You are the loveliest thing I ever saw , Mrs. Moore . '' `` If we are to be friends you must call me Leslie , '' said the other with an odd passion . `` Of course I will . And MY friends call me Anne . '' `` I suppose I am beautiful , '' Leslie went on , looking stormily out to sea . `` I hate my beauty . I wish I had always been as brown and plain as the brownest and plainest girl at the fishing village over there . Well , what do you think of Miss Cornelia ? '' The abrupt change of subject shut the door on any further confidences . `` Miss Cornelia is a darling , is n't she ? '' said Anne . `` Gilbert and I were invited to her house to a state tea last week . You 've heard of groaning tables . '' `` I seem to recall seeing the expression in the newspaper reports of weddings , '' said Leslie , smiling . `` Well , Miss Cornelia 's groaned -- at least , it creaked -- positively . You could n't have believed she would have cooked so much for two ordinary people . She had every kind of pie you could name , I think -- except lemon pie . She said she had taken the prize for lemon pies at the Charlottetown Exhibition ten years ago and had never made any since for fear of losing her reputation for them . '' `` Were you able to eat enough pie to please her ? '' '' I was n't .
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