"You've helped us so far, and I'll never forget it."
"The only thing I can think of is for you to have the license ready,
and speak to Mr. Leonard, and keep an eye on our ventilator," I said.
"I'll watch here and signal whenever there's an opening."
Well, I watched and Stephen watched, and Mr. Leonard was
in the plot, too. Prissy was always a favourite of his,
and he would have been more than human, saint as he is,
if he'd had any love for Emmeline, after the way she was always
trying to brew up strife in the church.
But Emmeline was a match for us all. She never let Prissy
out of her sight. Everywhere she went she toted Prissy, too.
When a month had gone by, I was almost in despair.
Mr. Leonard had to leave for the Assembly in another week
and Stephen's neighbours were beginning to talk about him.
They said that a man who spent all his time hanging around
the yard with a spyglass, and trusting everything to a hired boy,
couldn't be altogether right in his mind.
I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw Emmeline driving away
one day alone. As soon as she was out of sight I whisked over,
and Anne Shirley and Diana Barry went with me.
They were visiting me that afternoon. Diana's mother was my
second cousin, and, as we visited back and forth frequently, I'd often
seen Diana.
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