One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown
and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her
girl recite.
I wonder if it _is_ too damp for my dress, said Anne anxiously.
Not a bit of it, said Diana, pulling up the window blind. It s a
perfect night, and there won t be any dew. Look at the moonlight.
I m so glad my window looks east into the sun rising, said Anne, going
over to Diana. It s so splendid to see the morning coming up over those
long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It s new every
morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest
sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don t know how
I ll get along without it when I go to town next month.
Don t speak of your going away tonight, begged Diana. I don t want to
think of it, it makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time
this evening. What are you going to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?
Not a bit. I ve recited so often in public I don t mind at all now.
I ve decided to give The Maiden s Vow. It s so pathetic. Laura Spencer
is going to give a comic recitation, but I d rather make people cry than
laugh.
What will you recite if they encore you?
They won t dream of encoring me, scoffed Anne, who was not without her
own secret hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling
Matthew all about it at the next morning s breakfast table. There are
Billy and Jane now--I hear the wheels. Come on.
Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him,
so she unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit
back with the girls, where she could have laughed and chattered to her
heart s content. There was not much of either laughter or chatter
in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round,
expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. But he
admired Anne immensely, and was puffed up with pride over the prospect
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