Chapter 28

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the still, white little face, “it so makes under the flickering shadows of the birches. “It makes me feel frightened, girls. Do you suppose it’s really right to act like this? Mrs. Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably wicked.”

“Ruby, you shouldn’t talk about Mrs. Lynde,” said Anne severely. “It spoils the effect (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)because this is hundreds of years before Mrs. Lynde was born. (end superscript)Jane, you arrange this. It’s silly for Elaine to be talking when she’s dead.”

Jane rose to the occasion. Cloth of gold for coverlet there was none but an old piano scarf of yellow Japanese crepe did very was an excellent su substitute. A white lily was not obtainable just then but a tall blue iris the effect of a tall blue iris placed in one of Anne’s folded hands was all that could be desired.