ANNE OF GREEN GABLES COUNTRY 179

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It is strange how differently people get along in a new country. The Scots and the Irish and the French seemed to adapt themselves well to a colonial land. The English persisted in bringing with them the customs and manners of Old England. They did not seem to realize that what was done in England might be anything but good form over the seas. For instance, years ago, there were issued two sets of invitations to the wedding of a prominent English family. To the actual wedding feast personal friends and society acquaintances were invited. This would have been quite in order if it had stopped there, but, on the following day, the neighbours—the common folk— were invited to celebrate. Again, the long table was laid, though not quite so elaborately this time. But— nobody came! The people would stand for no class distinction.

An old, old man told me about this afiair, and after fifty-odd years he was still indignant. He had played in the orchestra that first night and had not been invited to sit at the table.

“I was sore,” he confided. He lowered his voice confidentially. “I spit tobacco juice up against her damn wall.”

Danish settlers were different. One farmer, by dint of hard work, managed to erect a house, but did not have money enough for a barn. That was quite all right in the summer-time, but during the winter months his hens got cold. They were clustered together under the verandah. The Dane was quite resourceful. One by one he brought the hens into the kitchen during those cold winter days, warmed them,

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