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XXVIII. The Prince Comes Back to the Enchanted Palace

           NeverdidAnne’sfeetbearheronamorewillingerrandthanonthatwalkthroughthebeechwoodstoGraftonthenextmorning.ShefoundMissLavendarinthegarden.Annewasfearfullyexcited.Herhandsgrewcoldandhervoicetrembled.

           “MissLavendar,Ihavesomethingtotellyou...somethingveryimportant.Canyouguesswhatitis?”

           AnneneversupposedthatMissLavendarcouldGUESS;butMissLavendar’sfacegrewverypaleandMissLavendarsaidinaquiet,stillvoice,fromwhichallthecolorandsparklethatMissLavendar’svoiceusuallysuggestedhadfaded.

           “StephenIrvingishome?”

           “Howdidyouknow?Whotoldyou?”criedAnnedisappointedly,vexedthathergreatrevelationhadbeenanticipated.

           “Nobody.Iknewthatmustbeit,justfromthewayyouspoke.”

           “Hewantstocomeandseeyou,”saidAnne.“MayIsendhimwordthathemay?”

           “Yes,ofcourse,”flutteredMissLavendar.“Thereisnoreasonwhyheshouldn’t.Heisonlycomingasanyoldfriendmight.”

           AnnehadherownopinionaboutthatasshehastenedintothehousetowriteanoteatMissLavendar’sdesk.

           “Oh,it’sdelightfultobelivinginastorybook,”shethoughtgaily.“Itwillcomeoutallrightofcourse...itmust...andPaulwillhaveamotherafterhisownheartandeverybodywillbehappy.ButMr.IrvingwilltakeMissLavendaraway...anddearknowswhatwillhappentothelittlestonehouse...andsotherearetwosidestoit,asthereseemstobetoeverythinginthisworld.

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