It takes all the Sarah-cats's purring to drive away the thought of those snakes.

I have enough faith for everything but the snakes.

I can't think why Providence ever made them.
Sometimes I don't think He did.

I'm inclined to believe the Old Harry had a hand in making THEM." Anne had left a thin, typewritten communication till the last, thinking it unimportant.

When she had read it she sat very still, with tears in her eyes.
"What is the matter, Anne ?" asked Marilla.
"Miss Josephine Barry is dead," said Anne, in a low tone.
"So she has gone at last," said Marilla.