Chapter 12: XII

XII “Averil’s Atonement” “What are you dreaming of, Anne?” The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the brook. Ferns nodded in it, and little grasses were green, and wild pears hung finely-scented, white curtains around it. Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh. “I was thinking out my story, Diana.” “Oh, have you really begun it?” cried Diana, all alight with eager interest in a moment. “Yes, I have only a few pages written, but I have …