came into my eyes, but, oh, they were such happy tears. I was so
sorry when it was all over, and I told Miss Barry I didn't see
how I was ever to return to common life again. She said she
thought if we went over to the restaurant across the street and
had an ice cream it might help me. That sounded so prosaic; but
to my surprise I found it true. The ice cream was delicious,
Marilla, and it was so lovely and dissipated to be sitting there
eating it at eleven o'clock at night. Diana said she believed
she was born for city life. Miss Barry asked me what my opinion
was, but I said I would have to think it over very seriously
before I could tell her what I really thought. So I thought it
over after I went to bed. That is the best time to think things out.
And I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn't born for city life
and that I was glad of it. It's nice to be eating ice cream at
brilliant restaurants at eleven o'clock at night once in a while;
but as a regular thing I'd rather be in the east gable at eleven,
sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars
were shining outside and that the wind was blowing in the firs
across the brook. I told Miss Barry so at breakfast the next
morning and she laughed. Miss Barry generally laughed at
anything I said, even when I said the most solemn things.
I don't think I liked it, Marilla, because I wasn't trying to be
funny. But she is a most hospitable lady and treated us royally."

Friday brought going-home time, and Mr. Barry drove in for the girls.

"Well, I hope you've enjoyed yourselves," said Miss Barry, as she
bade them good-bye.

"Indeed we have," said Diana.