I'll call her in." Anne came running in presently, her face sparkling with the delight of her orchard rovings; but, abashed at finding the delight herself in the unexpected presence of a stranger, she halted confusedly inside the door.

She certainly was an odd-looking little creature in the short tight wincey dress she had worn from the asylum, below which her thin legs seemed ungracefully long.

Her freckles were more numerous and obtrusive than ever; the wind had ruffled her hatless hair into over-brilliant disorder; it had never looked redder than at that moment.
"Well, they didn't pick you for your looks, that's sure and certain," was Mrs.Rachel Lynde's emphatic comment.

Mrs.Rachel was one of those delightful and popular people who pride themselves on speaking their mind without fear or favor.

"She's terrible skinny and homely, Marilla.
Come here, child, and let me have a look at you.