There's no two sides to that, in my opinion." "Well," said Anne, giving up in despair, "wait until Miss Cornelia gets after you two men." "Cornelia'll rake us fore and aft, no doubt," assented Captain Jim.
"You women are lovely critters, Mistress Blythe, but you're just a mite illogical.

You're a highly eddicated lady and Cornelia isn't, but you're like as two peas when it comes to that.

I dunno's you're any the worse for it.

Logic is a sort of hard, merciless thing, I reckon.
Now, I'll brew a cup of tea and we'll drink it and talk of pleasant things, jest to calm our minds a bit." At least, Captain Jim's tea and conversation calmed Anne's mind to such an extent that she did not make Gilbert suffer so acutely on the way home as she had deliberately intended to do.

She did not refer to the burning question at all, but she chatted amiably of other matters, and Gilbert understood that he was forgiven under protest.
"Captain Jim seems very frail and bent this spring.