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“
Which
of
these
do
we
take
?
”
asked
Diana
dubiously
.
Anne
shook
her
head
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
and
we
can
’
t
afford
to
make
any
more
mistakes
.
Here
is
a
gate
and
a
lane
leading
right
into
the
wood
.
There
must
be
a
house
at
the
other
side
.
Let
us
go
down
and
inquire
.
”
“
What
a
romantic
old
lane
this
it
,
”
said
Diana
,
as
they
walked
along
its
twists
and
turns
.
It
ran
under
patriarchal
old
firs
whose
branches
met
above
,
creating
a
perpetual
gloom
in
which
nothing
except
moss
could
grow
.
On
either
hand
were
brown
wood
floors
,
crossed
here
and
there
by
fallen
lances
of
sunlight
.
All
was
very
still
and
remote
,
as
if
the
world
and
the
cares
of
the
world
were
far
away
.
“
I
feel
as
if
we
were
walking
through
an
enchanted
forest
,
”
said
Anne
in
a
hushed
tone
.
“
Do
you
suppose
we
’
ll
ever
find
our
way
back
to
the
real
world
again
,
Diana
?
We
shall
presently
come
to
a
palace
with
a
spellbound
princess
in
it
,
I
think
.
”
Around
the
next
turn
they
came
in
sight
,
not
indeed
of
a
palace
,
but
of
a
little
house
almost
as
surprising
as
a
palace
would
have
been
in
this
province
of
conventional
wooden
farmhouses
,
all
as
much
alike
in
general
characteristics
as
if
they
had
grown
from
the
same
seed
.
Anne
stopped
short
in
rapture
and
Diana
exclaimed
,
“
Oh
,
I
know
where
we
are
now
.
That
is
the
little
stone
house
where
Miss
Lavendar
Lewis
lives
.
.
.
Echo
Lodge
,
she
calls
it
,
I
think
.
I
’
ve
often
heard
of
it
but
I
’
ve
never
seen
it
before
.
Isn
’
t
it
a
romantic
spot
?
”
“
It
’
s
the
sweetest
,
prettiest
place
I
ever
saw
or
imagined
,
”
said
Anne
delightedly
.
“
It
looks
like
a
bit
out
of
a
story
book
or
a
dream
.
”
The
house
was
a
low
-
eaved
structure
built
of
undressed
blocks
of
red
Island
sandstone
,
with
a
little
peaked
roof
out
of
which
peered
two
dormer
windows
,
with
quaint
wooden
hoods
over
them
,
and
two
great
chimneys
.
The
whole
house
was
covered
with
a
luxuriant
growth
of
ivy
,
finding
easy
foothold
on
the
rough
stonework
and
turned
by
autumn
frosts
to
most
beautiful
bronze
and
wine
-
red
tints
.
Before
the
house
was
an
oblong
garden
into
which
the
lane
gate
where
the
girls
were
standing
opened
.
The
house
bounded
it
on
one
side
;
on
the
three
others
it
was
enclosed
by
an
old
stone
dyke
,
so
overgrown
with
moss
and
grass
and
ferns
that
it
looked
like
a
high
,
green
bank
.
On
the
right
and
left
the
tall
,
dark
spruces
spread
their
palm
-
like
branches
over
it
;
but
below
it
was
a
little
meadow
,
green
with
clover
aftermath
,
sloping
down
to
the
blue
loop
of
the
Grafton
River
.
No
other
house
or
clearing
was
in
sight
.
.
.
