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VI. In the Park
"What are you going to do with yourselves today, girls?" asked Philippa, popping into
Anne's room one Saturday afternoon.
"We are going for a walk in the park," answered Anne. "I ought to stay in and finish my
blouse. But I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets into
my blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I'd sew a
crooked seam. So it's ho for the park and the pines."
"Does 'we' include any one but yourself and Priscilla?"
"Yes, it includes Gilbert and Charlie, and we'll be very glad if it will include you, also."
"But," said Philippa dolefully, "if I go I'll have to be gooseberry, and that will be a new
experience for Philippa Gordon."
"Well, new experiences are broadening. Come along, and you'll be able to sympathize
with all poor souls who have to play gooseberry often. But where are all the victims?"
"Oh, I was tired of them all and simply couldn't be bothered with any of them today.
Besides, I've been feeling a little blue--just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough
for anything darker. I wrote Alec and Alonzo last week. I put the letters into envelopes
and addressed them, but I didn't seal them up. That evening something funny
happened. That is, Alec would think it funny, but Alonzo wouldn't be likely to. I was in a
hurry, so I snatched Alec's letter--as I thought--out of the envelope and scribbled down a
postscript. Then I mailed both letters. I got Alonzo's reply this morning. Girls, I had put
that postscript to his letter and he was furious. Of course he'll get over it--and I don't
care if he doesn't--but it spoiled my day. So I thought I'd come to you darlings to get
cheered up. After the football season opens I won't have any spare Saturday
afternoons. I adore football. I've got the most gorgeous cap and sweater striped in
Redmond colors to wear to the games. To be sure, a little way off I'll look like a walking
barber's pole. Do you know that that Gilbert of yours has been elected Captain of the
Freshman football team?"
"Yes, he told us so last evening," said Priscilla, seeing that outraged Anne would not
answer. "He and Charlie were down. We knew they were coming, so we painstakingly
put out of sight or out of reach all Miss Ada's cushions. That very elaborate one with the
raised embroidery I dropped on the floor in the corner behind the chair it was on. I
thought it would be safe there. But would you believe it? Charlie Sloane made for that
chair, noticed the cushion behind it, solemnly fished it up, and sat on it the whole
evening. Such a wreck of a cushion as it was! Poor Miss Ada asked me today, still
smiling, but oh, so reproachfully, why I had allowed it to be sat upon. I told her I hadn't--