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They
’
re
all
grown
up
and
doing
well
.
.
.
and
one
of
them
is
a
butcher
.
And
flowers
and
songs
couldn
’
t
have
ghosts
anyhow
.
”
Anne
smothered
a
little
sigh
.
She
loved
Diana
dearly
and
they
had
always
been
good
comrades
.
But
she
had
long
ago
learned
that
when
she
wandered
into
the
realm
of
fancy
she
must
go
alone
.
The
way
to
it
was
by
an
enchanted
path
where
not
even
her
dearest
might
follow
her
.
A
thunder
-
shower
came
up
while
the
girls
were
at
Carmody
;
it
did
not
last
long
,
however
,
and
the
drive
home
,
through
lanes
where
the
raindrops
sparkled
on
the
boughs
and
little
leafy
valleys
where
the
drenched
ferns
gave
out
spicy
odors
,
was
delightful
.
But
just
as
they
turned
into
the
Cuthbert
lane
Anne
saw
something
that
spoiled
the
beauty
of
the
landscape
for
her
.
Before
them
on
the
right
extended
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
broad
,
gray
-
green
field
of
late
oats
,
wet
and
luxuriant
;
and
there
,
standing
squarely
in
the
middle
of
it
,
up
to
her
sleek
sides
in
the
lush
growth
,
and
blinking
at
them
calmly
over
the
intervening
tassels
,
was
a
Jersey
cow
!
Anne
dropped
the
reins
and
stood
up
with
a
tightening
of
the
lips
that
boded
no
good
to
the
predatory
quadruped
.
Not
a
word
said
she
,
but
she
climbed
nimbly
down
over
the
wheels
,
and
whisked
across
the
fence
before
Diana
understood
what
had
happened
.
“
Anne
,
come
back
,
”
shrieked
the
latter
,
as
soon
as
she
found
her
voice
.
“
You
’
ll
ruin
your
dress
in
that
wet
grain
.
.
.
ruin
it
.
She
doesn
’
t
hear
me
!
Well
,
she
’
ll
never
get
that
cow
out
by
herself
.
I
must
go
and
help
her
,
of
course
.
”
Anne
was
charging
through
the
grain
like
a
mad
thing
.
Diana
hopped
briskly
down
,
tied
the
horse
securely
to
a
post
,
turned
the
skirt
of
her
pretty
gingham
dress
over
her
shoulders
,
mounted
the
fence
,
and
started
in
pursuit
of
her
frantic
friend
.
She
could
run
faster
than
Anne
,
who
was
hampered
by
her
clinging
and
drenched
skirt
,
and
soon
overtook
her
.
Behind
them
they
left
a
trail
that
would
break
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
heart
when
he
should
see
it
.
“
Anne
,
for
mercy
’
s
sake
,
stop
,
”
panted
poor
Diana
.
“
I
’
m
right
out
of
breath
and
you
are
wet
to
the
skin
.
”
“
I
must
.
.
.
get
.
.
.
that
cow
.
.
.
out
.
.
.
before
.
.
.
Mr
.
Harrison
.
.
.
sees
her
,
”
gasped
Anne
.
“
I
don
’
t
.
.
.
care
.
.
.
if
I
’
m
.
.
.
drowned
.
.
.
if
we
.
.
.
can
.
.
.
only
.
.
.
do
that
.
”
