Isabella 's hand was in her husband 's and sometimes she could not see the moonlit hills for a mist of glorified tears . `` David , '' she whispered , as he helped her over the fence , `` how can you ever forgive me ? '' `` There 's nothing to forgive , '' he said . `` We 're only just married . Who ever heard of a bridegroom talking of forgiveness ? Everything is beginning over new for us , my girl . '' IV . JANE 'S BABY Miss Rosetta Ellis , with her front hair in curl-papers , and her back hair bound with a checked apron , was out in her breezy side yard under the firs , shaking her parlor rugs , when Mr. Nathan Patterson drove in . Miss Rosetta had seen him coming down the long red hill , but she had not supposed he would be calling at that time of the morning . So she had not run . Miss Rosetta always ran if anybody called and her front hair was in curl-papers ; and , though the errand of the said caller might be life or death , he or she had to wait until Miss Rosetta had taken her hair out . Everybody in Avonlea knew this , because everybody in Avonlea knew everything about everybody else . But Mr. Patterson had wheeled into the lane so quickly and unexpectedly that Miss Rosetta had had no time to run ; so , twitching off the checked apron , she stood her ground as calmly as might be under the disagreeable consciousness of curl-papers . `` Good morning , Miss Ellis , '' said Mr. Patterson , so somberly that Miss Rosetta instantly felt that he was the bearer of bad news . Usually Mr. Patterson 's face was as broad and beaming as a harvest moon . Now his expression was very melancholy and his voice positively sepulchral . `` Good morning , '' returned Miss Rosetta , crisply and cheerfully . She , at any rate , would not go into eclipse until she knew the reason therefor . `` It is a fine day . '' `` A very fine day , '' assented Mr. Patterson , solemnly .
`` I have just come from the Wheeler place , Miss Ellis , and I regret XXXXX say -- '' `` Charlotte is sick ! ''
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