Mr. Harrison `` got a bite '' when he felt hungry , and if John Henry were around at the time , he came in for a share , but if he were not , he had to wait until Mr. Harrison 's next hungry spell . John Henry mournfully averred that he would have starved to death if it was n't that he got home on Sundays and got a good filling up , and that his mother always gave him a basket of `` grub '' to take back with him on Monday mornings . As for washing dishes , Mr. Harrison never made any pretence of doing it unless a rainy Sunday came . Then he went to work and washed them all at once in the rainwater hogshead , and left them to drain dry . Again , Mr. Harrison was `` close . '' When he was asked to subscribe to the Rev. Mr. Allan 's salary he said he 'd wait and see how many dollars ' worth of good he got out of his preaching first ... he did n't believe in buying a pig in a poke . And when Mrs. Lynde went to ask for a contribution to missions ... and incidentally to see the inside of the house ... he told her there were more heathens among the old woman gossips in Avonlea than anywhere else he knew of , and he 'd cheerfully contribute to a mission for Christianizing them if she 'd undertake it . Mrs. Rachel got herself away and said it was a mercy poor Mrs. Robert Bell was safe in her grave , for it would have broken her heart to see the state of her house in which she used to take so much pride . `` Why , she scrubbed the kitchen floor every second day , '' Mrs. Lynde told Marilla Cuthbert indignantly , `` and if you could see it now ! I had to hold up my skirts as I walked across it . '' Finally , Mr. Harrison kept a parrot called Ginger . Nobody in Avonlea had ever kept a parrot before ; consequently that proceeding was considered barely respectable . And such a parrot ! If you took John Henry Carter 's word for it , never was such an unholy bird . It swore terribly . Mrs. Carter would have taken John Henry away at once if she had been sure she could get another place for him . Besides , Ginger had bitten a piece right out of the back of John Henry 's neck one day when he had stooped down too near the cage . Mrs. Carter showed everybody the mark when the luckless John Henry went home on Sundays . All these things flashed through Anne 's mind as Mr. Harrison stood , quite speechless with wrath apparently , before her . In his most amiable mood Mr. Harrison could not have been considered a handsome man ; he was short and fat and bald ; and now , with his round face purple with rage and his prominent blue eyes almost sticking out of his head , Anne thought he was really the ugliest person she had ever seen .
All XXXXX once Mr. Harrison found his voice .
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