A tall, slim girl, half-past sixteen, with serious gray eyes and hairwhich her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstonedoorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoonin August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil.A tall, slim girl, half-past sixteen, with serious gray eyes and hairwhich her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstonedoorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoonin August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil.