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 to our boardinghouse . I 've a cab ready outside . '' `` It 's such a blessing you 're here , Prissy . If you were n't I think I should just sit down on my suitcase , here and now , and weep bitter tears . What a comfort one familiar face is in a howling wilderness of strangers ! '' `` Is that Gilbert Blythe over there , Anne ? How he has grown up this past year ! He was only a schoolboy when I taught in Carmody . And of course that 's Charlie Sloane . HE has n't changed -- could n't ! He looked just like that when he was born , and he 'll look like that when he 's eighty . This way , dear . We 'll be home in twenty minutes . '' `` Home ! '' groaned Anne . `` You mean we 'll be in some horrible boardinghouse , in a still more horrible hall bedroom , looking out on a dingy back yard . '' `` It is n't a horrible boardinghouse , Anne-girl . Here 's our cab . Hop in -- the driver will get your trunk .
Oh , yes , the boardinghouse -- it 's really a very nice place XXXXX its kind , as you 'll admit tomorrow morning when a good night 's sleep has turned your blues rosy pink .
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