"I suppose that very moon is looking down on Green Gables now，"she mused. "But I won't think about it -- that way homesickness lies. I'm not even going to have my good cry. I'll put that off to a more convenient season， and just now I'll go calmly and sensibly to bed and to sleep."第一章
April's Lady Kingsport is a quaint old town， hearking back to early Colonial days， and wrapped in its ancient atmosphere， as some fine old dame in garments fashioned like those of her youth. Here and there it sprouts out into modernity， but at heart it is still unspoiled；it is full of curious relics， and haloed by the romance of many legends of the past. Once it was a mere frontier station on the fringe of the wilderness， and those were the days when Indians kept life from being monotonous to the settlers. Then it grew to be a bone of contention between the British and the French， being occupied now by the one and now by the other， emerging from each occupation with some fresh scar of battling nations branded on it.
It has in its park a martello tower， autographed all over by tourists， a dismantled old French fort on the hills beyond the town， and several antiquated cannon in its public squares.
It has other historic spots also， which may be hunted out by the curious， and none is more quaint and delightful than Old St. John's Cemetery at the very core of the town， with streets of quiet， old-time houses on two sides， and busy， bustling， modern thoroughfares on the others. Every citizen of Kingsport feels a thrill of possessive pride in Old St. John's， for， if he be of any pretensions at all， he has an ancestor buried there， with a queer， crooked slab at his head， or else sprawling protectively over the grave， on which all the main facts of his history are recorded. For the most part no great art or skill was lavished on those old tombstones. The larger number are of roughly chiselled brown or gray native stone， and only in a few cases is there any attempt at ornamentation. Some are adorned with skull and cross-bones， and this grizzly decoration is frequently coupled with a cherub's head. Many are prostrate and in ruins.
Into almost all Time's tooth has been gnawing， until some inscriptions have been completely effaced， and others can only be deciphered with difficulty. The graveyard is very full and very bowery， for it is surrounded and intersected by rows of elms and willows， beneath whose shade the sleepers must lie very dreamlessly， forever crooned to by the winds and leaves over them， and quite undisturbed by the clamor of traffic just beyond.
Anne took the first of many rambles in Old St. John's the next afternoon.
She and Priscilla had gone to Redmond in the forenoon and registered as students， after which there was nothing more to do that day. The girls gladly made their escape， for it was not exhilarating to be surrounded by crowds of strangers， most of whom had a rather alien appearance， as if not quite sure where they belonged.
The "freshettes" stood about in detached groups of two or three， looking askance at each other； the "freshies，" wiser in their day and generation， had banded themselves together on the big staircase of the entrance hall， where they were shouting out glees with all the vigor of youthful lungs， as a species of defiance to their traditional enemies， the Sophomores， a few of whom were prowling loftily about， looking properly disdainful of the "unlicked cubs" on the stairs. Gilbert and Charlie were nowhere to be seen.
"Little did I think the day would ever come when I'd be glad of the sight of a Sloane，" said Priscilla， as they crossed the campus， "but I'd welcome Charlie's goggle eyes almost ecstatically. At least， they'd be familiar eyes.""Oh，" sighed Anne. "I can't describe how I felt when I was standing there， waiting my turn to be registered -- as insignificant as the teeniest drop in a most enormous bucket.
It's bad enough to feel insignificant， but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never， can never， be anything but insignificant， and that is how I did feel --as if I were invisible to the naked eye and some of those Sophs might step on me. I knew I would go down to my grave unwept， unhonored and unsung.""Wait till next year，" comforted Priscilla. "Then we'll be able to look as bored and sophisticated as any Sophomore of them all.
No doubt it is rather dreadful to feel insignificant； but I think it's better than to feel as big and awkward as I did -- as if I were sprawled all over Redmond. That's how I felt -- I suppose because I was a good two inches taller than any one else in the crowd.
I wasn't afraid a Soph might walk over me； I was afraid they'd take me for an elephant， or an overgrown sample of a potato-fed Islander.""I suppose the trouble is we can't forgive big Redmond for not being little Queen's，" said Anne， gathering about her the shreds of her old cheerful philosophy to cover her nakedness of spirit.
"When we left Queen's we knew everybody and had a place of our own.
I suppose we have been unconsciously expecting to take life up at Redmond just where we left off at Queen's， and now we feel as if the ground had slipped from under our feet. I'm thankful that neither Mrs. Lynde nor Mrs. Elisha Wright know， or ever will know， my state of mind at present. They would exult in saying `I told you so，' and be convinced it was the beginning of the end. Whereas it is just the end of the beginning.""Exactly. That sounds more Anneish. In a little while we'll be acclimated and acquainted， and all will be well. Anne， did you notice the girl who stood alone just outside the door of the coeds' dressing room all the morning -- the pretty one with the brown eyes and crooked mouth？""Yes， I did. I noticed her particularly because she seemed the only creature there who LOOKED as lonely and friendless as I FELT.
I had YOU， but she had no one."
