I can see myself , in that dreadful old wincey dress and faded sailor hat , exploring decks and cabins with enraptured curiosity . It was a fine evening ; and how those red Island shores did gleam in the sunshine . Now I 'm crossing the strait again . Oh , Gilbert , I do hope I 'll like Redmond and Kingsport , but I 'm sure I wo n't ! '' `` Where 's all your philosophy gone , Anne ? '' `` It 's all submerged under a great , swamping wave of loneliness and homesickness . I 've longed for three years to go to Redmond -- and now I 'm going -- and I wish I were n't ! Never mind ! I shall be cheerful and philosophical again after I have just one good cry . I MUST have that , ` as a went ' -- and I 'll have to wait until I get into my boardinghouse bed tonight , wherever it may be , before I can have it . Then Anne will be herself again . I wonder if Davy has come out of the closet yet . '' It was nine that night when their train reached Kingsport , and they found themselves in the blue-white glare of the crowded station . Anne felt horribly bewildered , but a moment later she was seized by Priscilla Grant , who had come to Kingsport on Saturday . `` Here you are , beloved ! And I suppose you 're as tired as I was when I got here Saturday night . '' `` Tired ! Priscilla , do n't talk of it . I 'm tired , and green , and provincial , and only about ten years old . For pity 's sake take your poor , broken-down chum to some place where she can hear herself think . ''
`` I 'll take you right up XXXXX our boardinghouse .
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