They're sick with measles,
and Emmeline couldn't take me because I've never had measles."
Poor Prissy! She had never had anything a body ought to have.
"Then you just come and unfasten a shutter, and come right over to
my house," I said exultantly. "We'll have Stephen and the minister
here in no time."
"I can't--Em'line has locked me in here," said Prissy woefully.
I was posed. No living mortal bigger than a baby could have got
in or out of that closet window.
"Well," I said finally, "I'll put the signal up for Stephen anyhow,
and we'll see what can be done when he gets here."
I didn't know how I was ever to get the signal up on that ventilator,
for it was one of the days I take dizzy spells; and if I took one up
on the ladder there'd probably be a funeral instead of a wedding.
But Anne Shirley said she'd put it up for me, and she did.
I had never seen that girl before, and I've never seen her since,
but it's my opinion that there wasn't much she couldn't do if she
made up her mind to do it.
Stephen wasn't long in getting there and he brought the minister
with him. Then we all, including Thomas--who was beginning to get
interested in the affair in spite of himself--went over and held
council of war beneath the closet window.
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