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"
Shall
you
be
home
Saturday
afternoon
?
"
asked
Roy
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
My
mother
and
sisters
are
coming
to
call
on
you
,
"
said
Roy
quietly
.
Something
went
over
Anne
which
might
be
described
as
a
thrill
,
but
it
was
hardly
a
pleasant
one
.
She
had
never
met
any
of
Roy
's
family
;
she
realized
the
significance
of
his
statement
;
and
it
had
,
somehow
,
an
irrevocableness
about
it
that
chilled
her
.
"
I
shall
be
glad
to
see
them
,
"
she
said
flatly
;
and
then
wondered
if
she
really
would
be
glad
.
She
ought
to
be
,
of
course
.
But
would
it
not
be
something
of
an
ordeal
?
Gossip
had
filtered
to
Anne
regarding
the
light
in
which
the
Gardners
viewed
the
"
infatuation
"
of
son
and
brother
.
Roy
must
have
brought
pressure
to
bear
in
the
matter
of
this
call
.
Anne
knew
she
would
be
weighed
in
the
balance
.
From
the
fact
that
they
had
consented
to
call
she
understood
that
,
willingly
or
unwillingly
,
they
regarded
her
as
a
possible
member
of
their
clan
.
"
I
shall
just
be
myself
.
I
shall
not
TRY
to
make
a
good
impression
,
"
thought
Anne
loftily
.
But
she
was
wondering
what
dress
she
would
better
wear
Saturday
afternoon
,
and
if
the
new
style
of
high
hair-dressing
would
suit
her
better
than
the
old
;
and
the
walking
party
was
rather
spoiled
for
her
.
By
night
she
had
decided
that
she
would
wear
her
brown
chiffon
on
Saturday
,
but
would
do
her
hair
low
.
Friday
afternoon
none
of
the
girls
had
classes
at
Redmond
.
Stella
took
the
opportunity
to
write
a
paper
for
the
Philomathic
Society
,
and
was
sitting
at
the
table
in
the
corner
of
the
living-room
with
an
untidy
litter
of
notes
and
manuscript
on
the
floor
around
her
.
Stella
always
vowed
she
never
could
write
anything
unless
she
threw
each
sheet
down
as
she
completed
it
.
Anne
,
in
her
flannel
blouse
and
serge
skirt
,
with
her
hair
rather
blown
from
her
windy
walk
home
,
was
sitting
squarely
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
teasing
the
Sarah-cat
with
a
wishbone
.
Joseph
and
Rusty
were
both
curled
up
in
her
lap
.
A
warm
plummy
odor
filled
the
whole
house
,
for
Priscilla
was
cooking
in
the
kitchen
.
Presently
she
came
in
,
enshrouded
in
a
huge
work-apron
,
with
a
smudge
of
flour
on
her
nose
,
to
show
Aunt
Jamesina
the
chocolate
cake
she
had
just
iced
.
At
this
auspicious
moment
the
knocker
sounded
.
Nobody
paid
any
attention
to
it
save
Phil
,
who
sprang
up
and
opened
it
,
expecting
a
boy
with
the
hat
she
had
bought
that
morning
.
On
the
doorstep
stood
Mrs.
Gardner
and
her
daughters
.
Anne
scrambled
to
her
feet
somehow
,
emptying
two
indignant
cats
out
of
her
lap
as
she
did
so
,
and
mechanically
shifting
her
wishbone
from
her
right
hand
to
her
left
.
Priscilla
,
who
would
have
had
to
cross
the
room
to
reach
the
kitchen
door
,
lost
her
head
,
wildly
plunged
the
chocolate
cake
under
a
cushion
on
the
inglenook
sofa
,
and
dashed
upstairs
.
Stella
began
feverishly
gathering
up
her
manuscript
.
Only
Aunt
Jamesina
and
Phil
remained
normal
.
Thanks
to
them
,
everybody
was
soon
sitting
at
ease
,
even
Anne
.
Priscilla
came
down
,
apronless
and
smudgeless
,
Stella
reduced
her
corner
to
decency
,
and
Phil
saved
the
situation
by
a
stream
of
ready
small
talk
.
