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They
went
through
the
form
of
having
tea
as
usual
that
night
at
Echo
Lodge
;
but
nobody
really
ate
anything
.
After
tea
Miss
Lavendar
went
to
her
room
and
put
on
her
new
forget
-
me
-
not
organdy
,
while
Anne
did
her
hair
for
her
.
Both
were
dreadfully
excited
;
but
Miss
Lavendar
pretended
to
be
very
calm
and
indifferent
.
“
I
must
really
mend
that
rent
in
the
curtain
tomorrow
,
”
she
said
anxiously
,
inspecting
it
as
if
it
were
the
only
thing
of
any
importance
just
then
.
“
Those
curtains
have
not
worn
as
well
as
they
should
,
considering
the
price
I
paid
.
Dear
me
,
Charlotta
has
forgotten
to
dust
the
stair
railing
AGAIN
.
I
really
MUST
speak
to
her
about
it
.
”
Anne
was
sitting
on
the
porch
steps
when
Stephen
Irving
came
down
the
lane
and
across
the
garden
.
“
This
is
the
one
place
where
time
stands
still
,
”
he
said
,
looking
around
him
with
delighted
eyes
.
“
There
is
nothing
changed
about
this
house
or
garden
since
I
was
here
twenty
-
five
years
ago
.
It
makes
me
feel
young
again
.
”
“
You
know
time
always
does
stand
still
in
an
enchanted
palace
,
”
said
Anne
seriously
.
“
It
is
only
when
the
prince
comes
that
things
begin
to
happen
.
”
Mr
.
Irving
smiled
a
little
sadly
into
her
uplifted
face
,
all
astar
with
its
youth
and
promise
.
“
Sometimes
the
prince
comes
too
late
,
”
he
said
.
He
did
not
ask
Anne
to
translate
her
remark
into
prose
.
Like
all
kindred
spirits
he
“
understood
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
not
if
he
is
the
real
prince
coming
to
the
true
princess
,
”
said
Anne
,
shaking
her
red
head
decidedly
,
as
she
opened
the
parlor
door
.
When
he
had
gone
in
she
shut
it
tightly
behind
him
and
turned
to
confront
Charlotta
the
Fourth
,
who
was
in
the
hall
,
all
“
nods
and
becks
and
wreathed
smiles
.
”
“
Oh
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
”
she
breathed
,
“
I
peeked
from
the
kitchen
window
.
.
.
and
he
’
s
awful
handsome
.
.
.
and
just
the
right
age
for
Miss
Lavendar
.
And
oh
,
Miss
Shirley
,
ma
’
am
,
do
you
think
it
would
be
much
harm
to
listen
at
the
door
?
”
