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“
The
five
-
thirty
train
has
been
in
and
gone
half
an
hour
ago
,
”
answered
that
brisk
official
.
“
But
there
was
a
passenger
dropped
off
for
you
—
a
little
girl
.
She
’
s
sitting
out
there
on
the
shingles
.
I
asked
her
to
go
into
the
ladies
’
waiting
room
,
but
she
informed
me
gravely
that
she
preferred
to
stay
outside
.
‘
There
was
more
scope
for
imagination
,
’
she
said
.
She
’
s
a
case
,
I
should
say
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
expecting
a
girl
,
”
said
Matthew
blankly
.
“
It
’
s
a
boy
I
’
ve
come
for
.
He
should
be
here
.
Mrs
.
Alexander
Spencer
was
to
bring
him
over
from
Nova
Scotia
for
me
.
”
The
stationmaster
whistled
.
“
Guess
there
’
s
some
mistake
,
”
he
said
.
“
Mrs
.
Spencer
came
off
the
train
with
that
girl
and
gave
her
into
my
charge
.
Said
you
and
your
sister
were
adopting
her
from
an
orphan
asylum
and
that
you
would
be
along
for
her
presently
.
That
’
s
all
I
know
about
it
—
and
I
haven
’
t
got
any
more
orphans
concealed
hereabouts
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
understand
,
”
said
Matthew
helplessly
,
wishing
that
Marilla
was
at
hand
to
cope
with
the
situation
.
“
Well
,
you
’
d
better
question
the
girl
,
”
said
the
station
-
master
carelessly
.
“
I
dare
say
she
’
ll
be
able
to
explain
—
she
’
s
got
a
tongue
of
her
own
,
that
’
s
certain
.
Maybe
they
were
out
of
boys
of
the
brand
you
wanted
.
”
He
walked
jauntily
away
,
being
hungry
,
and
the
unfortunate
Matthew
was
left
to
do
that
which
was
harder
for
him
than
bearding
a
lion
in
its
den
—
walk
up
to
a
girl
—
a
strange
girl
—
an
orphan
girl
—
and
demand
of
her
why
she
wasn
’
t
a
boy
.
Matthew
groaned
in
spirit
as
he
turned
about
and
shuffled
gently
down
the
platform
towards
her
.
She
had
been
watching
him
ever
since
he
had
passed
her
and
she
had
her
eyes
on
him
now
.
Matthew
was
not
looking
at
her
and
would
not
have
seen
what
she
was
really
like
if
he
had
been
,
but
an
ordinary
observer
would
have
seen
this
:
A
child
of
about
eleven
,
garbed
in
a
very
short
,
very
tight
,
very
ugly
dress
of
yellowish
-
gray
wincey
.
She
wore
a
faded
brown
sailor
hat
and
beneath
the
hat
,
extending
down
her
back
,
were
two
braids
of
very
thick
,
decidedly
red
hair
.
Her
face
was
small
,
white
and
thin
,
also
much
freckled
;
her
mouth
was
large
and
so
were
her
eyes
,
which
looked
green
in
some
lights
and
moods
and
gray
in
others
.
So
far
,
the
ordinary
observer
;
an
extraordinary
observer
might
have
seen
that
the
chin
was
very
pointed
and
pronounced
;
that
the
big
eyes
were
full
of
spirit
and
vivacity
;
that
the
mouth
was
sweet
-
lipped
and
expressive
;
that
the
forehead
was
broad
and
full
;
in
short
,
our
discerning
extraordinary
observer
might
have
concluded
that
no
commonplace
soul
inhabited
the
body
of
this
stray
woman
-
child
of
whom
shy
Matthew
Cuthbert
was
so
ludicrously
afraid
.
Matthew
,
however
,
was
spared
the
ordeal
of
speaking
first
,
for
as
soon
as
she
concluded
that
he
was
coming
to
her
she
stood
up
,
grasping
with
one
thin
brown
hand
the
handle
of
a
shabby
,
old
-
fashioned
carpet
-
bag
;
the
other
she
held
out
to
him
.
