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"
Oh
,
my
mind
agrees
with
you
,
Anne
.
But
my
soul
remains
doleful
and
uninspired
.
I
'm
always
grubby
and
dingy
on
rainy
nights
.
"
"
Some
nights
I
like
the
rain
--
I
like
to
lie
in
bed
and
hear
it
pattering
on
the
roof
and
drifting
through
the
pines
.
"
"
I
like
it
when
it
stays
on
the
roof
,
"
said
Stella
.
"
It
does
n't
always
.
I
spent
a
gruesome
night
in
an
old
country
farmhouse
last
summer
.
The
roof
leaked
and
the
rain
came
pattering
down
on
my
bed
.
There
was
no
poetry
in
THAT
.
I
had
to
get
up
in
the
'
mirk
midnight
'
and
chivy
round
to
pull
the
bedstead
out
of
the
drip
--
and
it
was
one
of
those
solid
,
old-fashioned
beds
that
weigh
a
ton
--
more
or
less
.
And
then
that
drip-drop
,
drip-drop
kept
up
all
night
until
my
nerves
just
went
to
pieces
.
You
've
no
idea
what
an
eerie
noise
a
great
drop
of
rain
falling
with
a
mushy
thud
on
a
bare
floor
makes
in
the
night
.
It
sounds
like
ghostly
footsteps
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
.
What
are
you
laughing
over
,
Anne
?
"
"
These
stories
.
As
Phil
would
say
they
are
killing
--
in
more
senses
than
one
,
for
everybody
died
in
them
.
What
dazzlingly
lovely
heroines
we
had
--
and
how
we
dressed
them
!
"
Silks
--
satins
--
velvets
--
jewels
--
laces
--
they
never
wore
anything
else
.
Here
is
one
of
Jane
Andrews
'
stories
depicting
her
heroine
as
sleeping
in
a
beautiful
white
satin
nightdress
trimmed
with
seed
pearls
.
"
"
Go
on
,
"
said
Stella
.
"
I
begin
to
feel
that
life
is
worth
living
as
long
as
there
's
a
laugh
in
it
.
"
"
Here
's
one
I
wrote
.
My
heroine
is
disporting
herself
at
a
ball
'
glittering
from
head
to
foot
with
large
diamonds
of
the
first
water
.
'
But
what
booted
beauty
or
rich
attire
?
'
The
paths
of
glory
lead
but
to
the
grave
.
'
They
must
either
be
murdered
or
die
of
a
broken
heart
.
There
was
no
escape
for
them
.
"
"
Let
me
read
some
of
your
stories
.
"
"
Well
,
here
's
my
masterpiece
.
Note
its
cheerful
title
--
'
My
Graves
.
'
I
shed
quarts
of
tears
while
writing
it
,
and
the
other
girls
shed
gallons
while
I
read
it
.
