Presently a slim, black-robed lady sauntered down the box-edged turf
walk and stopped near Anne.
"What are you doing, little girl?" she asked.
Anne looked up at the lady. "How do you do, cousin?" she said,
scrambling to her feet and putting up her mouth to be kissed. It was one
of the cousins, she knew, and it was the most natural thing in the world
to see her come down the box-edged walk to the rose-arbor; but whether
it was Cousin Lucy or Cousin Dorcas or Cousin Polly, Anne was not sure.
It was Cousin Dorcas and she stared at the child for a moment, too
amazed to speak.
"It cannot be little Nancy!" she exclaimed at last. "Child, who are
you?"
"Why, of course, I'm little Nancy," Anne laughed.
"What are you doing here? Where did you come from?"
"I am playing flower dolls." Anne answered the questions gravely in
order. "I got off the train because I wanted to come home. I thought
Aunt Charity and Uncle Richard were here."
Miss Dorcas Read sat down on a rustic seat and questioned her small
cousin until she drew forth the story of the child's wanderings.
"I am glad I have found you," the lady said when Anne's story was
finished.
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