Sometimes your eyes frighten me , but oh , it 's a splendid fright ! If I had father 's violin I could do better . I remember that he once said it had a soul that was doing purgatory for its sins when it had lived on earth . I do n't know what he meant , but it did seem to me that HIS violin was alive . He taught me to play on it as soon as I was big enough to hold it . '' `` Did you love your father ? '' asked old Abel , with a keen look . Again Felix crimsoned ; but he looked straightly and steadily into his old friend 's face . `` No , '' he said , `` I did n't ; but , '' he added , gravely and deliberately , `` I do n't think you should have asked me such a question . '' It was old Abel 's turn to blush . Carmody people would not have believed he could blush ; and perhaps no living being could have called that deepening hue into his weather-beaten cheek save only this gray-eyed child of the rebuking face . `` No , I guess I should n't , '' he said . `` But I 'm always making mistakes . I 've never made anything else . That 's why I 'm nothing more than ` Old Abel ' to the Carmody people . Nobody but you and your grandfather ever calls me ` Mr. Blair . ' Yet William Blair at the store up there , rich and respected as he is , was n't half as clever a man as I was when we started in life : you may n't believe that , but it 's true . And the worst of it is , young Felix , that most of the time I do n't care whether I 'm Mr. Blair of old Abel . Only when you play I care . It makes me feel just as a look I saw in a little girl 's eyes some years ago made me feel .
Her name was Anne Shirley and she lived with the Cuthberts down XXXXX Avonlea .
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