For a moment she seemed the spirit of the sea personified -- all its mystery , all its passion , all its elusive charm . `` You -- you must think me crazy , '' stammered Anne , trying to recover her self-possession . To be seen by this stately girl in such an abandon of childishness -- she , Mrs. Dr. Blythe , with all the dignity of the matron to keep up -- it was too bad ! `` No , '' said the girl , `` I do n't . '' She said nothing more ; her voice was expressionless ; her manner slightly repellent ; but there was something in her eyes -- eager yet shy , defiant yet pleading -- which turned Anne from her purpose of walking away . Instead , she sat down on the boulder beside the girl . `` Let 's introduce ourselves , '' she said , with the smile that had never yet failed to win confidence and friendliness . `` I am Mrs. Blythe -- and I live in that little white house up the harbor shore . '' `` Yes , I know , '' said the girl . `` I am Leslie Moore -- Mrs. Dick Moore , '' she added stiffly . Anne was silent for a moment from sheer amazement . It had not occurred to her that this girl was married -- there seemed nothing of the wife about her . And that she should be the neighbor whom Anne had pictured as a commonplace Four Winds housewife ! Anne could not quickly adjust her mental focus to this astonishing change . `` Then -- then you live in that gray house up the brook , '' she stammered . `` Yes . I should have gone over to call on you long ago , '' said the other . She did not offer any explanation or excuse for not having gone . `` I wish you WOULD come , '' said Anne , recovering herself somewhat . `` We 're such near neighbors we ought to be friends .
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