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 “Miss Lavendar, I have something to tell you something very important. Can you guess what it is?”

Anne never supposed that Miss Lavendar guess; but Miss Lavendar’s face grew very pale and Miss Lavendar said in a quiet, still voice, from which all the colour and sparkle that Miss Lavendar’s voice usually suggested had faded.

“Stephen Irving is home?”

“How did you know? Who told you?” cried Anne disappointedly, vexed that her great revelation had been anticipated.

“Nobody. I knew that must be it, just from the way you spoke.”

“He wants to come and see you,” said Anne. “May I send him word that he may?”

“Yes, of course,” fluttered Miss Lavendar. “There is no reason why he shouldn’t. He is only coming as any old friend might.”

Anne had her own opinion about that as she hastened into the house to write a note at Miss Lavendar’s desk.

“Oh, it’s delightful to be living in a story-book,” she thought gaily. “It will come out all right of course it must  and Paul will have a mother after his own heart and everybody will be happy. But Mr. Irving will take Miss Lavendar away and dear knows what will happen to the little stone house  and so there are two sides to it, as there seems to be to everything in this world.” Rh