CHAPTER 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.