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Anne
sat
up
.
"
Davy
Keith
,
"
she
said
,
"
go
straight
to
your
bed
and
do
n't
let
me
catch
you
out
of
it
again
tonight
!
Go
,
now
!
"
Davy
went
,
and
stood
not
upon
the
order
of
his
going
.
Anne
was
sitting
with
Ruby
Gillis
in
the
Gillis
'
garden
after
the
day
had
crept
lingeringly
through
it
and
was
gone
.
It
had
been
a
warm
,
smoky
summer
afternoon
.
The
world
was
in
a
splendor
of
out-flowering
.
The
idle
valleys
were
full
of
hazes
.
The
woodways
were
pranked
with
shadows
and
the
fields
with
the
purple
of
the
asters
.
Anne
had
given
up
a
moonlight
drive
to
the
White
Sands
beach
that
she
might
spend
the
evening
with
Ruby
.
She
had
so
spent
many
evenings
that
summer
,
although
she
often
wondered
what
good
it
did
any
one
,
and
sometimes
went
home
deciding
that
she
could
not
go
again
.
Ruby
grew
paler
as
the
summer
waned
;
the
White
Sands
school
was
given
up
--
"
her
father
thought
it
better
that
she
should
n't
teach
till
New
Year
's
"
--
and
the
fancy
work
she
loved
oftener
and
oftener
fell
from
hands
grown
too
weary
for
it
.
But
she
was
always
gay
,
always
hopeful
,
always
chattering
and
whispering
of
her
beaux
,
and
their
rivalries
and
despairs
.
It
was
this
that
made
Anne
's
visits
hard
for
her
.
What
had
once
been
silly
or
amusing
was
gruesome
,
now
;
it
was
death
peering
through
a
wilful
mask
of
life
.
Yet
Ruby
seemed
to
cling
to
her
,
and
never
let
her
go
until
she
had
promised
to
come
again
soon
.
Mrs.
Lynde
grumbled
about
Anne
's
frequent
visits
,
and
declared
she
would
catch
consumption
;
even
Marilla
was
dubious
.
"
Every
time
you
go
to
see
Ruby
you
come
home
looking
tired
out
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
's
so
very
sad
and
dreadful
,
"
said
Anne
in
a
low
tone
.
"
Ruby
does
n't
seem
to
realize
her
condition
in
the
least
.
And
yet
I
somehow
feel
she
needs
help
--
craves
it
--
and
I
want
to
give
it
to
her
and
ca
n't
.
All
the
time
I
'm
with
her
I
feel
as
if
I
were
watching
her
struggle
with
an
invisible
foe
--
trying
to
push
it
back
with
such
feeble
resistance
as
she
has
.
That
is
why
I
come
home
tired
.
"
But
tonight
Anne
did
not
feel
this
so
keenly
.
Ruby
was
strangely
quiet
.
She
said
not
a
word
about
parties
and
drives
and
dresses
and
"
fellows
.
"
She
lay
in
the
hammock
,
with
her
untouched
work
beside
her
,
and
a
white
shawl
wrapped
about
her
thin
shoulders
.
Her
long
yellow
braids
of
hair
--
how
Anne
had
envied
those
beautiful
braids
in
old
schooldays
!
--
lay
on
either
side
of
her
.
She
had
taken
the
pins
out
--
they
made
her
head
ache
,
she
said
.
The
hectic
flush
was
gone
for
the
time
,
leaving
her
pale
and
childlike
.
