But I'd never seen her chum, Anne Shirley, although I'd
heard enough about her to drive anyone frantic with curiosity.
So when she came home from Redmond College that summer I asked
Diana to take pity on me and bring her over some afternoon.
I wasn't disappointed in her. I considered her a beauty,
though some people couldn't see it. She had the most magnificent red
hair and the biggest, shiningest eyes I ever saw in a girl's head.
As for her laugh, it made me feel young again to hear it.
She and Diana both laughed enough that afternoon, for I told them,
under solemn promise of secrecy, all about poor Prissy's love affair.
So nothing would do them but they must go over with me.
The appearance of the house amazed me. All the shutters were closed
and the door locked. I knocked and knocked, but there was no answer.
Then I walked around the house to the only window that hadn't shutters--
a tiny one upstairs. I knew it was the window in the closet off the room
where the girls slept. I stopped under it and called Prissy. Before long
Prissy came and opened it. She was so pale and woe-begone looking
that I pitied her with all my heart.
"Prissy, where has Emmeline gone?" I asked.
"Down to Avonlea to see the Roger Pyes.
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