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"
I
heard
today
that
Gilbert
Blythe
's
engagement
to
Christine
Stuart
was
to
be
announced
as
soon
as
Convocation
was
over
.
Did
you
hear
anything
of
it
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Anne
.
"
I
think
it
's
true
,
"
said
Phil
lightly
.
Anne
did
not
speak
.
In
the
darkness
she
felt
her
face
burning
.
She
slipped
her
hand
inside
her
collar
and
caught
at
the
gold
chain
.
One
energetic
twist
and
it
gave
way
.
Anne
thrust
the
broken
trinket
into
her
pocket
.
Her
hands
were
trembling
and
her
eyes
were
smarting
.
But
she
was
the
gayest
of
all
the
gay
revellers
that
night
,
and
told
Gilbert
unregretfully
that
her
card
was
full
when
he
came
to
ask
her
for
a
dance
.
Afterwards
,
when
she
sat
with
the
girls
before
the
dying
embers
at
Patty
's
Place
,
removing
the
spring
chilliness
from
their
satin
skins
,
none
chatted
more
blithely
than
she
of
the
day
's
events
.
"
Moody
Spurgeon
MacPherson
called
here
tonight
after
you
left
,
"
said
Aunt
Jamesina
,
who
had
sat
up
to
keep
the
fire
on
.
"
He
did
n't
know
about
the
graduation
dance
.
That
boy
ought
to
sleep
with
a
rubber
band
around
his
head
to
train
his
ears
not
to
stick
out
.
I
had
a
beau
once
who
did
that
and
it
improved
him
immensely
.
It
was
I
who
suggested
it
to
him
and
he
took
my
advice
,
but
he
never
forgave
me
for
it
.
"
"
Moody
Spurgeon
is
a
very
serious
young
man
,
"
yawned
Priscilla
.
"
He
is
concerned
with
graver
matters
than
his
ears
.
He
is
going
to
be
a
minister
,
you
know
.
"
"
Well
,
I
suppose
the
Lord
does
n't
regard
the
ears
of
a
man
,
"
said
Aunt
Jamesina
gravely
,
dropping
all
further
criticism
of
Moody
Spurgeon
Aunt
Jamesina
had
a
proper
respect
for
the
cloth
even
in
the
case
of
an
unfledged
parson
.
"
Just
imagine
--
this
night
week
I
'll
be
in
Avonlea
--
delightful
thought
!
"
said
Anne
,
bending
over
the
box
in
which
she
was
packing
Mrs.
Rachel
Lynde
's
quilts
.
"
But
just
imagine
--
this
night
week
I
'll
be
gone
forever
from
Patty
's
Place
--
horrible
thought
!
"
