How will that do ? '' `` Will you let me make the tea ? '' said Anne dubiously . Mr. Harrison chuckled . `` I see you have n't much confidence in my ability to make tea . You 're wrong ... I can brew up as good a jorum of tea as you ever drank . But go ahead yourself . Fortunately it rained last Sunday , so there 's plenty of clean dishes . '' Anne hopped briskly up and went to work . She washed the teapot in several waters before she put the tea to steep . Then she swept the stove and set the table , bringing the dishes out of the pantry . The state of that pantry horrified Anne , but she wisely said nothing . Mr. Harrison told her where to find the bread and butter and a can of peaches . Anne adorned the table with a bouquet from the garden and shut her eyes to the stains on the tablecloth . 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 XXXXX such gorgeous plumage .
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