I 'm Island to the core . '' `` Well , I 'm glad you were born in Bolingbroke anyway . It makes us kind of neighbors , does n't it ? And I like that , because when I tell you secrets it wo n't be as if I were telling them to a stranger . I have to tell them . I ca n't keep secrets -- it 's no use to try . That 's my worst failing -- that , and indecision , as aforesaid . Would you believe it ? -- it took me half an hour to decide which hat to wear when I was coming here -- HERE , to a graveyard ! At first I inclined to my brown one with the feather ; but as soon as I put it on I thought this pink one with the floppy brim would be more becoming . When I got IT pinned in place I liked the brown one better . At last I put them close together on the bed , shut my eyes , and jabbed with a hat pin . The pin speared the pink one , so I put it on . It is becoming , is n't it ? Tell me , what do you think of my looks ? '' At this naive demand , made in a perfectly serious tone , Priscilla laughed again . But Anne said , impulsively squeezing Philippa 's hand , `` We thought this morning that you were the prettiest girl we saw at Redmond . '' Philippa 's crooked mouth flashed into a bewitching , crooked smile over very white little teeth . `` I thought that myself , '' was her next astounding statement , `` but I wanted some one else 's opinion to bolster mine up . I ca n't decide even on my own appearance .
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