`` I suppose you wonder what I 'm doing at Prospect Point . Well , I always like to spend a month of summer at the shore , and father insists that I come to his second-cousin Emily 's ` select boardinghouse ' at Prospect Point . So a fortnight ago I came as usual . And as usual old ` Uncle Mark Miller ' brought me from the station with his ancient buggy and what he calls his ` generous purpose ' horse . He is a nice old man and gave me a handful of pink peppermints . Peppermints always seem to me such a religious sort of candy -- I suppose because when I was a little girl Grandmother Gordon always gave them to me in church . Once I asked , referring to the smell of peppermints , ` Is that the odor of sanctity ? ' I did n't like to eat Uncle Mark 's peppermints because he just fished them loose out of his pocket , and had to pick some rusty nails and other things from among them before he gave them to me . But I would n't hurt his dear old feelings for anything , so I carefully sowed them along the road at intervals . When the last one was gone , Uncle Mark said , a little rebukingly , ` Ye should n't a ` et all them candies to onct , Miss Phil . You 'll likely have the stummick-ache . ' `` Cousin Emily has only five boarders besides myself -- four old ladies and one young man . My right-hand neighbor is Mrs. Lilly . She is one of those people who seem to take a gruesome pleasure in detailing all their many aches and pains and sicknesses . You can not mention any ailment but she says , shaking her head , ` Ah , I know too well what that is ' -- and then you get all the details . Jonas declares he once spoke of locomotor ataxia in hearing and she said she knew too well what that was . She suffered from it for ten years and was finally cured by a traveling doctor . `` Who is Jonas ? Just wait , Anne Shirley . You 'll hear all about Jonas in the proper time and place .
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