callers’ two evenings in the week, if they went away at a reasonable hour; and
Miss Ada asked me, smiling, please to be sure they didn’t sit on her beautiful
cushions. I promised to see to it; but goodness knows where else they CAN sit,
unless they sit on the floor, for there are cushions on EVERYTHING. Miss Ada
even has an elaborate Battenburg one on top of the piano.”
Anne was laughing by this time. Priscilla’s gay chatter had the intended effect
of cheering her up; homesickness vanished for the time being, and did not even
return in full force when she finally found herself alone in her little bedroom.
She went to her window and looked out. The street below was dim and quiet.
Across it the moon was shining above the trees in Old St. John’s, just behind the
great dark head of the lion on the monument. Anne wondered if it could have
been only that morning that she had left Green Gables. She had the sense of a
long passage of time which one day of change and travel gives.
“I suppose that very moon is looking down on Green Gables now,” she
mused. “But I won’t think about it—that way homesickness lies. I’m not even
going to have my good cry. I’ll put that off to a more convenient season, and just
now I’ll go calmly and sensibly to bed and to sleep.”