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"
It
's
almost
exactly
as
I
've
pictured
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
is
no
honeysuckle
over
the
windows
,
but
there
is
a
lilac
tree
by
the
gate
,
and
--
yes
,
there
are
the
muslin
curtains
in
the
windows
.
How
glad
I
am
it
is
still
painted
yellow
.
"
A
very
tall
,
very
thin
woman
opened
the
door
.
"
Yes
,
the
Shirleys
lived
here
twenty
years
ago
,
"
she
said
,
in
answer
to
Anne
's
question
.
"
They
had
it
rented
.
I
remember
'
em
.
They
both
died
of
fever
at
onct
.
It
was
turrible
sad
.
They
left
a
baby
.
I
guess
it
's
dead
long
ago
.
It
was
a
sickly
thing
.
Old
Thomas
and
his
wife
took
it
--
as
if
they
had
n't
enough
of
their
own
.
"
"
It
did
n't
die
,
"
said
Anne
,
smiling
.
"
I
was
that
baby
.
"
"
You
do
n't
say
so
!
Why
,
you
have
grown
,
"
exclaimed
the
woman
,
as
if
she
were
much
surprised
that
Anne
was
not
still
a
baby
.
"
Come
to
look
at
you
,
I
see
the
resemblance
.
You
're
complected
like
your
pa
.
He
had
red
hair
.
But
you
favor
your
ma
in
your
eyes
and
mouth
.
She
was
a
nice
little
thing
.
My
darter
went
to
school
to
her
and
was
nigh
crazy
about
her
.
They
was
buried
in
the
one
grave
and
the
School
Board
put
up
a
tombstone
to
them
as
a
reward
for
faithful
service
.
Will
you
come
in
?
"
"
Will
you
let
me
go
all
over
the
house
?
"
asked
Anne
eagerly
.
"
Laws
,
yes
,
you
can
if
you
like
.
'
Two
n't
take
you
long
--
there
ai
n't
much
of
it
.
I
keep
at
my
man
to
build
a
new
kitchen
,
but
he
ai
n't
one
of
your
hustlers
.
The
parlor
's
in
there
and
there
's
two
rooms
upstairs
.
Just
prowl
about
yourselves
.
I
've
got
to
see
to
the
baby
.
The
east
room
was
the
one
you
were
born
in
.
I
remember
your
ma
saying
she
loved
to
see
the
sunrise
;
and
I
mind
hearing
that
you
was
born
just
as
the
sun
was
rising
and
its
light
on
your
face
was
the
first
thing
your
ma
saw
.
"
Anne
went
up
the
narrow
stairs
and
into
that
little
east
room
with
a
full
heart
.
It
was
as
a
shrine
to
her
.
Here
her
mother
had
dreamed
the
exquisite
,
happy
dreams
of
anticipated
motherhood
;
here
that
red
sunrise
light
had
fallen
over
them
both
in
the
sacred
hour
of
birth
;
here
her
mother
had
died
.
Anne
looked
about
her
reverently
,
her
eyes
with
tears
.
It
was
for
her
one
of
the
jeweled
hours
of
life
that
gleam
out
radiantly
forever
in
memory
.
