e cushion and
discuss china dogs until the time of departure.

Dorothy lingered behind a moment to squeeze Anne's hand and whisper
impulsively.

"I KNOW you and I are going to be chums. Oh, Roy has told me all about
you. I'm the only one of the family he tells things to, poor boy--nobody
COULD confide in mamma and Aline, you know. What glorious times you
girls must have here! Won't you let me come often and have a share in
them?"

"Come as often as you like," Anne responded heartily, thankful that one
of Roy's sisters was likable. She would never like Aline, so much was
certain; and Aline would never like her, though Mrs. Gardner might be
won. Altogether, Anne sighed with relief when the ordeal was over.

"'Of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are it might have been,'"

quoted Priscilla tragically, lifting the cushion. "This cake is now what
you might call a flat failure. And the cushion is likewise ruined. Never
tell me that Friday isn't unlucky."

"People who send word they are coming on Saturday shouldn't come on
Friday," said Aunt Jamesina.

"I fancy it was Roy's mistake," said Phil. "That boy isn't really
responsible for what he says when he talks to Anne. Where IS Anne?"

Anne had gone upstairs. She felt oddly like crying. But she made herself
laugh instead. Rusty and Joseph had been TOO awful! And Dorothy WAS a
dear.

Chapter XXXVII

Full-fledged B.A.'s

"I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night," groaned Phil.

"If you live long enough both wishes will come true," said Anne calmly.

"It's easy for you to be serene. You're at home in Philosophy. I'm
not--and when I think of that horrible paper tomorrow I quail. If I
should fail in it what would Jo say?"

"You won't fail. How did you get on in Greek today?"

"I don't know. Perhaps it was a good paper and perhaps it was bad enough
to make Homer turn over in his grave. I've studied and mulled over
notebooks until I'm incapable of forming an opinion of anything. How
thankful little Phil will be when all this examinating is over."

"Examinating? I never heard such a word."

"Well, haven't I as good a right to make a word as any one else?"
demanded Phil.

"Words aren't made--they grow," said Anne.

"Never mind--I begin faintly to discern clear water ahead where no
examination breakers loom. Girls, do you--can you realize that our
Redmond Life is almost over?"

"I can't," said Anne, sorrowfully. "It seems j