Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.   But he had never expected to enjoy the society of a little girl. Women were bad enough in all conscience , but little girls were worse. He detested the way they had of    sidling    pat him timidily, with sidewise glance, as if they expected him to gobble them up at mouthful if they ventured to say a word. This was the Avonlea type of well-bred little girl. But this freckled witch wa very different, and although he found it rather difficult for his slower intelligence to keep up with her brisk mental processes he though that he "kind of liked her chatter." So he said as shyly as usual:   "Oh, you can talk as much as you like. I don't mind."                                                                        <Liu Yifei>    "Oh, I&#

He and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to Bright River. It was a pretty road, running along between snug far,steads, with now and again a bit of balsamy fir wood to drive through or a hollow where wild plums hung out their filmy bloom.   The air was sweet with the breath of many apple orchards and the meadows sloped away in the distance to horizon mists of pearl and purple; while "The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year." Matthew enjoyed the drive after his own fashion, except during the moments when he met women and had to nod to them- for in Prince Edward Island you are  supposed to nod to all and sundry you meet on the road whether you know them or not.   Matthew dreaded all women except Marilla and Mrs. Rachel; he had an uncomfortable feel that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him. He may have been quite light in thinking so, for he was an odd-looking personage, with an ungainly figure