Prillie Rogerson: A Short Story

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Anne, walking home from school through the Birch Path one November afternoon, felt convinced afresh that life was a very wonderful thing. The day had been a good day; all had gone well in her little kingdom. St.Claire Donnell had not fought any of the other boys over the question of his name; Prillie Rogerson 's face had been so puffed up from the effects of the toothache that she did not once try to coquette with the boys in her