`` What does she look like ? '' `` Her hair and eyes are dark , but her neck and arms are white as snow . No mortal can ever see how fair she is . She is fleeter than a deer , and that mocking voice of hers is all we can know of her . You can hear her calling at night ; you can hear her laughing under the stars . But you can never see her . She flies afar if you follow her , and laughs at you always just over the next hill . '' `` Is that true , Anne ? Or is it a whopper ? '' demanded Davy staring . `` Davy , '' said Anne despairingly , `` have n't you sense enough to distinguish between a fairytale and a falsehood ? '' `` Then what is it that sasses back from the Boulter bush ? I want to know , '' insisted Davy . `` When you are a little older , Davy , I 'll explain it all to you . '' The mention of age evidently gave a new turn to Davy 's thoughts for after a few moments of reflection , he whispered solemnly : `` Anne , I 'm going to be married . '' `` When ? '' asked Anne with equal solemnity . `` Oh , not until I 'm grown-up , of course . '' `` Well , that 's a relief , Davy . Who is the lady ? ''
`` Stella Fletcher ; she 's in my class XXXXX school .
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