`` Do n't speak of your going away tonight , '' begged Diana . `` I do n't want to think of it , it makes me so miserable , and I do want to have a good time this evening . What are you going to recite , Anne ? And are you nervous ? '' `` Not a bit . I 've recited so often in public I do n't mind at all now . I 've decided to give ` The Maiden 's Vow . ' It 's so pathetic . Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation , but I 'd rather make people cry than laugh . '' `` What will you recite if they encore you ? '' `` They wo n't dream of encoring me , '' scoffed Anne , who was not without her own secret hopes that they would , and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next morning 's breakfast table . `` There are Billy and Jane now -- I hear the wheels . Come on . '' Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him , so she unwillingly climbed up . She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls , where she could have laughed and chattered to her heart 's content . There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy . He was a big , fat , stolid youth of twenty , with a round , expressionless face , and a painful lack of conversational gifts . But he admired Anne immensely , and was puffed up with pride over the prospect of driving to White Sands with that slim , upright figure beside him . Anne , by dint of talking over her shoulder to the girls and occasionally passing a sop of civility to Billy -- who grinned and chuckled and never could think of any reply until it was too late -- contrived to enjoy the drive in spite of all . It was a night for enjoyment .
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