You will understand her fascination when you meet her , Gilbert . It is a thing quite apart from her beauty . I feel that she possesses a rich nature , into which a friend might enter as into a kingdom ; but for some reason she bars every one out and shuts all her possibilities up in herself , so that they can not develop and blossom . There , I 've been struggling to define her to myself ever since I left her , and that is the nearest I can get to it . I 'm going to ask Miss Cornelia about her . '' CHAPTER 11 THE STORY OF LESLIE MOORE `` Yes , the eighth baby arrived a fortnight ago , '' said Miss Cornelia , from a rocker before the fire of the little house one chilly October afternoon . `` It 's a girl . Fred was ranting mad -- said he wanted a boy -- when the truth is he did n't want it at all . If it had been a boy he 'd have ranted because it was n't a girl . They had four girls and three boys before , so I ca n't see that it made much difference what this one was , but of course he 'd have to be cantankerous , just like a man . The baby is real pretty , dressed up in its nice little clothes . It has black eyes and the dearest , tiny hands . '' `` I must go and see it . I just love babies , '' said Anne , smiling to herself over a thought too dear and sacred to be put into words . `` I do n't say but what they 're nice , '' admitted Miss Cornelia . `` But some folks seem to have more than they really need , believe ME . My poor cousin Flora up at the Glen had eleven , and such a slave as she is ! Her husband suicided three years ago . Just like a man ! '' `` What made him do that ? ''
asked XXXXX , rather shocked .
Anne Cornelia Flora Fred Glen MOORE afternoon eighth fire left