“I was tired and there had been something stopping my breath like, now and then, maybe it wasn’t the ball.”
“You were good not to tell on a fellow. I’ll never, never hurt you again, nor pinch you, nor be ugly to you. You’re so sweet, Marilla,” and he clasped his arms around her neck, kissing her.
CHAPTER XI
THE ARK OF LOVE
The glowing golden October weather had given place to several lowering days. Furnaces and grates were started up, and overcoats brought out, and pedestrians hurried along. Even children did not stop to play, for now a cold drizzle had set in.
It was very warm and cheery in Miss Armitage’s library. There was a fire in the grate, a pot of beautiful red carnations on one stand, a great vase of roses on the other, and a dainty tea table set out with Wedgewood. Thursday afternoon she was always at home. From some cause there had been very few in. Jane came and put two big lumps of cannel coal on the fire and said a few words, then went to answer the ring at the door; it was Dr. Richards.
“I’m glad to see you,” she said. “Will you please light a burner or two?”
“Oh, no, let us sit in this mysterious light and watch the blaze leaping over and around 213 those black hillocks. Have you been busy today?”