You see Doctor
Burns is good enough to keep me informed as to how you come
on. You certainly seem to be coming on now. Please keep it up.
I shouldn't dare ask you to write to me if the Doctor hadn't
said you could--if you wouldn't do it enough to tire you.
So--I'm hoping.
Yours, under the same roof,
JORDAN KING.
"Good morning!" said a beloved voice from the doorway. Anne looked up
eagerly from her letter.
"Oh, Mrs. Burns--good morning! And won't you please stand quite still
for a minute while I look at you?"
Ellen laughed. To other people than Anne Linton she was always the
embodiment of quiet charm in her freshness of attire and air of general
daintiness. In the pale gray and white of her summer clothing, with a
spray of purple lilac tucked into her belt, she was a vision to rest the
eye upon. "You are looking ever so well yourself to-day," Ellen said as
she sat down close beside Anne, facing her. "Another week and you will
be showing us what you really look like."
"The little pink cover-up does me as much good as anything," declared
Anne. "I never thought I could wear pink with my carroty hair. But Miss
Arden says I can wear anything you say I can, and I believe her."
"Your hair is bronze, not carroty, and that apricot shade of pink tones
in with it beautifully. What a glorious mass of white lilacs! I never
saw any so fine."
"They're wonderful. I insisted on keeping them right here, I'm so fond of
the fragrance.
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