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"
Pickwick
.
"
"
That
's
a
book
that
always
makes
me
hungry
,
"
said
Phil
.
"
There
's
so
much
good
eating
in
it
.
The
characters
seem
always
to
be
reveling
on
ham
and
eggs
and
milk
punch
.
I
generally
go
on
a
cupboard
rummage
after
reading
Pickwick
.
The
mere
thought
reminds
me
that
I
'm
starving
.
Is
there
any
tidbit
in
the
pantry
,
Queen
Anne
?
"
"
I
made
a
lemon
pie
this
morning
.
You
may
have
a
piece
of
it
.
"
Phil
dashed
out
to
the
pantry
and
Anne
betook
herself
to
the
orchard
in
company
with
Rusty
.
It
was
a
moist
,
pleasantly-odorous
night
in
early
spring
.
The
snow
was
not
quite
all
gone
from
the
park
;
a
little
dingy
bank
of
it
yet
lay
under
the
pines
of
the
harbor
road
,
screened
from
the
influence
of
April
suns
.
It
kept
the
harbor
road
muddy
,
and
chilled
the
evening
air
.
But
grass
was
growing
green
in
sheltered
spots
and
Gilbert
had
found
some
pale
,
sweet
arbutus
in
a
hidden
corner
.
He
came
up
from
the
park
,
his
hands
full
of
it
.
Anne
was
sitting
on
the
big
gray
boulder
in
the
orchard
looking
at
the
poem
of
a
bare
,
birchen
bough
hanging
against
the
pale
red
sunset
with
the
very
perfection
of
grace
.
She
was
building
a
castle
in
air
--
a
wondrous
mansion
whose
sunlit
courts
and
stately
halls
were
steeped
in
Araby
's
perfume
,
and
where
she
reigned
queen
and
chatelaine
.
She
frowned
as
she
saw
Gilbert
coming
through
the
orchard
.
Of
late
she
had
managed
not
to
be
left
alone
with
Gilbert
.
But
he
had
caught
her
fairly
now
;
and
even
Rusty
had
deserted
her
.
Gilbert
sat
down
beside
her
on
the
boulder
and
held
out
his
Mayflowers
.
"
Do
n't
these
remind
you
of
home
and
our
old
schoolday
picnics
,
Anne
?
"
Anne
took
them
and
buried
her
face
in
them
.
"
I
'm
in
Mr.
Silas
Sloane
's
barrens
this
very
minute
,
"
she
said
rapturously
.
