there's nothing of the
kindred spirit about HIM."

Anne had always a weather eye open for kindred spirits.

Marilla Cuthbert was driving into the yard as Anne returned from the
house, and the latter flew to get tea ready. They discussed the matter
at the tea table.

"I'll be glad when the auction is over," said Marilla. "It is too much
responsibility having so much stock about the place and nobody but that
unreliable Martin to look after them. He has never come back yet and he
promised that he would certainly be back last night if I'd give him the
day off to go to his aunt's funeral. I don't know how many aunts he has
got, I am sure. That's the fourth that's died since he hired here a year
ago. I'll be more than thankful when the crop is in and Mr. Barry takes
over the farm. We'll have to keep Dolly shut up in the pen till Martin
comes, for she must be put in the back pasture and the fences there have
to be fixed. I declare, it is a world of trouble, as Rachel says. Here's
poor Mary Keith dying and what is to become of those two children of
hers is more than I know. She has a brother in British Columbia and she
has written to him about them, but she hasn't heard from him yet."

"What are the children like? How old are they?"

"Six past . . . they're twins."

"Oh, I've always been especially interested in twins ever since Mrs.
Hammond had so many," said Anne eagerly. "Are they pretty?"

"Goodness, you couldn't tell . . . they were too dirty. Davy had been
out making mud pies and Dora went out to call him in. Davy pushed her
headfirst into the biggest pie and then, because she cried, he got into
it himself and wallowed in it to show her it was nothing to cry about.
Mary said Dora was really a very good child but that Davy was full of
mischief. He has never had any bringing up you might say. His father
died when he was a baby and Mary has been sick almost ever since."

"I'm always sorry for children that have no bringing up," said Anne
soberly. "You know _I_ hadn't any till you took me in hand. I hope their
uncle will look after them. Just what relation is Mrs. Keith to you?"

"Mary? None in the world. It was her husband . . . he was our third
cousin. There's Mrs. Lynde coming through the yard. I thought she'd be
up to hear about Mary."

"Don't tell her about Mr. Harrison and the cow," implored Anne.

Marilla promised; but the promise was quite unnecessary, for Mrs. Lynde
was no sooner fairly seated than she s