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There
were
not
lacking
those
who
would
gladly
have
stepped
into
Gilbert
's
vacant
place
.
But
Anne
snubbed
them
without
fear
and
without
reproach
.
If
the
real
Prince
Charming
was
never
to
come
she
would
have
none
of
a
substitute
.
So
she
sternly
told
herself
that
gray
day
in
the
windy
park
.
Suddenly
the
rain
of
Aunt
Jamesina
's
prophecy
came
with
a
swish
and
rush
.
Anne
put
up
her
umbrella
and
hurried
down
the
slope
.
As
she
turned
out
on
the
harbor
road
a
savage
gust
of
wind
tore
along
it
.
Instantly
her
umbrella
turned
wrong
side
out
.
Anne
clutched
at
it
in
despair
.
And
then
--
there
came
a
voice
close
to
her
.
"
Pardon
me
--
may
I
offer
you
the
shelter
of
my
umbrella
?
"
Anne
looked
up
.
Tall
and
handsome
and
distinguished-looking
--
dark
,
melancholy
,
inscrutable
eyes
--
melting
,
musical
,
sympathetic
voice
--
yes
,
the
very
hero
of
her
dreams
stood
before
her
in
the
flesh
.
He
could
not
have
more
closely
resembled
her
ideal
if
he
had
been
made
to
order
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
confusedly
.
"
We
'd
better
hurry
over
to
that
little
pavillion
on
the
point
,
"
suggested
the
unknown
.
"
We
can
wait
there
until
this
shower
is
over
.
It
is
not
likely
to
rain
so
heavily
very
long
.
"
The
words
were
very
commonplace
,
but
oh
,
the
tone
!
And
the
smile
which
accompanied
them
!
Anne
felt
her
heart
beating
strangely
.
Together
they
scurried
to
the
pavilion
and
sat
breathlessly
down
under
its
friendly
roof
.
Anne
laughingly
held
up
her
false
umbrella
.
"
It
is
when
my
umbrella
turns
inside
out
that
I
am
convinced
of
the
total
depravity
of
inanimate
things
,
"
she
said
gaily
.
