`` I think I 'd rather have the back yard view . '' `` Oh , no , you would n't . Wait and see . Old St. John 's is a darling place . It 's been a graveyard so long that it 's ceased to be one and has become one of the sights of Kingsport . I was all through it yesterday for a pleasure exertion . There 's a big stone wall and a row of enormous trees all around it , and rows of trees all through it , and the queerest old tombstones , with the queerest and quaintest inscriptions . You 'll go there to study , Anne , see if you do n't . Of course , nobody is ever buried there now . But a few years ago they put up a beautiful monument to the memory of Nova Scotian soldiers who fell in the Crimean War . It is just opposite the entrance gates and there 's ` scope for imagination ' in it , as you used to say . Here 's your trunk at last -- and the boys coming to say good night . Must I really shake hands with Charlie Sloane , Anne ? His hands are always so cold and fishy-feeling . We must ask them to call occasionally . Miss Hannah gravely told me we could have ` young gentlemen callers ' two evenings in the week , if they went away at a reasonable hour ; and Miss Ada asked me , smiling , please to be sure they did n't sit on her beautiful cushions . I promised to see to it ; but goodness knows where else they CAN sit , unless they sit on the floor , for there are cushions on EVERYTHING . Miss Ada even has an elaborate Battenburg one on top of the piano . '' Anne was laughing by this time . Priscilla 's gay chatter had the intended effect of cheering her up ; homesickness vanished for the time being , and did not even return in full force when she finally found herself alone in her little bedroom .
She went XXXXX her window and looked out .
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