t the resentment in your eyes--then I doubted--I thought I must
be mistaken--because WHY should it be?"

"It was because you looked so happy. Oh, you'll agree with me now that
I AM a hateful beast--to hate another woman just because she was
happy,--and when her happiness didn't take anything from me! That was
why I never went to see you. I knew quite well I ought to go--even our
simple Four Winds customs demanded that. But I couldn't. I used to
watch you from my window--I could see you and your husband strolling
about your garden in the evening--or you running down the poplar lane
to meet him. And it hurt me. And yet in another way I wanted to go
over. I felt that, if I were not so miserable, I could have liked you
and found in you what I've never had in my life--an intimate, REAL
friend of my own age. And then you remember that night at the shore?
You were afraid I would think you crazy. You must have thought _I_
was."

"No, but I couldn't understand you, Leslie. One moment you drew me to
you--the next you pushed me back."

"I was very unhappy that evening. I had had a hard day. Dick had been
very--very hard to manage that day. Generally he is quite good-natured
and easily controlled, you know, Anne. But some days he is very
different. I was so heartsick--I ran away to the shore as soon as he
went to sleep. It was my only refuge. I sat there thinking of how my
poor father had ended his life, and wondering if I wouldn't be driven
to it some day. Oh, my heart was full of black thoughts! And then you
came dancing along the cove like a glad, light-hearted child. I--I
hated you more then than I've ever done since. And yet I craved your
friendship. The one feeling swayed me one moment; the other feeling
the next. When I got home that night I cried for shame of what you
must think of me. But it's always been just the same when I came over
here. Sometimes I'd be happy and enjoy my visit. And at other times
that hideous feeling would mar it all. There were times when
everything about you and your house hurt me. You had so many dear
little things I couldn't have. Do you know--it's ridiculous--but I had
an especial spite at those china dogs of yours. There were times when
I wanted to catch up Gog and Magog and bang their pert black noses
together! Oh, you smile, Anne--but it was never funny to me. I would
come here and see you and Gilbert with your books and your flowers, and
your household goo