`` Oh -- well now -- brown , '' said Matthew feebly . `` There 's a barrel of it over there , '' said Miss Harris , shaking her bangles at it . `` It 's the only kind we have . '' `` I 'll -- I 'll take twenty pounds of it , '' said Matthew , with beads of perspiration standing on his forehead . Matthew had driven halfway home before he was his own man again . It had been a gruesome experience , but it served him right , he thought , for committing the heresy of going to a strange store . When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool house , but the sugar he carried in to Marilla . `` Brown sugar ! '' exclaimed Marilla . `` Whatever possessed you to get so much ? You know I never use it except for the hired man 's porridge or black fruit cake . Jerry 's gone and I 've made my cake long ago . It 's not good sugar , either -- it 's coarse and dark -- William Blair does n't usually keep sugar like that . '' `` I -- I thought it might come in handy sometime , '' said Matthew , making good his escape . When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to cope with the situation . Marilla was out of the question . Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on his project at once . Remained only Mrs. Lynde ; for of no other woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice . To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly , and that good lady promptly took the matter out of the harassed man 's hands . `` Pick out a dress for you to give Anne ?
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