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Isn't that an address! Did you ever hear anything so delicious? Windy Poplars
is the name of my new home and I love it. I also love Spook's Lane, which has
no legal existence. It should be Trent Street but it is never called Trent Street
except on the rare occasions when it is mentioned in the Weekly Courier . . .
and then people look at each other and say, 'Where on earth is that?' Spook's
Lane it is . . . although for what reason I cannot tell you. I have already asked
Rebecca Dew about it, but all she can say is that it has always been Spook's
Lane and there was some old yarn years ago of its being haunted. But she has
never seen anything worse-looking than herself in it.
"However, I mustn't get ahead of my story. You don't know Rebecca Dew yet.
But you will, oh, yes, you will. I foresee that Rebecca Dew will figure largely
in my future correspondence.
"It's dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than
twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and . . . and . . . dusky.) In daylight
I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm
free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you. So I'm going to keep
this hour sacred to writing to you. Though this won’t be a love-letter. I have a
scratchy pen and I can't write love-letters with a scratchy pen . . . or a sharp
pen . . . or a stub pen. So you'll only get that kind of letter from me when I
have exactly the right kind of pen. Meanwhile, I'll tell you about my new
domicile and its inhabitants. Gilbert, they're such dears.
"I came up yesterday to look for a boarding-house. Mrs. Rachel Lynde came
with me, ostensibly to do some shopping but really, I know, to choose a
boarding-house for me. In spite of my Arts course and my B.A., Mrs. Lynde
still thinks I am an inexperienced young thing who must be guided and
directed and overseen.
"We came by train and oh, Gilbert, I had the funniest adventure. You know
I've always been one to whom adventures came unsought. I just seem to attract
them, as it were.
"It happened just as the train was coming to a stop at the station. I got up and,
stooping to pick up Mrs. Lynde's suitcase (she was planning to spend Sunday
with a friend in Summer side), I leaned my knuckles heavily on what I thought
was the shiny arm of a seat. In a second I received a violent crack across them
that nearly made me howl. Gilbert, what I had taken for the arm of a seat was
a man's bald head. He was glaring fiercely at me and had evidently just waked
up. I apologized abjectly and got off the train as quickly as possible. The last I
saw of him he was still glaring. Mrs. Lynde was horrified and my knuckles are
sore yet!
"I did not expect to have much trouble in finding a boarding-house, for a
certain Mrs. Tom Pringle has been boarding the various principals of the High
School for the last fifteen years. But, for some unknown reason, she has grown
suddenly tired of 'being bothered' and wouldn't take me. Several otherdesirable places had some polite excuse. Several other places weren't
desirable. We wandered about the town the whole afternoon and got hot and
tired and blue and headachy . . . at least I did. I was ready to give up in despair
. . . and then, Spook's Lane just happened!
"We had dropped in to see Mrs. Braddock, an old crony of Mrs. Lynde's. And
Mrs. Braddock said she thought 'the widows' might take me in.
"'I've heard they want a boarder to pay Rebecca Dew's wages. They can't
afford to keep Rebecca any longer unless a little extra money comes in. And if
Rebecca goes, who is to milk that old red cow?'
"Mrs. Braddock fixed me with a stern eye as if she thought I ought to milk the
red cow but wouldn't believe me on oath if I claimed I could
Answer:
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Explanation:
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