Anne looked across the still, white fields, cold and lifeless in the harsh light of that grim sunset, and sighed.

She was very lonely; and she was sad at heart; for she was wondering if she would be able to return to Redmond next year.

It did not seem likely.

The only scholarship possible in the Sophomore year was a very small affair.

She would not take Marilla's money; and there seemed little prospect of being able to earn enough in the summer vacation.
"I suppose I'll just have to drop out next year," she thought drearily, "and teach a district school again until I earn enough to finish my course.