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Today we'll be continuing Anne's House of Dreams by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Chapter Six captain Jim old Dr.

Dave and Mrs.

Dr.

Dave had come to the little house to greet the bride and groom.

Dr.

Dave was a big, jolly, white, whiskered old fellow, and Mrs.

Doctor was a trim, rosy cheeked, silver.

Haired little lady who took ann at once to her heart, literally and figuratively.

I'm so glad to see you, dear.

You must be real tired.

We've got a bite of supper ready, and Captain Jim brought up some trout for you.

Captain Jim, where are you?

Oh, he slipped out to sea to the horse, I suppose.

Come upstairs and take your things off.

Anne looked about her with bright, appreciative eyes as she followed Mrs.

Doctor Dave upstairs.

She liked the appearance of her new home very much.

It seemed to have the atmosphere of.

Green gables and the flavor of her old traditions.

I think I would have found Miss Elizabeth Russell a kindred spirit, she murmured when she was alone in her room.

There were two windows in it, the dormer one looked out on the lower harbor and the sandbar and the Forewind's light, a magic casement opening on the foam of perilous seas and fairylands forlorn, quoted Anne softly.

The cable window gave a view of a little harvestude valley through which a brook ran half a mile up.

The brook was the only house in sight, an old rambling gray one surrounded by huge willows, through which its windows peered like shy seeking eyes into the dusk, and wondered who lived there.

They would be her nearest neighbors, and she hoped they would be nice.

She suddenly found herself thinking of the beautiful girl with the white geese.

Gilbert thought she didn't belong here.

Mused Anne, but I feel sure she does.

There was something about her that made her part of the sea and the sky and the harbour.

Four winds is in her blood.

When Anne went downstairs, Gilbert was standing before the fireplace talking to a stranger.

Both turned as Anne entered.

Anne, this is Captain Boyd.

Captain Boyd, my wife.

It was the first time Gilbert had said my wife to anybody but Anne, and he narrowly escaped.

Bursting with the pride of it, the old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne.

They smiled at each other and were friends.

From that moment, kindred's spirit flashed recognition to kindred spirit.

I'm right down pleased to meet you, Mistress Blithe, and I hope you'll be as happy as the first bride was who came here.

I can't wish you no better than that.

But your husband doesn't introduce me just exactly right.

Captain Jim is my week of day name and you might as well begin as you're certain to end up calling me that.

You certainly are a nice little bride, Mistress Blive.

Looking at you sort of makes me feel like I've just been married myself.

I meant the laughter that followed.

Mrs Dr Dave urged Captain Jim to.

Stay and have supper with them.

Thank you kindly, till be a real treat, Mistress Doctor.

I mostly asked to eat my meals alone with the reflection of my ugly old fizz in a looking glass opposite for company.

Tis and often I have a chance to sit down with two such sweet purty ladies.

Captain Jim's compliments may look very bald on paper, but he paid them with such a gracious, gentle deference of tone and look that the woman upon whom they were bestowed felt that she was being offered a queen's tribute in a kingly fashion.

Captain Jim was a high sold, simple minded old man with eternal youth in his eyes and heart.

He had a tall, rather ungainly figure, somewhat stooped, yet suggestive of great strength and endurance.

A clean shaven face, deeply lined and bronzed, a thick mane of iron gray hair falling quite to his shoulders and a pair of remarkably blue deepset eyes which sometimes twinkled and sometimes dreamed and sometimes looked out seaward with a wistful quest in them as of one seeking something precious and lost and was to learn one day what it was for which Captain Jim looked.

It could not be denied that Captain Jim was a homely man.

His spare jaws, rugged mouth and square brow were not fashioned on the lines of beauty, and he had passed through many hardships and sorrows which had marked his body as well as his soul.

But though at first sight Anne thought him plain, she never thought anything more about it.

The spirit shining through that rugged tenement beautified it so wholly.

They gathered gaily around the supper table.

The hearth fire banished the chill of the September evening, but the window of the dining room was open and sea breezes entered at their own sweet will.

The view was magnificent, taking in the harbor and the sweep of low purple hills beyond.

The table was heaped with Mrs.

Doctor's delicacies.

But the peace day resistance was undoubtedly.

The big platter of sea trout.

Thought they'd be sort of tasty after.

Traveling, said Captain JeM.

Their freshest trout can be mistress.

Blithe.

2 hours ago they were swimming in the glen pond.

Who's attending to the light tonight, Captain Jim?

Asked Dr.

Dave nephew Alec.

He understands it as well as I do.

Well, now, I'm real glad you asked me to stay to supper.

I'm proper hungry.

Didn't have much of a dinner today.

I believe you have starved yourself most of the time down at that light.

Said Mrs.

Dr.

Dave severely.

You won't take the trouble to get up a decent meal.

Oh, I do, mistress doctor.

I do.

Protested captain jim Why live like a king generally?

Last night I was up to the Glen and took home £2 of steak.

I meant to have a spanking good dinner today.

And what happened to the steak?

Asked Mrs.

Dr.

Dave.

Did you lose it on the way home?

No.

Captain Jim looked sheepish just at bedtime.

A poor ornery sort of dog came along and asked for a night's lodging.

Guess he belonged to some of the fishermen long shore.

I couldn't turn the poor cur out.

He had a sore foot.

So I shut him in the porch with an old bank to lie on and went to bed.

But somehow I couldn't sleep.

Come to think it over, I sort of remember that dog looked hungry and.

You got up and gave him that steak.

All that steak, said Mrs.

Dr.

Dave with a kind of triumphant reproof.

Well, there wasn't anything else to give.

Him, said Captain Jim.

Depreciatingly nothin a dog to care for, that is.

I reckon he was hungry, for he made about two bites of it.

I had a fine sleep the rest of the night but my dinner had to be sort of scanty potatoes in point, as you might say.

The dog, he lit out for home this morning.

I reckon he weren't a vegetarian.

The idea of starving yourself for a worthless dog, sniffed Mrs.

Doctor.

You don't know, but he may be worth a lot to somebody, protested Captain Jim.

He didn't look of much account, but you can't go by looks and judging a dog like myself.

He might be a real beauty inside.

The first mate didn't approve of him.

I'll allow his language is right down forcible, but the first mate is prejudiced.

No use in taking a cat's opinion of a dog tiny rate.

I lost my dinner, so this nice spread in this delightful company is real pleasant.

It's a great thing to have good neighbors.

Who lives in the house among the willows up the brook?

Asked Anne.

Mrs.

D*** Moore, said Captain Jim.

And her husband, he added as if.

By way of an afterthought.

Anne smiled and deduced a mental picture of Mrs.

D*** Moore from Captain Jim's way of putting it evidently a second Mrs.

Rachel Lend.

You haven't many neighbors.

Mistress blithe captain Jim went on.

This side of the harbor is mighty thinly settled.

Most of the land belongs to Mr.

Howard up yonder past the Glenn, and he rents it out for pasture.

The other side of the harbor now is thick with folks, especially McAllisters.

There's a whole colony of McAllisters.

You can't throw a stone, but you hit one.

I was talking to old Leon Black here the other day.

He's been working on the harbor all summer.

Dare nearly all McAllister's over there, he told me.

Dare's Near McAllister and Sandy McAllister and William McAllister and Alec McAllister and Angus McAllister and I Believe There's The Devil McAllister.

There are nearly as many Elliots and.

Crawfords, said Dr.

Dave after the laughter had subsided.

You know, Gilbert, we folk on this.

Side of Four Winds have an old.

Saying from the conceit of the Elliots.

The pride of the McAllisters and the.

Vain glory of the Crawford's.

Good Lord, deliver us.

There's a plenty of fine people among them, though, said Captain Jim.

I sailed with William Crawford for many a year and for courage and endurance and truth that man hadn't an equal.

They've got brains over on that side of Four Winds.

Maybe that's why this side is sort of inclined to pick on them.

Strange, ain't it, how folks seem to resent anyone being born a might cleverer than they be?

Dr.

Dave, who had a 40 years feud with the over harbor people, laughed and subsided.

Who lives in that brilliant emerald house about half a mile up the road?

Asked Gilbert.

Captain Jim smiled delightedly.

Miss Cornelia Bryant.

She'll likely be over to see you soon.

Senior Presbyterians.

If you were Methodists, she wouldn't come at all.

Cornelia has a holy horror of Methodists.

She's quite a character.

Chuckled Dr.

Dave.

A most inveterate manhater.

Sour grapes.

Queried Gilbert laughing.

Tis and sour grapes, answered Captain Jim seriously.

Cornelia could have had her pick when she was young.

Even yet she's only to say the word to see the old widowers jump.

She just seems to have been born with a sort of chronic spite again.

Men and Methodists.

She's got the bitterest tongue and the kindest hardened four wins.

Whenever there's any trouble, that woman is there doing everything to help in the tenderest way.

She never says a harsh word about another woman.

And if she likes to card us pours scallywags of men down I reckon our tough old hides can stand it.

She always speaks well of you, Captain Gem, said Mrs.

Doctor.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I don't half like it.

It makes me feel as if there must be something sort of unnatural about me.

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