Avonle's Most Amicable Mood, Mr. Harrison

Mr. Harrison never made any pretense of doing it when the serenees Sunday came. When Mrs. Lind asked for a contribution to missions, he told her there were more heathens among the old woman gossips and ovens than anywhere else he knew of. And then his mother always gave him a basket of grub to take with him on Monday mornings. Finally, Mr. Harrison kept a parrot called Ginger. If you took John Henry Carter's word for it, never was such an unholy bird. It swore terribly. All these things flashed through Anne's mind as Mr. Harrison stood quite speechless with wrath apparently before her. She had been practicing considerably to lay