Chapter 20: XX

XX Gilbert Speaks “This has been a dull, prosy day,” yawned Phil, stretching herself idly on the sofa, having previously dispossessed two exceedingly indignant cats. Anne looked up from Pickwick Papers. Now that spring examinations were over she was treating herself to Dickens. “It has been a prosy day for us,” she said thoughtfully, “but to some people it has been a wonderful day. Someone has been rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today—or a gre…