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COPYRIGHT 2005 Anne of Green Gables Society
Persis walked thoughtfully down the street under the big elms. The sun was setting behind the hills across the harbor, and the sky was a creamy yellow above the smokey blue haze of the downtown streets. There was a chill in the air and Persis shivered but she was so lost in thought that she did not remember that she was carrying her jacket on her arm.
Stella White's words, overheard that day during a lull at the ribbon counter, kept repeating themselves over and over in her brain to the clang of the cable cars and the ring of footsteps on the pavement:--
I'm tired of my life. It's so empty and bare. What pleasure do we ever have? Some girls 'lives are full of interesting things, but they never come our way even at secondhand.
Stella had spoken bitterly, perhaps prompted thereto by the sight of a millionaire's daughter, just home from Europe, who was walking down the store. Then the crowd of bargain customers had surged up again and Persis had pinned her wandering thoughts down to her pen and bunch of bills, once more.
I wish I could help Stella and the other girls, she thought, as she walked homeward. But I don't see how I can. I'm just as poor as they are, for that matter and I've really nothing I can share with them.
Persis was a...
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