advise the doctor to have our chimneys seen to at once. An ounce
of prevention is worth a pound of cure. But I see Mrs. Marshall
Elliott coming in at the gate, looking as if she had been sent
for and couldn't go."

"Anne dearie, have you seen the _Journal_ to-day?"

Miss Cornelia's voice was trembling, partly from emotion, partly
from the fact that she had hurried up from the store too fast and
lost her breath.

Anne bent over the daffodils to hide a smile. She and Gilbert
had laughed heartily and heartlessly over the front page of the
_Journal_ that day, but she knew that to dear Miss Cornelia it
was almost a tragedy, and she must not wound her feelings by any
display of levity.

"Isn't it dreadful? What IS to be done?" asked Miss Cornelia
despairingly. Miss Cornelia had vowed that she was done with
worrying over the pranks of the manse children, but she went on
worrying just the same.

Anne led the way to the veranda, where Susan was knitting, with
Shirley and Rilla conning their primers on either side. Susan
was already on her second pair of stockings for Faith. Susan
never worried over poor humanity. She did what in her lay for
its betterment and serenely left the rest to the Higher Powers.

"Cornelia Elliott thinks she was born to run this world, Mrs. Dr.
dear," she had once said to Anne, "and so she is always in a stew