Mr. Leavitt had to give in, for
the Douglases paid half his salary, so Fiske departed,
and we had to depend on our Bibles once more for
instructions on how to get to heaven. After he was
gone Mr. Leavitt found out he was just a masquerading
Methodist, and he felt pretty sick, believe ME. Mr.
Leavitt fell short in some ways, but he was a good,
sound Presbyterian."
"By the way, I had a letter from Mr. Ford yesterday,"
said Anne. "He asked me to remember him kindly to
you."
"I don't want his remembrances," said Miss Cornelia,
curtly.
"Why?" said Anne, in astonishment. "I thought you
liked him."
"Well, so I did, in a kind of way. But I'll never
forgive him for what he done to Leslie. There's that
poor child eating her heart out about him--as if she
hadn't had trouble enough--and him ranting round
Toronto, I've no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever.
Just like a man."
"Oh, Miss Cornelia, how did you find out?"
"Lord, Anne, dearie, I've got eyes, haven't I? And
I've known Leslie since she was a baby . There's been
a new kind of heartbreak in her eyes all the fall, and
I know that writer-man was behind it somehow.
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