Disappointed and uneasy Anne put on her hat and started home.
All afternoon she worried about it.

Perhaps it was because she was so tired that she was especially sensitive about the letter being found by some one else.

If that some one else should read the contents, she felt it would mean nothing lees than disgrace.
"You look exhausted, child," said Anne's sister Mary, who was weary herself, having worked hard all day on a pile of spring sewing Mrs.Gray had ordered.

"Why don't you take a walk and not try to do any studying this afternoon ?" "I think I will, sister," replied Anne; and, pinning on her hat, she left her small cottage and started toward High School Street.
Turning mechanically into the broad avenue shaded by elm trees, she strolled along, half-dreaming and half-waking.

She was so weary she felt she might lie down and sleep for twenty years, and like Rip Van Winkle awaken old and gray.