`` Yes , we are , dearie . Thank goodness , we can choose our friends . We have to take our relatives as they are , and be thankful if there are no penitentiary birds among them . Not that I 've many -- none nearer than second cousins . I 'm a kind of lonely soul , Mrs. Blythe . '' There was a wistful note in Miss Cornelia 's voice . `` I wish you would call me Anne , '' exclaimed Anne impulsively . `` It would seem more HOMEY . Everyone in Four Winds , except my husband , calls me Mrs. Blythe , and it makes me feel like a stranger . Do you know that your name is very near being the one I yearned after when I was a child . I hated ` Anne ' and I called myself ` Cordelia ' in imagination . '' `` I like Anne . It was my mother 's name . Old-fashioned names are the best and sweetest in my opinion . If you 're going to get tea you might send the young doctor to talk to me . He 's been lying on the sofa in that office ever since I came , laughing fit to kill over what I 've been saying . '' `` How did you know ? '' cried Anne , too aghast at this instance of Miss Cornelia 's uncanny prescience to make a polite denial . `` I saw him sitting beside you when I came up the lane , and I know men 's tricks , '' retorted Miss Cornelia . `` There , I 've finished my little dress , dearie , and the eighth baby can come as soon as it pleases . ''
CHAPTER 9 AN EVENING AT FOUR WINDS POINT It was late September when XXXXX and Gilbert were able to pay Four Winds light their promised visit .
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