My cap is so pretty . Matthew bought it for me the day we were over at Carmody . It is one of those little blue velvet ones that are all the rage , with gold cord and tassels . Your new hat is elegant , Diana , and so becoming . When I saw you come into church last Sunday my heart swelled with pride to think you were my dearest friend . Do you suppose it 's wrong for us to think so much about our clothes ? Marilla says it is very sinful . But it is such an interesting subject , is n't it ? '' Marilla agreed to let Anne go to town , and it was arranged that Mr. Barry should take the girls in on the following Tuesday . As Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr. Barry wished to go and return the same day , it was necessary to make a very early start . But Anne counted it all joy , and was up before sunrise on Tuesday morning . A glance from her window assured her that the day would be fine , for the eastern sky behind the firs of the Haunted Wood was all silvery and cloudless . Through the gap in the trees a light was shining in the western gable of Orchard Slope , a token that Diana was also up . Anne was dressed by the time Matthew had the fire on and had the breakfast ready when Marilla came down , but for her own part was much too excited to eat . After breakfast the jaunty new cap and jacket were donned , and Anne hastened over the brook and up through the firs to Orchard Slope . Mr. Barry and Diana were waiting for her , and they were soon on the road . It was a long drive , but Anne and Diana enjoyed every minute of it . It was delightful to rattle along over the moist roads in the early red sunlight that was creeping across the shorn harvest fields . The air was fresh and crisp , and little smoke-blue mists curled through the valleys and floated off from the hills . Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning to hang out scarlet banners ; sometimes it crossed rivers on bridges that made Anne 's flesh cringe with the old , half-delightful fear ; sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and passed by a little cluster of weather-gray fishing huts ; again it mounted to hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or misty-blue sky could be seen ; but wherever it went there was much of interest to discuss .
It was almost noon when they reached XXXXX and found their way to `` Beechwood . ''
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