Marilla came briskly forward as Matthew opened the door. But when her eyes fell on the odd little figure in the stiff, ugly dress, with the long braids of red hair and the eager, luminous eyes, she stopped short in amazement. "Matthew Cuthbert, whp's that?" she ejaculated . "Where is the boy?" "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly . "There was only her." He nodded at the child, remembering that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brough her. I asked the stationmaster. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in. "Well, this is a pretty piece of business!" ejculated Marilla. During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation