She'll be in her grave, poor girl, when White Sands school opens, that's what." Anne listened in shocked silence.

Ruby Gillis, her old school-chum, dying?
Could it be possible?
Of late years they had grown apart; but the old tie of school-girl intimacy was there, and made itself felt sharply in the tug the news gave at Anne's heartstrings.

Ruby, the brilliant, the merry, the coquettish! It was impossible to associate the thought of her with anything like death.

She had greeted Anne with gay cordiality after church, and urged her to come up the next evening.
"I'll be away Tuesday and Wednesday evenings," she had whispered triumphantly.

"There's a concert at Carmody and a party at White Sands.
Herb Spencer's going to take me.