`` I hate it , '' said Anne calmly , `` but if you are willing to take those children from a sense of duty surely I can do their sewing from a sense of duty . It does people good to have to do things they do n't like ... in moderation . '' VIII Marilla Adopts Twins Mrs. Rachel Lynde was sitting at her kitchen window , knitting a quilt , just as she had been sitting one evening several years previously when Matthew Cuthbert had driven down over the hill with what Mrs. Rachel called `` his imported orphan . '' But that had been in springtime ; and this was late autumn , and all the woods were leafless and the fields sere and brown . The sun was just setting with a great deal of purple and golden pomp behind the dark woods west of Avonlea when a buggy drawn by a comfortable brown nag came down the hill . Mrs. Rachel peered at it eagerly . `` There 's Marilla getting home from the funeral , '' she said to her husband , who was lying on the kitchen lounge . Thomas Lynde lay more on the lounge nowadays than he had been used to do , but Mrs. Rachel , who was so sharp at noticing anything beyond her own household , had not as yet noticed this . `` And she 's got the twins with her , ... yes , there 's Davy leaning over the dashboard grabbing at the pony 's tail and Marilla jerking him back . Dora 's sitting up on the seat as prim as you please . She always looks as if she 'd just been starched and ironed . Well , poor Marilla is going to have her hands full this winter and no mistake . Still , I do n't see that she could do anything less than take them , under the circumstances , and she 'll have Anne to help her . Anne 's tickled to death over the whole business , and she has a real knacky way with children , I must say . Dear me , it does n't seem a day since poor Matthew brought Anne herself home and everybody laughed at the idea of Marilla bringing up a child . And now she has adopted twins . You 're never safe from being surprised till you 're dead . '' The fat pony jogged over the bridge in Lynde 's Hollow and along the Green Gables lane . Marilla 's face was rather grim . It was ten miles from East Grafton and Davy Keith seemed to be possessed with a passion for perpetual motion .
It was beyond Marilla 's power to make him sit still and she had been XXXXX an agony the whole way lest he fall over the back of the wagon and break his neck , or tumble over the dashboard under the pony 's heels .
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