ou can show him the way over to Leslie's. It's
shorter than driving round by the other road, and I'm in a mortal
hurry. The Reese baby has gone and fallen into a pail of hot water at
the Glen, and got nearly scalded to death and they want me right
off--to put a new skin on the child, I presume. Mrs. Reese is always
so careless, and then expects other people to mend her mistakes. You
won't mind, will you, dearie? His trunk can go down tomorrow."

"Very well," said Anne. "What is he like, Miss Cornelia?"

"You'll see what he's like outside when I take him down. As for what
he's like inside only the Lord who made him knows THAT. I'm not going
to say another word, for every receiver in the Glen is down."

"Miss Cornelia evidently can't find much fault with Mr. Ford's looks,
or she would find it in spite of the receivers," said Anne. "I
conclude therefore, Susan, that Mr. Ford is rather handsome than
otherwise."

"Well, Mrs. Doctor, dear, I DO enjoy seeing a well-looking man," said
Susan candidly. "Had I not better get up a snack for him? There is a
strawberry pie that would melt in your mouth."

"No, Leslie is expecting him and has his supper ready. Besides, I want
that strawberry pie for my own poor man. He won't be home till late,
so leave the pie and a glass of milk out for him, Susan."

"That I will, Mrs. Doctor, dear. Susan is at the helm. After all, it
is better to give pie to your own men than to strangers, who may be
only seeking to devour, and the doctor himself is as well-looking a man
as you often come across."

When Owen Ford came Anne secretly admitted, as Miss Cornelia towed him
in, that he was very "well-looking" indeed. He was tall and
broad-shouldered, with thick, brown hair, finely-cut nose and chin,
large and brilliant dark-gray eyes.

"And did you notice his ears and his teeth, Mrs. Doctor, dear?" queried
Susan later on. "He has got the nicest-shaped ears I ever saw on a
man's head. I am choice about ears. When I was young I was scared
that I might have to marry a man with ears like flaps. But I need not
have worried, for never a chance did I have with any kind of ears."

Anne had not noticed Owen Ford's ears, but she did see his teeth, as
his lips parted over them in a frank and friendly smile. Unsmiling,
his face was rather sad and absent in expression, not unlike the
melancholy, inscrutable hero of Anne's own early dreams; but mirth and
humor and charm lighted it up when