CHAPTER 11 THE STORY OF LESLIE MOORE `` Yes , the eighth baby arrived a fortnight ago , '' said Miss Cornelia , from a rocker before the fire of the little house one chilly October afternoon . `` It 's a girl . Fred was ranting mad -- said he wanted a boy -- when the truth is he did n't want it at all . If it had been a boy he 'd have ranted because it was n't a girl . They had four girls and three boys before , so I ca n't see that it made much difference what this one was , but of course he 'd have to be cantankerous , just like a man . The baby is real pretty , dressed up in its nice little clothes . It has black eyes and the dearest , tiny hands . '' `` I must go and see it . I just love babies , '' said Anne , smiling to herself over a thought too dear and sacred to be put into words . `` I do n't say but what they 're nice , '' admitted Miss Cornelia . `` But some folks seem to have more than they really need , believe ME . My poor cousin Flora up at the Glen had eleven , and such a slave as she is ! Her husband suicided three years ago . Just like a man ! '' `` What made him do that ? '' asked Anne , rather shocked . `` Could n't get his way over something , so he jumped into the well . A good riddance ! He was a born tyrant . But of course it spoiled the well .
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