Chapter 9 - (VERSO)
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“I haven’t anything new, I’m afraid,” said Old Man Shaw, rather ruefully.
Sara clapped her hands.
“Oh, I’m so glad. Come—there are four hours yet before sunset, and I want to cram into them all I’ve missed out of these three years. Let us begin right here with the garden. Oh, daddy, by what witchcraft have you coaxed the sulky rosebush into bloom?”
“No witchcraft at all—it just bloomed because you were coming home, baby,” said her father.
They had a glorious afternoon of it, those two children. They explored
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Old Man Shaw's Girl." In Further Chronicles of Avonlea there a few edits and an additional passage between these first paragraphs:
"And there ain't much in the house, I’m afraid. I was going to bake to-morrow morning. But I guess I can forage you out something, darling."
He was sorely repenting having given Mrs. Blewett’s doughnuts to the pigs, but Sara brushed all such considerations aside with a wave of her hand.
"I don't want anything to eat just now. By and by we'll have a snack; just as we used to get up for ourselves whenever we felt hungry. Don't you remember how scandalized White Sands folks used to be at our irregular hours? I'm hungry; but it's soul hunger, for a glimpse of all the dear old rooms and places. Come—there are four hours yet before sunset, and I want to cram into them all I've missed out of these three years..."