Phil Gordon crept into Thirty-eight , St. John 's , that night and flung herself on Anne 's bed . `` Girls , dear , I 'm tired to death . I feel like the man without a country -- or was it without a shadow ? I forget which . Anyway , I 've been packing up . '' `` And I suppose you are worn out because you could n't decide which things to pack first , or where to put them , '' laughed Priscilla . `` E-zackly . And when I had got everything jammed in somehow , and my landlady and her maid had both sat on it while I locked it , I discovered I had packed a whole lot of things I wanted for Convocation at the very bottom . I had to unlock the old thing and poke and dive into it for an hour before I fished out what I wanted . I would get hold of something that felt like what I was looking for , and I 'd yank it up , and it would be something else . No , Anne , I did NOT swear . '' `` I did n't say you did . '' `` Well , you looked it . But I admit my thoughts verged on the profane . And I have such a cold in the head -- I can do nothing but sniffle , sigh and sneeze . Is n't that alliterative agony for you ? Queen Anne , do say something to cheer me up . '' `` Remember that next Thursday night , you 'll be back in the land of Alec and Alonzo , '' suggested Anne . Phil shook her head dolefully . `` More alliteration .
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