For a second Anne burned with resentment . Then she laughed , reminding herself that Mrs. Boulter 's crude vulgarity of thought and speech could not harm her . `` No , Davy , I 'm not . I 'm going to study and grow and learn about many things . '' `` What things ? '' '' ` Shoes and ships and sealing wax And cabbages and kings , ' '' quoted Anne . `` But if you DID want to catch a man how would you go about it ? I want to know , '' persisted Davy , for whom the subject evidently possessed a certain fascination . `` You 'd better ask Mrs. Boulter , '' said Anne thoughtlessly . `` I think it 's likely she knows more about the process than I do . '' `` I will , the next time I see her , '' said Davy gravely . `` Davy ! If you do ! '' cried Anne , realizing her mistake . `` But you just told me to , '' protested Davy aggrieved . `` It 's time you went to bed , '' decreed Anne , by way of getting out of the scrape . After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone , curtained with fine-spun , moonlit gloom , while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind . Anne had always loved that brook . Many a dream had she spun over its sparkling water in days gone by . She forgot lovelorn youths , and the cayenne speeches of malicious neighbors , and all the problems of her girlish existence .
In imagination she sailed over storied seas that wash the distant shining shores of `` faery lands forlorn , '' where lost Atlantis and Elysium lie , XXXXX the evening star for pilot , to the land of Heart 's Desire .
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