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“
Oh
,
I
can
’
t
go
,
”
said
Anne
confusedly
.
“
But
yet
—
I
must
,
or
Matthew
will
be
disappointed
.
He
said
they
would
encore
me
.
”
“
Then
don
’
t
disappoint
Matthew
,
”
said
the
pink
lady
,
laughing
.
Smiling
,
blushing
,
limpid
eyed
,
Anne
tripped
back
and
gave
a
quaint
,
funny
little
selection
that
captivated
her
audience
still
further
.
The
rest
of
the
evening
was
quite
a
little
triumph
for
her
.
When
the
concert
was
over
,
the
stout
,
pink
lady
—
who
was
the
wife
of
an
American
millionaire
—
took
her
under
her
wing
,
and
introduced
her
to
everybody
;
and
everybody
was
very
nice
to
her
.
The
professional
elocutionist
,
Mrs
.
Evans
,
came
and
chatted
with
her
,
telling
her
that
she
had
a
charming
voice
and
“
interpreted
”
her
selections
beautifully
.
Even
the
white
-
lace
girl
paid
her
a
languid
little
compliment
.
They
had
supper
in
the
big
,
beautifully
decorated
dining
room
;
Diana
and
Jane
were
invited
to
partake
of
this
,
also
,
since
they
had
come
with
Anne
,
but
Billy
was
nowhere
to
be
found
,
having
decamped
in
mortal
fear
of
some
such
invitation
.
He
was
in
waiting
for
them
,
with
the
team
,
however
,
when
it
was
all
over
,
and
the
three
girls
came
merrily
out
into
the
calm
,
white
moonshine
radiance
.
Anne
breathed
deeply
,
and
looked
into
the
clear
sky
beyond
the
dark
boughs
of
the
firs
.
Oh
,
it
was
good
to
be
out
again
in
the
purity
and
silence
of
the
night
!
How
great
and
still
and
wonderful
everything
was
,
with
the
murmur
of
the
sea
sounding
through
it
and
the
darkling
cliffs
beyond
like
grim
giants
guarding
enchanted
coasts
.
“
Hasn
’
t
it
been
a
perfectly
splendid
time
?
”
sighed
Jane
,
as
they
drove
away
.
“
I
just
wish
I
was
a
rich
American
and
could
spend
my
summer
at
a
hotel
and
wear
jewels
and
low
-
necked
dresses
and
have
ice
cream
and
chicken
salad
every
blessed
day
.
I
’
m
sure
it
would
be
ever
so
much
more
fun
than
teaching
school
.
Anne
,
your
recitation
was
simply
great
,
although
I
thought
at
first
you
were
never
going
to
begin
.
I
think
it
was
better
than
Mrs
.
Evans
’
s
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
don
’
t
say
things
like
that
,
Jane
,
”
said
Anne
quickly
,
“
because
it
sounds
silly
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
better
than
Mrs
.
Evans
’
s
,
you
know
,
for
she
is
a
professional
,
and
I
’
m
only
a
schoolgirl
,
with
a
little
knack
of
reciting
.
I
’
m
quite
satisfied
if
the
people
just
liked
mine
pretty
well
.
”
“
I
’
ve
a
compliment
for
you
,
Anne
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
At
least
I
think
it
must
be
a
compliment
because
of
the
tone
he
said
it
in
.
Part
of
it
was
anyhow
.
There
was
an
American
sitting
behind
Jane
and
me
—
such
a
romantic
-
looking
man
,
with
coal
-
black
hair
and
eyes
.
Josie
Pye
says
he
is
a
distinguished
artist
,
and
that
her
mother
’
s
cousin
in
Boston
is
married
to
a
man
that
used
to
go
to
school
with
him
.
Well
,
we
heard
him
say
—
didn
’
t
we
,
Jane
?
—
‘
Who
is
that
girl
on
the
platform
with
the
splendid
Titian
hair
?
She
has
a
face
I
should
like
to
paint
.
’
There
now
,
Anne
But
what
does
Titian
hair
mean
?
”
“
Being
interpreted
it
means
plain
red
,
I
guess
,
”
laughed
Anne
.
“
Titian
was
a
very
famous
artist
who
liked
to
paint
red
-
haired
women
.
”
