But what's to be done with a man who just LOOKS ?" Anne had relapsed into reverie, with her chin in her hands and her eyes on the sky, when Marilla returned from her cellar pilgrimage.

There Marilla left her until the early dinner was on the table.
"I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon, Matthew ?" said Marilla.
Matthew nodded and looked wistfully at Anne.

Marilla intercepted the look and said grimly: "I'm going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing.

I'll take Anne with me and Mrs.Spencer will probably make arrangements to send her back to Nova Scotia at once.

I'll set your tea out for you and I'll be home in time to milk the cows." Still Matthew said nothing and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath.