And I tell you , you have to keep your eye on them Grits . '' Mr. Harrison had brought the mail , and merry letters from Stella and Priscilla and Phil soon dissipated Anne 's blues . Aunt Jamesina , too , had written , saying that she was keeping the hearth-fire alight , and that the cats were all well , and the house plants doing fine . `` 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 XXXXX the last , Marilla .
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