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"
But
I
could
not
find
my
fare
.
I
concluded
I
must
have
put
it
in
my
mouth
and
swallowed
it
inadvertently
.
"
I
did
n't
know
what
to
do
.
Would
the
conductor
,
I
wondered
,
stop
the
car
and
put
me
off
in
ignominy
and
shame
?
Was
it
possible
that
I
could
convince
him
that
I
was
merely
the
victim
of
my
own
absentmindedness
,
and
not
an
unprincipled
creature
trying
to
obtain
a
ride
upon
false
pretenses
?
How
I
wished
that
Alec
or
Alonzo
were
there
.
But
they
were
n't
because
I
wanted
them
.
If
I
HAD
N'T
wanted
them
they
would
have
been
there
by
the
dozen
.
And
I
could
n't
decide
what
to
say
to
the
conductor
when
he
came
around
.
As
soon
as
I
got
one
sentence
of
explanation
mapped
out
in
my
mind
I
felt
nobody
could
believe
it
and
I
must
compose
another
.
It
seemed
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
trust
in
Providence
,
and
for
all
the
comfort
that
gave
me
I
might
as
well
have
been
the
old
lady
who
,
when
told
by
the
captain
during
a
storm
that
she
must
put
her
trust
in
the
Almighty
exclaimed
,
'
Oh
,
Captain
,
is
it
as
bad
as
that
?
'
"
Just
at
the
conventional
moment
,
when
all
hope
had
fled
,
and
the
conductor
was
holding
out
his
box
to
the
passenger
next
to
me
,
I
suddenly
remembered
where
I
had
put
that
wretched
coin
of
the
realm
.
I
had
n't
swallowed
it
after
all
.
I
meekly
fished
it
out
of
the
index
finger
of
my
glove
and
poked
it
in
the
box
.
I
smiled
at
everybody
and
felt
that
it
was
a
beautiful
world
.
"
The
visit
to
Echo
Lodge
was
not
the
least
pleasant
of
many
pleasant
holiday
outings
.
Anne
and
Diana
went
back
to
it
by
the
old
way
of
the
beech
woods
,
carrying
a
lunch
basket
with
them
.
Echo
Lodge
,
which
had
been
closed
ever
since
Miss
Lavendar
's
wedding
,
was
briefly
thrown
open
to
wind
and
sunshine
once
more
,
and
firelight
glimmered
again
in
the
little
rooms
.
The
perfume
of
Miss
Lavendar
's
rose
bowl
still
filled
the
air
.
It
was
hardly
possible
to
believe
that
Miss
Lavendar
would
not
come
tripping
in
presently
,
with
her
brown
eyes
a-star
with
welcome
,
and
that
Charlotta
the
Fourth
,
blue
of
bow
and
wide
of
smile
,
would
not
pop
through
the
door
Paul
,
too
,
seemed
hovering
around
,
with
his
fairy
fancies
.
"
It
really
makes
me
feel
a
little
bit
like
a
ghost
revisiting
the
old
time
glimpses
of
the
moon
,
"
laughed
Anne
.
"
Let
's
go
out
and
see
if
the
echoes
are
at
home
.
Bring
the
old
horn
.
It
is
still
behind
the
kitchen
door
.
"
The
echoes
were
at
home
,
over
the
white
river
,
as
silver-clear
and
multitudinous
as
ever
;
and
when
they
had
ceased
to
answer
the
girls
locked
up
Echo
Lodge
again
and
went
away
in
the
perfect
half
hour
that
follows
the
rose
and
saffron
of
a
winter
sunset
.
The
old
year
did
not
slip
away
in
a
green
twilight
,
with
a
pinky-yellow
sunset
.
Instead
,
it
went
out
with
a
wild
,
white
bluster
and
blow
.
It
was
one
of
the
nights
when
the
storm-wind
hurtles
over
the
frozen
meadows
and
black
hollows
,
and
moans
around
the
eaves
like
a
lost
creature
,
and
drives
the
snow
sharply
against
the
shaking
panes
.
"
Just
the
sort
of
night
people
like
to
cuddle
down
between
their
blankets
and
count
their
mercies
,
"
said
Anne
to
Jane
Andrews
,
who
had
come
up
to
spend
the
afternoon
and
stay
all
night
.
But
when
they
were
cuddled
between
their
blankets
,
in
Anne
's
little
porch
room
,
it
was
not
her
mercies
of
which
Jane
was
thinking
.
