Blythes and Wrights assembled to devour a dinner which had cost Mrs. Rachel and Marilla much careful thought and preparation. When they went back to Four Winds the little house was almost drifted over, for the third storm of a winter that was to prove phenomenally stormy had whirled up the harbor and heaped huge snow mountains about everything it encountered. But Captain Jim had shovelled out doors and paths, and Miss Cornelia had come down and kindled the hearth-fire.
“It’s good to see you back, Anne, dearie! But did you ever see such drifts? You can’t see the Moore
