Then she sang Anne's
favorite songs. But the shadow did not lift. Anne kissed her friend
good-night and crept away to bed before nine o'clock. An hour later,
Miss Dorcas and Miss Margery tiptoed into her room. There she lay, her
face swollen with weeping and her breath coming in sobbing gasps. She
stirred and crumpled a pillow in her arms, and crooned in her sleep the
old lullaby:--
"'Honey, honey! Sweet, sweet, sweet!
Honey, honey! Honey-Sweet!'"
CHAPTER XXVIII
All this time--so little is our big world--Miss Drayton was hardly a
stone's throw from Anne. She was keeping house for her brother-in-law
who was busy with office work in Washington. Pat was at home, having
entered classes to prepare for George Washington University. It was
strange that Anne and her old friends went to and fro, back and forth,
so near together and yet did not meet. They must have missed one another
sometimes by only a minute or two in a shop or on a street-car or at a
street corner. But week after week passed without bringing them
together.
One morning, as Mr. Patterson was glancing over his newspaper at
breakfast, he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
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