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 sped noiselessly back through the spruce wood, never stopping till she gained her own gable room, where she sat breathlessly down by her window and tried to collect her scattered wits.

“Diana and Fred are in love with each other,” she gasped. “Oh, it does seem so so  so  grown up.”

Anne, of late, had not been without her suspicions that Diana was proving false to the melancholy Byronic hero of her early dreams. But as “things seen are mightier than things heard,” or suspected, the realization that it was actually so came to her with almost the shock of perfect surprise. This was succeeded by a queer, little lonely feeling as if, somehow, Diana had gone forward into a new world, shutting a gate behind her, leaving Anne on the outside.

“Things are changing so fast it almost frightens me,” Anne thought, a little sadly. “And I’m afraid that this can’t help making some difference between Diana and me. I’m sure I can’t tell her all my secrets after this she might tell Fred. And what she see in Fred? He’s very nice and jolly but he’s just Fred Wright.”

It is always a very puzzling question what can somebody see in somebody else? But how fortunate after all that it is so, for if everybody saw alike well, in that case, as the old Indian said, “Everybody would want my squaw.” It was plain that Diana  see something in Fred Wright, how- Rh