and discuss china dogs until the time of departure.
Dorothy lingered behind a moment to squeeze Anne’s hand and whisper impulsively.
“I know you and I are going to be chums. Oh, Roy has told me all about you. I’m the only one of the family he tells things to, poor boy—nobody could confide in mamma and Aline, you know. What glorious times you girls must have here! Won’t you let me come often and have a share in them?”
“Come as often as you like,” Anne responded heartily, thankful that one of Roy’s sisters was likable. She would never like Aline, so much was certain; and Aline would never like her, though Mrs. Gardner might be won. Altogether, Anne sighed with relief when the ordeal was over.
“‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are it might have been,’”
quoted Priscilla tragically, lifting the cushion. “This cake is now what you might call a flat failure. And the cushion is likewise ruined. Never tell me that Friday isn’t unlucky.”
“People who send word they are coming on Saturday shouldn’t come on Friday,” said Aunt Jamesina.
“I fancy it was Roy’s mistake,” said Phil. “That boy isn’t really responsible for what he says when he talks to Anne. Where is Anne?”
Anne had gone upstairs. She felt oddly like crying. But she made herself laugh instead. Rusty and Joseph had been too awful! And Dorothy was a dear.
