`` You go and get some fresh air , '' repeated Aunt Jamesina , `` but take your umbrella , for I believe it 's going to rain . I 've rheumatism in my leg . '' `` Only old people should have rheumatism , Aunty . '' `` Anybody is liable to rheumatism in her legs , Anne . It 's only old people who should have rheumatism in their souls , though . Thank goodness , I never have . When you get rheumatism in your soul you might as well go and pick out your coffin . '' It was November -- the month of crimson sunsets , parting birds , deep , sad hymns of the sea , passionate wind-songs in the pines . Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and , as she said , let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul . Anne was not wont to be troubled with soul fog . But , somehow , since her return to Redmond for this third year , life had not mirrored her spirit back to her with its old , perfect , sparkling clearness . Outwardly , existence at Patty 's Place was the same pleasant round of work and study and recreation that it had always been . On Friday evenings the big , fire-lighted livingroom was crowded by callers and echoed to endless jest and laughter , while Aunt Jamesina smiled beamingly on them all . The `` Jonas '' of Phil 's letter came often , running up from St. Columbia on the early train and departing on the late . He was a general favorite at Patty 's Place , though Aunt Jamesina shook her head and opined that divinity students were not what they used to be . `` He 's VERY nice , my dear , '' she told Phil , `` but ministers ought to be graver and more dignified . '' `` Ca n't a man laugh and laugh and be a Christian still ? '' demanded Phil . `` Oh , MEN -- yes . But I was speaking of MINISTERS , my dear , '' said Aunt Jamesina rebukingly .
`` And you should n't flirt so XXXXX Mr. Blake -- you really should n't . ''
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