Anne rose betimes the next morning and blithely greeted the fresh day, when the banners of the sunrise were shaken triumphantly across the pearly skies. Green Gables lay in a pool of sunshine, flecked with the dancing shadows of poplar and willow. Beyond the lane was Mr. Harrison’s wheat-field, a great, wind-rippled expanse of pale gold. The world was so beautiful that Anne spent ten blissful minutes hanging idly over the garden gate drinking the loveliness in.
After breakfast Marilla made ready for her journey. Dora was to go with her, having been long promised this treat.
“Now, Davy, you try to be a good boy and don’t bother Anne,” she straitly charged him. “If you are good I’ll bring you a striped candy cane from town.”
For alas, Marilla had stooped to the evil habit of bribing people to be good!
“I won’t be bad on purpose, but s’posen I’m bad zacksidentally?” Davy wanted to know.
“You’ll have to guard against accidents,” admonished Marilla. “Anne, if Mr. Shearer comes to-day
