l probably be away beyond our means. We'll likely have to
content ourselves with a shabby little place on some street whereon live
people whom to know is to be unknown, and make life inside compensate
for the outside."

Accordingly they went house-hunting, but to find just what they wanted
proved even harder than Priscilla had feared. Houses there were galore,
furnished and unfurnished; but one was too big, another too small; this
one too expensive, that one too far from Redmond. Exams were on and
over; the last week of the term came and still their "house o'dreams,"
as Anne called it, remained a castle in the air.

"We shall have to give up and wait till the fall, I suppose," said
Priscilla wearily, as they rambled through the park on one of April's
darling days of breeze and blue, when the harbor was creaming and
shimmering beneath the pearl-hued mists floating over it. "We may find
some shack to shelter us then; and if not, boardinghouses we shall have
always with us."

"I'm not going to worry about it just now, anyway, and spoil this lovely
afternoon," said Anne, gazing around her with delight. The fresh chill
air was faintly charged with the aroma of pine balsam, and the sky above
was crystal clear and blue--a great inverted cup of blessing. "Spring is
singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air.
I'm seeing visions and dreaming dreams, Pris. That's because the wind is
from the west. I do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness,
doesn't it? When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain
on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore. When I get old I shall have
rheumatism when the wind is east."

"And isn't it jolly when you discard furs and winter garments for
the first time and sally forth, like this, in spring attire?" laughed
Priscilla. "Don't you feel as if you had been made over new?"

"Everything is new in the spring," said Anne. "Springs themselves are
always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It
always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness. See
how green the grass is around that little pond, and how the willow buds
are bursting."

"And exams are over and gone--the time of Convocation will come
soon--next Wednesday. This day next week we'll be home."

"I'm glad," said Anne dreamily. "There are so many things I want to do.
I want to sit on the back porch steps and feel the breeze blowing down
over Mr. Harrison's fie