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Chapter XIX. A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession

           Shewouldn’tspeaktoDianaatall.”

           “Itwasn’tDiana’sfault,”saidAnnecontritely.“Itwasmine.Isuggestedracingtoseewhowouldgetintobedfirst.”

           “Iknewit!”saidMrs.Lynde,withtheexultationofacorrectguesser.“Iknewthatideacameoutofyourhead.Well,it’smadeanicelotoftrouble,that’swhat.OldMissBarrycameouttostayforamonth,butshedeclaresshewon’tstayanotherdayandisgoingrightbacktotowntomorrow,Sundayandallasitis.She’dhavegonetodayiftheycouldhavetakenher.Shehadpromisedtopayforaquarter’smusiclessonsforDiana,butnowsheisdeterminedtodonothingatallforsuchatomboy.Oh,Iguesstheyhadalivelytimeofittherethismorning.TheBarrysmustfeelcutup.OldMissBarryisrichandthey’dliketokeeponthegoodsideofher.Ofcourse,Mrs.Barrydidn’tsayjustthattome,butI’maprettygoodjudgeofhumannature,that’swhat.”

           “I’msuchanunluckygirl,”mournedAnne.“I’malwaysgettingintoscrapesmyselfandgettingmybestfriends—peopleI’dshedmyheart’sbloodfor—intothemtoo.Canyoutellmewhyitisso,Mrs.Lynde?”

           “It’sbecauseyou’retooheedlessandimpulsive,child,that’swhat.Youneverstoptothink—whatevercomesintoyourheadtosayordoyousayordoitwithoutamoment’sreflection.”

           “Oh,butthat’sthebestofit,”protestedAnne.“Somethingjustflashesintoyourmind,soexciting,andyoumustoutwithit.Ifyoustoptothinkitoveryouspoilitall.Haven’tyouneverfeltthatyourself,Mrs.Lynde?”

           No,Mrs.

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