Stella and Priscilla had gone to a committee meeting and Phil was upstairs adorning herself for a party . `` I suppose you feel kind of , sorry '' said Aunt Jamesina . `` The teens are such a nice part of life . I 'm glad I 've never gone out of them myself . '' Anne laughed . `` You never will , Aunty . You 'll be eighteen when you should be a hundred . Yes , I 'm sorry , and a little dissatisfied as well . Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed , for good or evil . I do n't feel that it 's what it should be . It 's full of flaws . '' `` So 's everybody 's , '' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully . `` Mine 's cracked in a hundred places . Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or ` tother , and would go on developing in that line . Do n't worry over it , Anne . Do your duty by God and your neighbor and yourself , and have a good time . That 's my philosophy and it 's always worked pretty well . Where 's Phil off to tonight ? '' `` She 's going to a dance , and she 's got the sweetest dress for it -- creamy yellow silk and cobwebby lace . It just suits those brown tints of hers . ''
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