Anne felt her heart beating strangely . Together they scurried to the pavilion and sat breathlessly down under its friendly roof . Anne laughingly held up her false umbrella . `` It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things , '' she said gaily . The raindrops sparkled on her shining hair ; its loosened rings curled around her neck and forehead . Her cheeks were flushed , her eyes big and starry . Her companion looked down at her admiringly . She felt herself blushing under his gaze . Who could he be ? Why , there was a bit of the Redmond white and scarlet pinned to his coat lapel . Yet she had thought she knew , by sight at least , all the Redmond students except the Freshmen . And this courtly youth surely was no Freshman . `` We are schoolmates , I see , '' he said , smiling at Anne 's colors . `` That ought to be sufficient introduction . My name is Royal Gardner . And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening , are n't you ? '' `` Yes ; but I can not place you at all , '' said Anne , frankly . `` Please , where DO you belong ? '' `` I feel as if I did n't belong anywhere yet . I put in my Freshman and Sophomore years at Redmond two years ago .
I 've been XXXXX Europe ever since .
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