“Splendid!” said Anne delightedly. “I’ve been hoping you would do that very thing, Miss Cornelia. I want that poor child to get a good home. I was a homeless little orphan just like her once.”
“I don’t think this Mary-creature is or ever will be much like you,” retorted Miss Cornelia gloomily. “She’s a cat of another colour. But she’s also a human being with an immortal soul to save. I’ve got a shorter catechism and a small tooth comb and I’m going to do my duty by her, now that I’ve set my hand to the plough, believe me.”
Mary received the news with chastened satisfaction.
“It’s better luck than I expected,” she said.
“You’ll have to mind your p’s and q’s with Mrs. Elliott,” said Nan.
“Well, I can do that,” flashed Mary. “I know how to behave when I want to just as well as you, Nan Blythe.”
“You mustn’t use bad words, you know, Mary,” said Una anxiously.
“I s’pose she’d die of horror if I did,” grinned Mary, her white eyes shining with unholy glee over the idea. “But you needn’t worry, Una. Butter won’t melt in my mouth after this. I’ll be all prunes and prisms.”
“Nor tell lies,” added Faith.
“Not even to get off from a whipping?” pleaded Mary.