at would
be a satisfying spot for studying or dreaming.

"It's all so delicious that I know we are going to wake up and find it a
fleeting vision of the night," said Priscilla as they went away.

"Miss Patty and Miss Maria are hardly such stuff as dreams are made of,"
laughed Anne. "Can you fancy them 'globe-trotting'--especially in those
shawls and caps?"

"I suppose they'll take them off when they really begin to trot," said
Priscilla, "but I know they'll take their knitting with them everywhere.
They simply couldn't be parted from it. They will walk about Westminster
Abbey and knit, I feel sure. Meanwhile, Anne, we shall be living in
Patty's Place--and on Spofford Avenue. I feel like a millionairess even
now."

"I feel like one of the morning stars that sang for joy," said Anne.

Phil Gordon crept into Thirty-eight, St. John's, that night and flung
herself on Anne's bed.

"Girls, dear, I'm tired to death. I feel like the man without a
country--or was it without a shadow? I forget which. Anyway, I've been
packing up."

"And I suppose you are worn out because you couldn't decide which things
to pack first, or where to put them," laughed Priscilla.

"E-zackly. And when I had got everything jammed in somehow, and my
landlady and her maid had both sat on it while I locked it, I discovered
I had packed a whole lot of things I wanted for Convocation at the very
bottom. I had to unlock the old thing and poke and dive into it for an
hour before I fished out what I wanted. I would get hold of something
that felt like what I was looking for, and I'd yank it up, and it would
be something else. No, Anne, I did NOT swear."

"I didn't say you did."

"Well, you looked it. But I admit my thoughts verged on the profane. And
I have such a cold in the head--I can do nothing but sniffle, sigh
and sneeze. Isn't that alliterative agony for you? Queen Anne, do say
something to cheer me up."

"Remember that next Thursday night, you'll be back in the land of Alec
and Alonzo," suggested Anne.

Phil shook her head dolefully.

"More alliteration. No, I don't want Alec and Alonzo when I have a
cold in the head. But what has happened you two? Now that I look at
you closely you seem all lighted up with an internal iridescence. Why,
you're actually SHINING! What's up?"

"We are going to live in Patty's Place next winter," said Anne
triumphantly. "Live, mark you, not board! We've rented it, and Stella
Maynard is coming, and her aun