264 CHRONICLES OF AVONLEA

all you ever go out of Avonlea for —- just to fetch and carry tales.”

Finally she finished up with the minister.

“ I’m going to the Baptist church in Spencer- vale after this,” she said. Her tone and look said a. hundred other things. She whirled into the house and slammed the door.

Mr. Leonard looked around on us with a pity- ing smile as Stephen put poor, half-fainting Prissy into the buggy.

“ I am very sorry,” he said in that gentle, saintly way of his, “ for the Baptists.”