The lightning knocked over the kitchen chimbly and come down the flue and knocked over Ginger 's cage and tore a hole in the floor and went into the sullar . Yas 'm . '' `` Was Ginger hurt ? '' queried Anne . `` Yas 'm . He was hurt pretty bad . He was killed . '' Later on Anne went over to comfort Mr. Harrison . She found him sitting by the table , stroking Ginger 's gay dead body with a trembling hand . `` Poor Ginger wo n't call you any more names , Anne , '' he said mournfully . Anne could never have imagined herself crying on Ginger 's account , but the tears came into her eyes . `` He was all the company I had , Anne ... and now he 's dead . Well , well , I 'm an old fool to care so much . I 'll let on I do n't care . I know you 're going to say something sympathetic as soon as I stop talking ... but do n't . If you did I 'd cry like a baby . Has n't this been a terrible storm ? I guess folks wo n't laugh at Uncle Abe 's predictions again . Seems as if all the storms that he 's been prophesying all his life that never happened came all at once . Beats all how he struck the very day though , do n't it ?
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