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springtide; and they went home as usual, by way of Spofford Avenue, that they might have the delight of looking at Patty's Place.
"I feel as if something mysterious were going to happen right away -- `by the pricking of my thumbs,' " said Anne, as they went up the slope. "It's a nice story-bookish feeling. Why -- why -- why! Priscilla Grant, look over there and tell me if it's true, or am I seein' things?"
Priscilla looked. Anne's thumbs and eyes had not deceived her. Over the arched gateway of Patty's Place dangled a little, modest sign. It said "To Let, Furnished. Inquire Within."
"Priscilla," said Anne, in a whisper, "do you suppose it's possible that we could rent Patty's Place?"
"No, I don't," averred Priscilla. "It would be too good to be true. Fairy tales don't happen nowadays. I won't hope, Anne. The disappointment would be too awful to bear. They're sure to want
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