The honor of being a friend of the prizewinner is enough for me.

Well, I must go.

I should have gone straight home from the post office for we have company.

But I simply had to come and hear the news.
I'm so glad for your sake, Anne." Anne suddenly bent forward, put her arms about Diana, and kissed her cheek.
"I think you are the sweetest and truest friend in the world, Diana," she said, with a little tremble in her voice, "and I assure you I appreciate the motive of what you've done." Diana, pleased and embarrassed, got herself away, and poor Anne, after flinging the innocent check into her bureau drawer as if it were blood-money, cast herself on her bed and wept tears of shame and outraged sensibility.

Oh, she could never live this down--never! Gilbert arrived at dusk, brimming over with congratulations, for he had called at Orchard Slope and heard the news.