`` The weather has been real cold , '' she wrote , `` so I let the cats sleep in the house -- Rusty and Joseph on the sofa in the living-room , and the Sarah-cat on the foot of my bed . It 's real company to hear her purring when I wake up in the night and think of my poor daughter in the foreign field . If it was anywhere but in India I would n't worry , but they say the snakes out there are terrible . It takes all the Sarah-cats 's purring to drive away the thought of those snakes . I have enough faith for everything but the snakes . I ca n't think why Providence ever made them . Sometimes I do n't think He did . I 'm inclined to believe the Old Harry had a hand in making THEM . '' Anne had left a thin , typewritten communication till the last , thinking it unimportant . When she had read it she sat very still , with tears in her eyes . `` What is the matter , Anne ? '' asked Marilla . `` Miss Josephine Barry is dead , '' said Anne , in a low tone . `` So she has gone at last , '' said Marilla . `` Well , she has been sick for over a year , and the Barrys have been expecting to hear of her death any time . It is well she is at rest for she has suffered dreadfully , Anne . She was always kind to you . '' `` She has been kind to the last , Marilla . This letter is from her lawyer . She has left me a thousand dollars in her will . ''
`` Gracious , ai n't that an awful lot XXXXX money , '' exclaimed Davy .
If at for from in of out so till to