Soon the tea was ready and Anne found herself sitting opposite Mr. Harrison at his own table , pouring his tea for him , and chatting freely to him about her school and friends and plans . She could hardly believe the evidence of her senses . Mr. Harrison had brought Ginger back , averring that the poor bird would be lonesome ; and Anne , feeling that she could forgive everybody and everything , offered him a walnut . But Ginger 's feelings had been grievously hurt and he rejected all overtures of friendship . He sat moodily on his perch and ruffled his feathers up until he looked like a mere ball of green and gold . `` Why do you call him Ginger ? '' asked Anne , who liked appropriate names and thought Ginger accorded not at all with such gorgeous plumage . `` My brother the sailor named him . Maybe it had some reference to his temper . I think a lot of that bird though ... you 'd be surprised if you knew how much . He has his faults of course . That bird has cost me a good deal one way and another . Some people object to his swearing habits but he ca n't be broken of them . I 've tried ... other people have tried . Some folks have prejudices against parrots . Silly , ai n't it ? I like them myself . Ginger 's a lot of company to me . Nothing would induce me to give that bird up ... nothing in the world , miss . '' Mr. Harrison flung the last sentence at Anne as explosively as if he suspected her of some latent design of persuading him to give Ginger up .
Anne , however , was beginning XXXXX like the queer , fussy , fidgety little man , and before the meal was over they were quite good friends .
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