She 'll be casting a spell over me , too . She 's cast it over Matthew . That look he gave me when he went out said everything he said or hinted last night over again . I wish he was like other men and would talk things out . A body could answer back then and argue him into reason . But what 's to be done with a man who just LOOKS ? '' Anne had relapsed into reverie , with her chin in her hands and her eyes on the sky , when Marilla returned from her cellar pilgrimage . There Marilla left her until the early dinner was on the table . `` I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon , Matthew ? '' said Marilla . Matthew nodded and looked wistfully at Anne . Marilla intercepted the look and said grimly : `` I 'm going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing . I 'll take Anne with me and Mrs. Spencer will probably make arrangements to send her back to Nova Scotia at once . I 'll set your tea out for you and I 'll be home in time to milk the cows . '' Still Matthew said nothing and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath . There is nothing more aggravating than a man who wo n't talk back -- unless it is a woman who wo n't . Matthew hitched the sorrel into the buggy in due time and Marilla and Anne set off . Matthew opened the yard gate for them and as they drove slowly through , he said , to nobody in particular as it seemed : `` Little Jerry Buote from the Creek was here this morning , and I told him I guessed I 'd hire him for the summer . '' Marilla made no reply , but she hit the unlucky sorrel such a vicious clip with the whip that the fat mare , unused to such treatment , whizzed indignantly down the lane at an alarming pace . Marilla looked back once as the buggy bounced along and saw that aggravating Matthew leaning over the gate , looking wistfully after them .
CHAPTER V. XXXXX 's History `` Do you know , '' said Anne confidentially , `` I 've made up my mind to enjoy this drive .
Anne Buote Creek Marilla Matthew Sands Scotia Spencer left morning