“The ‘Anne’ books?” repeated Martha.
“Yes; Anne of Green Gables, and all the rest of them, by L. M. Montgomery. If you have never read them, your education has been neglected; and you should remedy the defect. I read the whole series over twice, and I think I could enjoy reading them again if there were not so many things to be read.”
“What rolling country it is,” remarked Miss Ashton a little later. “I have heard that there is scarcely a half mile stretch of level land; and there are two mountain ranges, one on the west coast, and one on the north.”
“The character of the country surprises me,” said Jeanette. “For no good reason at all, I have always pictured it as flat.”
At Digby, nearly all the travelers got out for ice cream cones.
“Now, Nan,” warned Jeanette, “you know your weakness for missing trains. Please don’t go too far.”
They were wandering back to the station, when Nancy’s eye was caught by some post cards attractively displayed in the window of a small store.
“Go on, Janie,”’ she said. “I’ll snatch just a couple of these and catch up with you.”
“But don’t stay a minute,” cautioned Jeanette, walking on. “It’s nearly time for the train to start.”
She boarded the train, but stood on the platform looking anxiously up the road.