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would do very well for another winter and that I ought to be

satisfied with having a new dress. The dress is very pretty,



Diana--navy blue and made so fashionably. Marilla always makes

my dresses fashionably now, because she says she doesn't intend



to have Matthew going to Mrs. Lynde to make them. I'm so glad.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are



fashionable. At least, it is easier for me. I suppose it

doesn't make such a difference to naturally good people. But



Matthew said I must have a new coat, so Marilla bought a lovely

piece of blue broadcloth, and it's being made by a real



dressmaker over at Carmody. It's to be done Saturday night, and

I'm trying not to imagine myself walking up the church aisle on



Sunday in my new suit and cap, because I'm afraid it isn't right

to imagine such things. But it just slips into my mind in spite



of me. My cap is so pretty. Matthew bought it for me the day we

were over at Carmody. It is one of those little blue velvet ones



that are all the rage, with gold cord and tassels. Your new hat

is elegant, Diana, and so becoming. When I saw you come into



church last Sunday my heart swelled with pride to think you were

my dearest friend. Do you suppose it's wrong for us to think so



much about our clothes? Marilla says it is very sinful. But it

is such an interesting subject, isn't it?"



Marilla agreed to let Anne go to town, and it was arranged that

Mr. Barry should take the girls in on the following Tuesday. As



Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr. Barry wished to go

and return the same day, it was necessary to make a very early



start. But Anne counted it all joy, and was up before sunrise on

Tuesday morning. A glance from her window assured her that the



day would be fine, for the eastern sky behind the firs of the

Haunted Wood was all silvery and cloudless. Through the gap in



the trees a light was shining in the western gable of Orchard

Slope, a token that Diana was also up.



Anne was dressed by the time Matthew had the fire on and had the

breakfast ready when Marilla came down, but for her own part was



much too excited to eat. After breakfast the jaunty new cap and

jacket were donned, and Anne hastened over the brook and up



through the firs to Orchard Slope. Mr. Barry and Diana were

waiting for her, and they were soon on the road.



It was a long drive, but Anne and Diana enjoyed every minute of it.

It was delightful to rattle along over the moist roads in the early



red sunlight that was creeping across the shorn harvest fields.

The air was fresh and crisp, and little smoke-blue mists



curled through the valleys and floated off from the hills.

Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning



to hang out scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on

bridges that made Anne's flesh cringe with the old,



half-delightful fear; sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and

passed by a little cluster of weather-gray fishing huts; again it



mounted to hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or

misty-blue sky could be seen; but wherever it went there was much



of interest to discuss. It was almost noon when they reached

town and found their way to "Beechwood." It was quite a fine old



mansion, set back from the street in a seclusion of green elms

and branching beeches. Miss Barry met them at the door with a



twinkle in her sharp black eyes.

"So you've come to see me at last, you Anne-girl," she said.



"Mercy, child, how you have grown! You're taller than I am, I

declare. And you're ever so much better looking than you used to



be, too. But I dare say you know that without being told."

"Indeed I didn't," said Anne radiantly. "I know I'm not so



freckled as I used to be, so I've much to be thankful for, but

I really hadn't dared to hope there was any other improvement.



I'm so glad you think there is, Miss Barry." Miss Barry's house

was furnished with "great magnificence," as Anne told Marilla



afterward. The two little country girls were rather abashed by

the splendor of the parlor where Miss Barry left them when she



went to see about dinner.

"Isn't it just like a palace?" whispered Diana. "I never was in



Aunt Josephine's house before, and I'd no idea it was so grand.

I just wish Julia Bell could see this--she puts on such airs



about her mother's parlor."

"Velvet carpet," sighed Anne luxuriously, "and silk curtains!



I've dreamed of such things, Diana. But do you know I don't

believe I feel very comfortable with them after all. There are



so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no

scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are






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