`` It is , '' said Anne , gaily confident . `` I have made cakes in my time that were NOT , as Mrs. Allan could tell you , but this one is all right . I made it for the Improvement Society , but I can make another for them . '' `` Well , I 'll tell you what , miss , you must help me eat it . I 'll put the kettle on and we 'll have a cup of tea . 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 .
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