"Live, mark you, not board! We've rented it, and Stella Maynard is coming, and her aunt is going to keep house for us." Phil bounced up, wiped her nose, and fell on her knees before Anne.
"Girls--girls--let me come, too.

Oh, I'll be so good.

If there's no room for me I'll sleep in the little doghouse in the orchard--I've seen it.
Only let me come." "Get up, you goose." "I won't stir off my marrow bones till you tell me I can live with you next winter." Anne and Priscilla looked at each other.

Then Anne said slowly, "Phil dear, we'd love to have you.

But we may as well speak plainly.