You are quite expert at making up your mind as to whom other people should marry," retorted Anne, rather caustically.
"Oh, that's a very different thing," said Phil, truly.
But the sweetest incident of Anne's sojourn in Bolingbroke was the visit to her birthplace--the little shabby yellow house in an out-of-the-way street she had so often dreamed about.

She looked at it with delighted eyes, as she and Phil turned in at the gate.
"It's almost exactly as I've pictured it," she said.

"There is no honeysuckle over the windows, but there is a lilac tree by the gate, and--yes, there are the muslin curtains in the windows.

How glad I am it is still painted yellow." A very tall, very thin woman opened the door.
"Yes, the Shirleys lived here twenty years ago," she said, in answer to Anne's question.

"They had it rented.