“So that is how you bring up your boys,” said Gilbert with mock severity.
“Perhaps I do spoil them a little,” said Anne contritely, “but, oh, Gilbert, when I think of my own childhood before I came to Green Gables I haven’t the heart to be very strict. How hungry for love and fun I was—an unloved little drudge with never a chance to play! They do have such good times with the manse children.”
“What about the poor pigs?” asked Gilbert.
Anne tried to look sober and failed.
“Do you really think it hurt them?” she said. “I don’t think anything could hurt those animals. They’ve been the plague of the neighbourhood this summer and the Drews WON’T shut them up. But I’ll talk to Walter—if I can keep from laughing when I do it.”