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‘
In
the
elder
days
of
art
Builders
wrought
with
greatest
care
Each
minute
and
unseen
part
,
For
the
gods
see
everywhere
,
’
and
so
they
always
kept
their
cellar
stairs
scrubbed
and
never
forgot
to
sweep
under
the
beds
.
I
should
have
a
guilty
conscience
if
I
thought
this
closet
was
in
disorder
when
Mrs
.
Morgan
was
in
the
house
.
Ever
since
we
read
‘
Golden
Keys
,
’
last
April
,
Diana
and
I
have
taken
that
verse
for
our
motto
too
”
That
night
John
Henry
Carter
and
Davy
between
them
contrived
to
execute
the
two
white
roosters
,
and
Anne
dressed
them
,
the
usually
distasteful
task
glorified
in
her
eyes
by
the
destination
of
the
plump
birds
.
“
I
don
’
t
like
picking
fowls
,
”
she
told
Marilla
,
“
but
isn
’
t
it
fortunate
we
don
’
t
have
to
put
our
souls
into
what
our
hands
may
be
doing
?
I
’
ve
been
picking
chickens
with
my
hands
but
in
imagination
I
’
ve
been
roaming
the
Milky
Way
.
”
“
I
thought
you
’
d
scattered
more
feathers
over
the
floor
than
usual
,
”
remarked
Marilla
.
Then
Anne
put
Davy
to
bed
and
made
him
promise
that
he
would
behave
perfectly
the
next
day
.
