"You simply must not let anything happen to her. It
will do you good to have a little responsibility. And you will
have a chance to find out what an adorable creature Fatima really
is. Well, that is all settled. I'll send Fatima out to-morrow."
"You can take care of that horrid Fatima beast yourself," said
Ismay, when the door closed behind Aunt Cynthia. "I won't touch
her with a yard-stick. You had no business to say we'd take
her."
"Did I say we would take her?" I demanded, crossly. "Aunt
Cynthia took our consent for granted. And you know, as well as I
do, we couldn't have refused. So what is the use of being
grouchy?"
"If anything happens to her Aunt Cynthia will hold us
responsible," said Ismay darkly.
"Do you think Anne Shirley is really engaged to Gilbert Blythe?"
I asked curiously.
"I've heard that she was," said Ismay, absently. "Does she eat
anything but milk? Will it do to give her mice?"
"Oh, I guess so. But do you think Max has really fallen in love
with her?"
"I dare say. What a relief it will be for you if he has."
"Oh, of course," I said, frostily. "Anne Shirley or Anne Anybody
Else, is perfectly welcome to Max if she wants him. _I_
certainly do not. Ismay Meade, if that stove doesn't stop
smoking I shall fly into bits. This is a detestable day. I hate
that creature!"
"Oh, you shouldn't talk like that, when you don't even know her,"
protested Ismay.
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