She wanders there considerable." "I will do everything I can for her," said Anne.

Her interest in Leslie Moore, which had been vivid ever since she had seen her driving her geese down the hill, was intensified a thousand fold by Miss Cornelia's narration.

The girl's beauty and sorrow and loneliness drew her with an irresistible fascination.

She had never known anyone like her; her friends had hitherto been wholesome, normal, merry girls like herself, with only the average trials of human care and bereavement to shadow their girlish dreams.

Leslie Moore stood apart, a tragic, appealing figure of thwarted womanhood.