d he's sending the boy home to his mother for a spell. He's ten years old and
I don't know if he'll be a very desirable pupil. You can never tell about those
Yankees."
Mrs Lynde looked upon all people who had the misfortune to be born or brought
up elsewhere than in Prince Edward Island with a decided can-any-good-thing-come-out-of-Nazareth
air. They MIGHT be good people, of course; but you were on the safe side in
doubting it. She had a special prejudice against "Yankees." Her husband
had been cheated out of ten dollars by an employer for whom he had once worked
in Boston and neither angels nor principalities nor powers could have convinced
Mrs. Rachel that the whole United States was not responsible for it.
"Avonlea school won't be the worse for a little new blood," said
Marilla drily, "and if this boy is anything like his father he'll be all
right. Steve Irving was the nicest boy that was ever raised in these parts,
though some people did call him proud. I should think Mrs. Irving would be ve
