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XVII. A Letter from Davy
"It's beginning to snow, girls," said Phil, coming in one November evening, "and there
are the loveliest little stars and crosses all over the garden walk. I never noticed before
what exquisite things snowflakes really are. One has time to notice things like that in the
simple life. Bless you all for permitting me to live it. It's really delightful to feel worried
because butter has gone up five cents a pound."
"Has it?" demanded Stella, who kept the household accounts.
"It has--and here's your butter. I'm getting quite expert at marketing. It's better fun than
flirting," concluded Phil gravely.
"Everything is going up scandalously," sighed Stella.
"Never mind. Thank goodness air and salvation are still free," said Aunt Jamesina.
"And so is laughter," added Anne. "There's no tax on it yet and that is well, because
you're all going to laugh presently. I'm going to read you Davy's letter. His spelling has
improved immensely this past year, though he is not strong on apostrophes, and he
certainly possesses the gift of writing an interesting letter. Listen and laugh, before we
settle down to the evening's study-grind."
"Dear Anne," ran Davy's letter, "I take my pen to tell you that we are all pretty well and
hope this will find you the same. It's snowing some today and Marilla says the old
woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is the old woman in the sky God's wife,
Anne? I want to know.
"Mrs. Lynde has been real sick but she is better now. She fell down the cellar stairs last
week. When she fell she grabbed hold of the shelf with all the milk pails and stewpans
on it, and it gave way and went down with her and made a splendid crash. Marilla
thought it was an earthquake at first.
"One of the stewpans was all dinged up and Mrs. Lynde straned her ribs. The doctor
came and gave her medicine to rub on her ribs but she didn't under stand him and took
it all inside instead. The doctor said it was a wonder it dident kill her but it dident and it
cured her ribs and Mrs. Lynde says doctors dont know much anyhow. But we couldent
fix up the stewpan. Marilla had to throw it out. Thanksgiving was last week. There was
no school and we had a great dinner. I et mince pie and rost turkey and frut cake and
donuts and cheese and jam and choklut cake. Marilla said I'd die but I dident. Dora had
earake after it, only it wasent in her ears it was in her stummick. I dident have earake