Anne To Philippa
"Anne Shirley to Philippa Gordon, greeting.

"Well-beloved, it's high time I was writing you. Here am I, installed once more as a country `schoolma'am' at Valley Road, boarding at `Wayside,' the home of Miss Janet Sweet. Janet is a dear soul and very nicelooking; tall, but not over-tall; stoutish, yet with a certain restraint of outline suggestive of a thrifty soul who is not going to be overlavish even in the matter of avoirdupois. She has a knot of soft, crimpy, brown hair with a thread of gray in it, a sunny face with rosy cheeks, and big, kind eyes as blue as forget-me-nots. Moreover, she is one of those delightful, old-fashioned cooks who don't care a bit if they ruin your digestion as long as they can give you feasts of fat things.

"I like her; and she likes me -- principally, it seems, because she had a sister named Anne who died young.

"`I'm real glad to see you,' she said briskly, when I landed in her yard. `My, you don't look a mite like I expected. I was sure you'd be dark -- my sister Anne was dark. And here you're redheaded!'