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Anne
scurried
down
to
the
pantry
,
which
,
always
dim
from
the
big
willow
growing
close
to
the
window
,
was
now
almost
dark
by
reason
of
the
shade
drawn
to
exclude
flies
.
Anne
caught
the
bottle
containing
the
lotion
from
the
shelf
and
copiously
anointed
her
nose
therewith
by
means
of
a
little
sponge
sacred
to
the
purpose
.
This
important
duty
done
,
she
returned
to
her
work
.
Any
one
who
has
ever
shifted
feathers
from
one
tick
to
another
will
not
need
to
be
told
that
when
Anne
finished
she
was
a
sight
to
behold
.
Her
dress
was
white
with
down
and
fluff
,
and
her
front
hair
,
escaping
from
under
the
handkerchief
,
was
adorned
with
a
veritable
halo
of
feathers
.
At
this
auspicious
moment
a
knock
sounded
at
the
kitchen
door
.
“
That
must
be
Mr
.
Shearer
,
”
thought
Anne
.
“
I
’
m
in
a
dreadful
mess
but
I
’
ll
have
to
run
down
as
I
am
,
for
he
’
s
always
in
a
hurry
.
”
Down
flew
Anne
to
the
kitchen
door
.
If
ever
a
charitable
floor
did
open
to
swallow
up
a
miserable
,
befeathered
damsel
the
Green
Gables
porch
floor
should
promptly
have
engulfed
Anne
at
that
moment
.
On
the
doorstep
were
standing
Priscilla
Grant
,
golden
and
fair
in
silk
attire
,
a
short
,
stout
gray
-
haired
lady
in
a
tweed
suit
,
and
another
lady
,
tall
stately
,
wonderfully
gowned
,
with
a
beautiful
,
highbred
face
and
large
,
black
-
lashed
violet
eyes
,
whom
Anne
“
instinctively
felt
,
”
as
she
would
have
said
in
her
earlier
days
,
to
be
Mrs
.
Charlotte
E
.
Morgan
.
In
the
dismay
of
the
moment
one
thought
stood
out
from
the
confusion
of
Anne
’
s
mind
and
she
grasped
at
it
as
at
the
proverbial
straw
.
All
Mrs
.
Morgan
’
s
heroines
were
noted
for
“
rising
to
the
occasion
.
”
No
matter
what
their
troubles
were
,
they
invariably
rose
to
the
occasion
and
showed
their
superiority
over
all
ills
of
time
,
space
,
and
quantity
.
Anne
therefore
felt
it
was
HER
duty
to
rise
to
the
occasion
and
she
did
it
,
so
perfectly
that
Priscilla
afterward
declared
she
never
admired
Anne
Shirley
more
than
at
that
moment
.
No
matter
what
her
outraged
feelings
were
she
did
not
show
them
.
She
greeted
Priscilla
and
was
introduced
to
her
companions
as
calmly
and
composedly
as
if
she
had
been
arrayed
in
purple
and
fine
linen
.
To
be
sure
,
it
was
somewhat
of
a
shock
to
find
that
the
lady
she
had
instinctively
felt
to
be
Mrs
.
Morgan
was
not
Mrs
.
Morgan
at
all
,
but
an
unknown
Mrs
.
Pendexter
,
while
the
stout
little
gray
-
haired
woman
was
Mrs
.
Morgan
;
but
in
the
greater
shock
the
lesser
lost
its
power
.
Anne
ushered
her
guests
to
the
spare
room
and
thence
into
the
parlor
,
where
she
left
them
while
she
hastened
out
to
help
Priscilla
unharness
her
horse
.
“
It
’
s
dreadful
to
come
upon
you
so
unexpectedly
as
this
,
”
apologized
Priscilla
,
“
but
I
did
not
know
till
last
night
that
we
were
coming
.
Aunt
Charlotte
is
going
away
Monday
and
she
had
promised
to
spend
today
with
a
friend
in
town
.
But
last
night
her
friend
telephoned
to
her
not
to
come
because
they
were
quarantined
for
scarlet
fever
.
So
I
suggested
we
come
here
instead
,
for
I
knew
you
were
longing
to
see
her
.
We
called
at
the
White
Sands
Hotel
and
brought
Mrs
.
Pendexter
with
us
.
She
is
a
friend
of
aunt
’
s
and
lives
in
New
York
and
her
husband
is
a
millionaire
.
We
can
’
t
stay
very
long
,
for
Mrs
.
Pendexter
has
to
be
back
at
the
hotel
by
five
o
’
clock
.
”
Several
times
while
they
were
putting
away
the
horse
Anne
caught
Priscilla
looking
at
her
in
a
furtive
,
puzzled
way
.
“
She
needn
’
t
stare
at
me
so
,
”
Anne
thought
a
little
resentfully
.
“
If
she
doesn
’
t
KNOW
what
it
is
to
change
a
feather
bed
she
might
IMAGINE
it
.
”
When
Priscilla
had
gone
to
the
parlor
,
and
before
Anne
could
escape
upstairs
,
Diana
walked
into
the
kitchen
.
Anne
caught
her
astonished
friend
by
the
arm
.
“
Diana
Barry
,
who
do
you
suppose
is
in
that
parlor
at
this
very
moment
?
Mrs
.
Charlotte
E
.
Morgan
.
.
.
and
a
New
York
millionaire
’
s
wife
.
.
.
and
here
I
am
like
THIS
.
.
.
and
NOT
A
THING
IN
THE
HOUSE
FOR
DINNER
BUT
A
COLD
HAM
BONE
,
Diana
!
”
