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“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
so
do
I
.
That
’
s
just
exactly
how
I
feel
too
,
ma
’
am
,
”
agreed
Charlotta
the
Fourth
,
who
would
have
said
precisely
the
same
thing
if
Anne
had
remarked
that
she
felt
like
a
pelican
of
the
wilderness
.
Always
after
Anne
had
visited
Echo
Lodge
Charlotta
the
Fourth
mounted
to
her
little
room
over
the
kitchen
and
tried
before
her
looking
glass
to
speak
and
look
and
move
like
Anne
.
Charlotta
could
never
flatter
herself
that
she
quite
succeeded
;
but
practice
makes
perfect
,
as
Charlotta
had
learned
at
school
,
and
she
fondly
hoped
that
in
time
she
might
catch
the
trick
of
that
dainty
uplift
of
chin
,
that
quick
,
starry
outflashing
of
eyes
,
that
fashion
of
walking
as
if
you
were
a
bough
swaying
in
the
wind
.
It
seemed
so
easy
when
you
watched
Anne
.
Charlotta
the
Fourth
admired
Anne
wholeheartedly
.
It
was
not
that
she
thought
her
so
very
handsome
.
Diana
Barry
’
s
beauty
of
crimson
cheek
and
black
curls
was
much
more
to
Charlotta
the
Fourth
’
s
taste
than
Anne
’
s
moonshine
charm
of
luminous
gray
eyes
and
the
pale
,
everchanging
roses
of
her
cheeks
.
“
But
I
’
d
rather
look
like
you
than
be
pretty
,
”
she
told
Anne
sincerely
.
Anne
laughed
,
sipped
the
honey
from
the
tribute
,
and
cast
away
the
sting
.
She
was
used
to
taking
her
compliments
mixed
.
Public
opinion
never
agreed
on
Anne
’
s
looks
.
People
who
had
heard
her
called
handsome
met
her
and
were
disappointed
.
People
who
had
heard
her
called
plain
saw
her
and
wondered
where
other
people
’
s
eyes
were
.
Anne
herself
would
never
believe
that
she
had
any
claim
to
beauty
.
When
she
looked
in
the
glass
all
she
saw
was
a
little
pale
face
with
seven
freckles
on
the
nose
thereof
.
Her
mirror
never
revealed
to
her
the
elusive
,
ever
-
varying
play
of
feeling
that
came
and
went
over
her
features
like
a
rosy
illuminating
flame
,
or
the
charm
of
dream
and
laughter
alternating
in
her
big
eyes
.
While
Anne
was
not
beautiful
in
any
strictly
defined
sense
of
the
word
she
possessed
a
certain
evasive
charm
and
distinction
of
appearance
that
left
beholders
with
a
pleasurable
sense
of
satisfaction
in
that
softly
rounded
girlhood
of
hers
,
with
all
its
strongly
felt
potentialities
.
Those
who
knew
Anne
best
felt
,
without
realizing
that
they
felt
it
,
that
her
greatest
attraction
was
the
aura
of
possibility
surrounding
her
.
.
.
the
power
of
future
development
that
was
in
her
.
She
seemed
to
walk
in
an
atmosphere
of
things
about
to
happen
.
As
they
picked
,
Charlotta
the
Fourth
confided
to
Anne
her
fears
regarding
Miss
Lavendar
.
The
warm
-
hearted
little
handmaiden
was
honestly
worried
over
her
adored
mistress
’
condition
.
“
Miss
Lavendar
isn
’
t
well
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
I
’
m
sure
she
isn
’
t
,
though
she
never
complains
.
She
hasn
’
t
seemed
like
herself
this
long
while
,
ma
’
am
.
.
.
not
since
that
day
you
and
Paul
were
here
together
before
.
I
feel
sure
she
caught
cold
that
night
,
ma
’
am
.
After
you
and
him
had
gone
she
went
out
and
walked
in
the
garden
for
long
after
dark
with
nothing
but
a
little
shawl
on
her
.
There
was
a
lot
of
snow
on
the
walks
and
I
feel
sure
she
got
a
chill
,
ma
’
am
.
Ever
since
then
I
’
ve
noticed
her
acting
tired
and
lonesome
like
.
She
don
’
t
seem
to
take
an
interest
in
anything
,
ma
’
am
.
She
never
pretends
company
’
s
coming
,
nor
fixes
up
for
it
,
nor
nothing
,
ma
’
am
.
It
’
s
only
when
you
come
she
seems
to
chirk
up
a
bit
.
And
the
worst
sign
of
all
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
.
.
”
Charlotta
the
Fourth
lowered
her
voice
as
if
she
were
about
to
tell
some
exceedingly
weird
and
awful
symptom
indeed
.
.
.
“
is
that
she
never
gets
cross
now
when
I
breaks
things
.
Why
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
yesterday
I
bruk
her
green
and
yaller
bowl
that
’
s
always
stood
on
the
bookcase
.
Her
grandmother
brought
it
out
from
England
and
Miss
Lavendar
was
awful
choice
of
it
.
I
was
dusting
it
just
as
careful
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
and
it
slipped
out
,
so
fashion
,
afore
I
could
grab
holt
of
it
,
and
bruk
into
about
forty
millyun
pieces
.
I
tell
you
I
was
sorry
and
scared
.
I
thought
Miss
Lavendar
would
scold
me
awful
,
ma
’
am
;
and
I
’
d
ruther
she
had
than
take
it
the
way
she
did
.
She
just
come
in
and
hardly
looked
at
it
and
said
,
‘
It
’
s
no
matter
,
Charlotta
.
Take
up
the
pieces
and
throw
them
away
.
’
Just
like
that
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
.
.
.
‘
take
up
the
pieces
and
throw
them
away
,
’
as
if
it
wasn
’
t
her
grandmother
’
s
bowl
from
England
.
Oh
,
she
isn
’
t
well
and
I
feel
awful
bad
about
it
.
She
’
s
got
nobody
to
look
after
her
but
me
.
”
Charlotta
the
Fourth
’
s
eyes
brimmed
up
with
tears
.
Anne
patted
the
little
brown
paw
holding
the
cracked
pink
cup
sympathetically
.
“
I
think
Miss
Lavendar
needs
a
change
,
Charlotta
.
She
stays
here
alone
too
much
.
Can
’
t
we
induce
her
to
go
away
for
a
little
trip
?
”
