Chapter 1. At The Palace
_ CHAPTER I. AT THE PALACE
"You may stay down here until nine o‘clock if you like," said Bridget. "It‘s awful cold upstairs. Be sure to wrap yourself good in the old blanket. And put a little coal on the range. If you let my fire go out, I‘ll skin you alive."
When Marilla first heard that threat she shuddered all over. If you scratched a little bit of skin off it hurt dreadfully. But Bridget never did it. Sometimes she hit her a slap on the shoulder. She couldn‘t even bear to skin a rabbit. "What do you mean by it?" Marilla gained courage to ask once, when she came to feel at home.
"Oh, I don‘t know. My mother used to say it. Sometimes she took a strap to us, but she wasn‘t ever real hard."
Marilla knew about the strap in Bethany Home though she didn‘t often get it.
"I‘ll remember about the fire."
"Good night!" Bridget was off.
She always took two or three evenings out in the week and had Sunday afternoon instead of Thursday because they had

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