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judgment would come upon it。 Then she sat down out of breath；
and the minister； who hadn't heard a word she said； immediately
remarked； in a very devout voice； ‘amen！ The Lord grant our dear
sister's prayer！' You ought to hear father tell the story。〃
〃Speaking of stories； Diana；〃 remarked Anne； in a significant；
confidential tone； 〃do you know that lately I have been wondering
if I could write a short story a story that would be good
enough to be published？〃
〃Why； of course you could；〃 said Diana； after she had grasped the
amazing suggestion。 〃You used to write perfectly thrilling stories
years ago in our old Story Club。〃
〃Well； I hardly meant one of that kind of stories；〃 smiled Anne。
〃I've been thinking about it a little of late； but I'm almost
afraid to try； for； if I should fail； it would be too humiliating。〃
〃I heard Priscilla say once that all Mrs。 Morgan's first stories
were rejected。 But I'm sure yours wouldn't be； Anne； for it's
likely editors have more sense nowadays。〃
〃Margaret Burton； one of the Junior girls at Redmond； wrote a
story last winter and it was published in the Canadian Woman。
I really do think I could write one at least as good。〃
〃And will you have it published in the Canadian Woman？〃
〃I might try one of the bigger magazines first。 It all depends
on what kind of a story I write。〃
〃What is it to be about？〃
〃I don't know yet。 I want to get hold of a good plot。 I believe
this is very necessary from an editor's point of view。 The only
thing I've settled on is the heroine's name。 It is to be AVERIL
LESTER。 Rather pretty； don't you think？ Don't mention this to
any one； Diana。 I haven't told anybody but you and Mr。 Harrison。
HE wasn't very encouraging he said there was far too much
trash written nowadays as it was； and he'd expected something
better of me； after a year at college。〃
〃What does Mr。 Harrison know about it？〃 demanded Diana scornfully。
They found the Gillis home gay with lights and callers。 Leonard
Kimball； of Spencervale； and Morgan Bell； of Carmody； were glaring
at each other across the parlor。 Several merry girls had dropped in。
Ruby was dressed in white and her eyes and cheeks were very brilliant。
She laughed and chattered incessantly； and after the other girls had
gone she took Anne upstairs to display her new summer dresses。
〃I've a blue silk to make up yet； but it's a little heavy for
summer wear。 I think I'll leave it until the fall。 I'm going
to teach in White Sands； you know。 How do you like my hat？
That one you had on in church yesterday was real dinky。
But I like something brighter for myself。 Did you notice
those two ridiculous boys downstairs？ They've both come
determined to sit each other out。 I don't care a single bit
about either of them； you know。 Herb Spencer is the one I like。
Sometimes I really do think he's MR。 RIGHT。 At Christmas I
thought the Spencervale schoolmaster was that。 But I found
out something about him that turned me against him。 He nearly
went insane when I turned him down。 I wish those two boys hadn't
come tonight。 I wanted to have a nice good talk with you； Anne；
and tell you such heaps of things。 You and I were always good
chums； weren't we？〃
Ruby slipped her arm about Anne's waist with a shallow little laugh。
But just for a moment their eyes met； and； behind all the luster
of Ruby's； Anne saw something that made her heart ache。
〃Come up often； won't you； Anne？〃 whispered Ruby。 〃Come alone
I want you。〃
〃Are you feeling quite well； Ruby？〃
〃Me！ Why； I'm perfectly well。 I never felt better in my life。
Of course； that congestion last winter pulled me down a little。
But just see my color。 I don't look much like an invalid； I'm sure。〃
Ruby's voice was almost sharp。 She pulled her arm away from Anne；
as if in resentment； and ran downstairs； where she was gayer than
ever； apparently so much absorbed in bantering her two swains that
Diana and Anne felt rather out of it and soon went away。
Chapter XII
〃Averil's Atonement〃
〃What are you dreaming of； Anne？〃
The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the
brook。 Ferns nodded in it； and little grasses were green； and
wild pears hung finely…scented； white curtains around it。
Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh。
〃I was thinking out my story； Diana。〃
〃Oh； have you really begun it？〃 cried Diana； all alight with
eager interest in a moment。
〃Yes； I have only a few pages written； but I have it all pretty
well thought out。 I've had such a time to get a suitable plot。
None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a girl named
AVERIL。〃
〃Couldn't you have changed her name？〃
〃No； the thing was impossible。 I tried to； but I couldn't do it；
any more than I could change yours。 AVERIL was so real to me
that no matter what other name I tried to give her I just thought
of her as AVERIL behind it all。 But finally I got a plot that
matched her。 Then came the excitement of choosing names for
all my characters。 You have no idea how fascinating that is。
I've lain awake for hours thinking over those names。 The hero's
name is PERCEVAL DALRYMPLE。〃
〃Have you named ALL the characters？〃 asked Diana wistfully。 〃If
you hadn't I was going to ask you to let me name one just some
unimportant person。 I'd feel as if I had a share in the story then。〃
〃You may name the little hired boy who lived with the LESTERS；〃
conceded Anne。 〃He is not very important； but he is the only one
left unnamed。〃
〃Call him RAYMOND FITZOSBORNE；〃 suggested Diana； who had a store
of such names laid away in her memory； relics of the old 〃Story
Club；〃 which she and Anne and Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis had
had in their schooldays。
Anne shook her head doubtfully。
〃I'm afraid that is too aristocratic a name for a chore boy；
Diana。 I couldn't imagine a Fitzosborne feeding pigs and picking
up chips； could you？〃
Diana didn't see why； if you had an imagination at all； you
couldn't stretch it to that extent； but probably Anne knew best；
and the chore boy was finally christened ROBERT RAY； to be called
BOBBY should occasion require。
〃How much do you suppose you'll get for it？〃 asked Diana。
But Anne had not thought about this at all。 She was in pursuit
of fame； not filthy lucre； and her literary dreams were as yet
untainted by mercenary considerations。
〃You'll let me read it； won't you？〃 pleaded Diana。
〃When it is finished I'll read it to you and Mr。 Harrison； and I
shall want you to criticize it SEVERELY。 No one else shall see
it until it is published。〃
〃How are you going to end it happily or unhappily？〃
〃I'm not sure。 I'd like it to end unhappily； because that would
be so much more romantic。 But I understand editors have a prejudice
against sad endings。 I heard Professor Hamilton s