Just MAKE her be friends -- you can do it -- you 're one of those who have the knack . Only you must n't be sensitive . And do n't mind if she does n't seem to want you to go over there much . She knows that some women do n't like to be where Dick is -- they complain he gives them the creeps . Just get her to come over here as often as she can . She ca n't get away so very much -- she ca n't leave Dick long , for the Lord knows what he 'd do -- burn the house down most likely . At nights , after he 's in bed and asleep , is about the only time she 's free . He always goes to bed early and sleeps like the dead till next morning . That is how you came to meet her at the shore likely . She wanders there considerable . '' `` I will do everything I can for her , '' said Anne . Her interest in Leslie Moore , which had been vivid ever since she had seen her driving her geese down the hill , was intensified a thousand fold by Miss Cornelia 's narration . The girl 's beauty and sorrow and loneliness drew her with an irresistible fascination . She had never known anyone like her ; her friends had hitherto been wholesome , normal , merry girls like herself , with only the average trials of human care and bereavement to shadow their girlish dreams . Leslie Moore stood apart , a tragic , appealing figure of thwarted womanhood . Anne resolved that she would win entrance into the kingdom of that lonely soul and find there the comradeship it could so richly give , were it not for the cruel fetters that held it in a prison not of its own making . `` And mind you this , Anne , dearie , '' said Miss Cornelia , who had not yet wholly relieved her mind , `` You must n't think Leslie is an infidel because she hardly ever goes to church -- or even that she 's a Methodist . She ca n't take Dick to church , of course -- not that he ever troubled church much in his best days . But you just remember that she 's a real strong Presbyterian at heart , Anne , dearie . '' CHAPTER 12 LESLIE COMES OVER Leslie came over to the house of dreams one frosty October night , when moonlit mists were hanging over the harbor and curling like silver ribbons along the seaward glens .
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Anne Cornelia Dick Leslie Methodist Presbyterian burn days fetters nights