Dick was hanging round to get one, as usual, and all at once he picked up a scalding hot one I'd just fished out and dropped it on the back of my neck when I was bending over.

Then he laughed and laughed.

Believe ME, Anne, it took all the grace of God in my heart to keep me from just whisking up that stew-pan of boiling fat and pouring it over his head." Anne laughed over Miss Cornelia's wrath as she sped through the darkness.

But laughter accorded ill with that night.

She was sober enough when she reached the house among the willows.