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going away； of course； but was that any reason why she should
fail to appreciate a poached egg on toast？ Not at all。 And；
seeing that Davy could not eat his； Dora ate it for him。
Promptly on time Diana appeared with horse and buggy； her rosy
face glowing above her raincoat。 The good…byes had to be said
then somehow。 Mrs。 Lynde came in from her quarters to give Anne
a hearty embrace and warn her to be careful of her health；
whatever she did。 Marilla； brusque and tearless； pecked Anne's
cheek and said she supposed they'd hear from her when she got
settled。 A casual observer might have concluded that Anne's
going mattered very little to her unless said observer had
happened to get a good look in her eyes。 Dora kissed Anne primly
and squeezed out two decorous little tears； but Davy； who had
been crying on the back porch step ever since they rose from the
table； refused to say good…bye at all。 When he saw Anne coming
towards him he sprang to his feet； bolted up the back stairs； and
hid in a clothes closet； out of which he would not come。 His muffled
howls were the last sounds Anne heard as she left Green Gables。
It rained heavily all the way to Bright River； to which station
they had to go； since the branch line train from Carmody did not
connect with the boat train。 Charlie and Gilbert were on the
station platform when they reached it； and the train was whistling。
Anne had just time to get her ticket and trunk check； say a hurried
farewell to Diana； and hasten on board。 She wished she were going back
with Diana to Avonlea； she knew she was going to die of homesickness。
And oh； if only that dismal rain would stop pouring down as if the
whole world were weeping over summer vanished and joys departed！
Even Gilbert's presence brought her no comfort； for Charlie Sloane
was there； too； and Sloanishness could be tolerated only in fine weather。
It was absolutely insufferable in rain。
But when the boat steamed out of Charlottetown harbor things took
a turn for the better。 The rain ceased and the sun began to
burst out goldenly now and again between the rents in the clouds；
burnishing the gray seas with copper…hued radiance； and lighting
up the mists that curtained the Island's red shores with gleams
of gold foretokening a fine day after all。 Besides； Charlie
Sloane promptly became so seasick that he had to go below； and
Anne and Gilbert were left alone on deck。
〃I am very glad that all the Sloanes get seasick as soon as they
go on water；〃 thought Anne mercilessly。 〃I am sure I couldn't
take my farewell look at the ‘ould sod' with Charlie standing
there pretending to look sentimentally at it； too。〃
〃Well； we're off；〃 remarked Gilbert unsentimentally。
〃Yes； I feel like Byron's ‘Childe Harold' only it isn't really
my ‘native shore' that I'm watching；〃 said Anne； winking her gray
eyes vigorously。 〃Nova Scotia is that； I suppose。 But one's
native shore is the land one loves the best； and that's good old
P。E。I。 for me。 I can't believe I didn't always live here。
Those eleven years before I came seem like a bad dream。
It's seven years since I crossed on this boat the evening
Mrs。 Spencer brought me over from Hopetown。 I can see myself；
in that dreadful old wincey dress and faded sailor hat； exploring
decks and cabins with enraptured curiosity。 It was a fine evening；
and how those red Island shores did gleam in the sunshine。 Now I'm
crossing the strait again。 Oh； Gilbert； I do hope I'll like Redmond
and Kingsport； but I'm sure I won't！〃
〃Where's all your philosophy gone； Anne？〃
〃It's all submerged under a great； swamping wave of loneliness
and homesickness。 I've longed for three years to go to Redmond
and now I'm going and I wish I weren't！ Never mind！ I
shall be cheerful and philosophical again after I have just one
good cry。 I MUST have that； ‘as a went' and I'll have to wait
until I get into my boardinghouse bed tonight； wherever it may
be； before I can have it。 Then Anne will be herself again。 I
wonder if Davy has come out of the closet yet。〃
It was nine that night when their train reached Kingsport； and
they found themselves in the blue…white glare of the crowded station。
Anne felt horribly bewildered； but a moment later she was seized by
Priscilla Grant； who had come to Kingsport on Saturday。
〃Here you are； beloved！ And I suppose you're as tired as I was
when I got here Saturday night。〃
〃Tired！ Priscilla； don't talk of it。 I'm tired； and green；
and provincial； and only about ten years old。 For pity's sake
take your poor； broken…down chum to some place where she can
hear herself think。〃
〃I'll take you right up to our boardinghouse。 I've a cab ready outside。〃
〃It's such a blessing you're here； Prissy。 If you weren't I
think I should just sit down on my suitcase； here and now； and
weep bitter tears。 What a comfort one familiar face is in a
howling wilderness of strangers！〃
〃Is that Gilbert Blythe over there； Anne？ How he has grown up
this past year！ He was only a schoolboy when I taught in Carmody。
And of course that's Charlie Sloane。 HE hasn't changed couldn't！
He looked just like that when he was born； and he'll look like that
when he's eighty。 This way； dear。 We'll be home in twenty minutes。〃
〃Home！〃 groaned Anne。 〃You mean we'll be in some horrible boardinghouse；
in a still more horrible hall bedroom； looking out on a dingy back yard。〃
〃It isn't a horrible boardinghouse； Anne…girl。 Here's our cab。
Hop in the driver will get your trunk。 Oh； yes； the boardinghouse
it's really a very nice place of its kind； as you'll admit tomorrow
morning when a good night's sleep has turned your blues rosy pink。
It's a big； old…fashioned； gray stone house on St。 John Street；
just a nice little constitutional from Redmond。 It used to be the
‘residence' of great folk； but fashion has deserted St。 John Street
and its houses only dream now of better days。 They're so big that
people living in them have to take boarders just to fill up。 At least；
that is the reason our landladies are very anxious to impress on us。
They're delicious； Anne our landladies； I mean。〃
〃How many are there？〃
〃Two。 Miss Hannah Harvey and Miss Ada Harvey。 They were born twins
about fifty years ago。〃
〃I can't get away from twins； it seems；〃 smiled Anne。 〃Wherever I
go they confront me。〃
〃Oh； they're not twins now； dear。 After they reached the age of
thirty they never were twins again。 Miss Hannah has grown old；
not too gracefully； and Miss Ada has stayed thirty； less
gracefully still。 I don't know whether Miss Hannah can smile or
not； I've never caught her at it so far； but Miss Ada smiles all
the time and that's worse。 However； they're nice； kind souls；
and they take two boarders every year because Miss Hannah's
economical soul cannot bear to ‘waste room space' not because
they need to or have to； as Miss Ada has told me seven