On one occasion the entire skin had peeled off her nose but the freckles remained . A few days previously she had found a recipe for a freckle lotion in a magazine and , as the ingredients were within her reach , she straightway compounded it , much to the disgust of Marilla , who thought that if Providence had placed freckles on your nose it was your bounden duty to leave them there . Anne scurried down to the pantry , which , always dim from the big willow growing close to the window , was now almost dark by reason of the shade drawn to exclude flies . Anne caught the bottle containing the lotion from the shelf and copiously anointed her nose therewith by means of a little sponge sacred to the purpose . This important duty done , she returned to her work . Any one who has ever shifted feathers from one tick to another will not need to be told that when Anne finished she was a sight to behold . Her dress was white with down and fluff , and her front hair , escaping from under the handkerchief , was adorned with a veritable halo of feathers . At this auspicious moment a knock sounded at the kitchen door . `` That must be Mr. Shearer , '' thought Anne . `` I 'm in a dreadful mess but I 'll have to run down as I am , for he 's always in a hurry . '' Down flew Anne to the kitchen door . If ever a charitable floor did open to swallow up a miserable , befeathered damsel the Green Gables porch floor should promptly have engulfed Anne at that moment . On the doorstep were standing Priscilla Grant , golden and fair in silk attire , a short , stout gray-haired lady in a tweed suit , and another lady , tall stately , wonderfully gowned , with a beautiful , highbred face and large , black-lashed violet eyes , whom Anne `` instinctively felt , '' as she would have said in her earlier days , to be Mrs. Charlotte E. Morgan . In the dismay of the moment one thought stood out from the confusion of Anne 's mind and she grasped at it as at the proverbial straw . All Mrs. Morgan 's heroines were noted for `` rising to the occasion . '' No matter what their troubles were , they invariably rose to the occasion and showed their superiority over all ills of time , space , and quantity . Anne therefore felt it was HER duty to rise to the occasion and she did it , so perfectly that Priscilla afterward declared she never admired Anne Shirley more than at that moment . No matter what her outraged feelings were she did not show them . She greeted Priscilla and was introduced to her companions as calmly and composedly as if she had been arrayed in purple and fine linen . To be sure , it was somewhat of a shock to find that the lady she had instinctively felt to be Mrs. Morgan was not Mrs. Morgan at all , but an unknown Mrs. Pendexter , while the stout little gray-haired woman was Mrs. Morgan ; but in the greater shock the lesser lost its power .
Anne ushered her guests to the spare room and thence into the parlor , where she left them while she hastened out to help XXXXX unharness her horse .
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