`` I knew you would n't believe them yarns and I did n't intend you to . And I really did see something queer one night when I was passing the over-harbour graveyard , true 's you live . I dunno whether 't was a ghost or Sandy Crawford 's old white nag , but it looked blamed queer and I tell you I scooted at the rate of no man 's business . '' CHAPTER VII . A FISHY EPISODE Rilla Blythe walked proudly , and perhaps a little primly , through the main `` street '' of the Glen and up the manse hill , carefully carrying a small basketful of early strawberries , which Susan had coaxed into lusciousness in one of the sunny nooks of Ingleside . Susan had charged Rilla to give the basket to nobody except Aunt Martha or Mr. Meredith , and Rilla , very proud of being entrusted with such an errand , was resolved to carry out her instructions to the letter . Susan had dressed her daintily in a white , starched , and embroidered dress , with sash of blue and beaded slippers . Her long ruddy curls were sleek and round , and Susan had let her put on her best hat , out of compliment to the manse . It was a somewhat elaborate affair , wherein Susan 's taste had had more to say than Anne 's , and Rilla 's small soul gloried in its splendours of silk and lace and flowers . She was very conscious of her hat , and I am afraid she strutted up the manse hill . The strut , or the hat , or both , got on the nerves of Mary Vance , who was swinging on the lawn gate . Mary 's temper was somewhat ruffled just then , into the bargain . Aunt Martha had refused to let her peel the potatoes and had ordered her out of the kitchen . `` Yah ! You 'll bring the potatoes to the table with strips of skin hanging to them and half boiled as usual ! My , but it 'll be nice to go to your funeral , '' shrieked Mary . She went out of the kitchen , giving the door such a bang that even Aunt Martha heard it , and Mr. Meredith in his study felt the vibration and thought absently that there must have been a slight earthquake shock . Then he went on with his sermon . Mary slipped from the gate and confronted the spick-and-span damsel of Ingleside . `` What you got there ? ''
she demanded , trying XXXXX take the basket .
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