aduated and
Patty's Place will be out of the question. But there! I'm not going to
be a coward. I'm thankful I can earn my way through if necessary."

"Here's Mr. Harrison wading up the lane," announced Davy, running out.
"I hope he's brought the mail. It's three days since we got it. I want
to see what them pesky Grits are doing. I'm a Conservative, Anne. And I
tell you, you have to keep your eye on them Grits."

Mr. Harrison had brought the mail, and merry letters from Stella and
Priscilla and Phil soon dissipated Anne's blues. Aunt Jamesina, too, had
written, saying that she was keeping the hearth-fire alight, and that
the cats were all well, and the house plants doing fine.

"The weather has been real cold," she wrote, "so I let the cats sleep
in the house--Rusty and Joseph on the sofa in the living-room, and the
Sarah-cat on the foot of my bed. It's real company to hear her purring
when I wake up in the night and think of my poor daughter in the foreign
field. If it was anywhere but in India I wouldn't worry, but they say
the snakes out there are terrible. It takes all the Sarah-cats's purring
to drive away the thought of those snakes. I have enough faith for
everything but the snakes. I can't think why Providence ever made them.
Sometimes I don't think He did. I'm inclined to believe the Old Harry
had a hand in making THEM."

Anne had left a thin, typewritten communication till the last, thinking
it unimportant. When she had read it she sat very still, with tears in
her eyes.

"What is the matter, Anne?" asked Marilla.

"Miss Josephine Barry is dead," said Anne, in a low tone.

"So she has gone at last," said Marilla. "Well, she has been sick for
over a year, and the Barrys have been expecting to hear of her death any
time. It is well she is at rest for she has suffered dreadfully, Anne.
She was always kind to you."

"She has been kind to the last, Marilla. This letter is from her lawyer.
She has left me a thousand dollars in her will."

"Gracious, ain't that an awful lot of money," exclaimed Davy. "She's
the woman you and Diana lit on when you jumped into the spare room bed,
ain't she? Diana told me that story. Is that why she left you so much?"

"Hush, Davy," said Anne gently. She slipped away to the porch gable with
a full heart, leaving Marilla and Mrs. Lynde to talk over the news to
their hearts' content.

"Do you s'pose Anne will ever get married now?" speculated Davy
anxiously. "When Dorcas Slo