And how hungrily Leslie's
eyes looked at the bookcases between the windows!
"Our library isn't very extensive," said Anne, "but
every book in it is a FRIEND. We've picked our books
up through the years, here and there, never buying one
until we had first read it and knew that it belonged to
the race of Joseph."
Leslie laughed--beautiful laughter that seemed akin to
all the mirth that had echoed through the little house
in the vanished years.
"I have a few books of father's--not many," she said.
"I've read them until I know them almost by heart. I
don't get many books. There's a circulating library at
the Glen store--but I don't think the committee who
pick the books for Mr. Parker know what books are of
Joseph's race--or perhaps they don't care. It was so
seldom I got one I really liked that I gave up getting
any."
"I hope you'll look on our bookshelves as your own,"
said Anne.
"You are entirely and wholeheartedly welcome to the
loan of any book on them."
"You are setting a feast of fat things before me,"
said Leslie, joyously.
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