But a tall, ruddy-haired girl,
dressed in pale green organdy--Anne Shirley from Avonlea--
told Marilla Cuthbert and Rachel Lynde as a joke the next
morning how a chubby little woman in a bright pink fascinator
had clutched her by the arm, and gasped out: "Carey Penhallow
can't take you--he says you're to look out for someone else,"
and was gone before she could answer or turn around.
Thus it was that Lucinda, when she came out to the
veranda step, found herself unaccountably deserted.
All the Grange Penhallows were gone; Lucinda realized this
after a few moments of bewildered seeking, and she understood
that if she were to get to the Grange that night she must walk.
Plainly there was nobody to take her.
Lucinda was angry. It is not pleasant to find yourself forgotten
and neglected. It is still less pleasant to walk home alone
along a country road, at one o'clock in the morning, wearing a
pale green voile. Lucinda was not prepared for such a walk.
She had nothing on her feet save thin-soled shoes, and her only
wraps were a flimsy fascinator and a short coat.
"What a guy I shall look, stalking home alone in this rig,"
she thought crossly.
There was no help for it, unless she confessed her plight
to some of the stranger guests and begged a drive home.
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