When Anne awoke she couldn't at first think where she was.
She lay in her little bed and looked up at the slanting ceiling, and at the red roses that nodded at the open window— and suddenly remembered all in a rush where she was!
"I'm at Kirrin Bay— and it's the holidays." she said to herself, and screwed up her legs with joy.
Then she looked across at the other bed.
In it lay the figure of another child, curled up under the bed-clothes.
Anne could just see the top of a curly head, and that was all.
When the figure stirred a little, Anne spoke.
"I say!
Are you Georgina?"
The child in the opposite bed sat up and looked across at Anne.
She had very short curly hair, almost as short as a boy's.
Her face was burnt a dark-brown with the sun, and her very blue eyes looked as bright as forget-me-nots in her face.
But her mouth was rather sulky, and she had a frown like her father's.
"No," she said.
"I'm not Georgina."
"Oh!" said Anne, in surprise.
"Then who are you?"
"I'm George," said the girl.
"I shall only answer if you call me George.
I hate being a girl.
I won't be.
I don't like doing the things that girls do.
I like doing the things that boys do.
I can climb better than any boy, and swim faster too.
I can sail a boat as well as any fisher-boy on this coast.
You're to call me George. Then I'll speak to you.
But I shan't if you don't."
"Oh!" said Anne, thinking that her new cousin was most extraordinary.
"All right! I don't care what I call you.
George is a nice name, I think.
I don't much like Georgina.
Anyway, you look like a boy."
"Do I really?" said George, the frown leaving her face for a moment.
"Mother was awfully cross with me when I cut my hair short.
I had hair all round my neck; it was awful."
The two girls stared at one another for a moment.
"Don't you simply hate being a girl?" asked George.
"No, of course not," said Anne.
"You see— I do like pretty frocks— and I love my dolls— and you can't do that if you're a boy."
"Pooh!
Fancy bothering about pretty frocks," said George, in a scornful voice.
"And dolls!
Well, you are a baby, that's all I can say."
Anne felt offended.
"You're not very polite," she said.
"You won't find that my brothers take much notice of you if you act as if you knew everything.
They're real boys, not pretend boys, like you."
"Well, if they're going to be nasty to me I shan't take any notice of them," said George, jumping out of bed.
"I didn't want any of you to come, anyway. Interfering with my life here!
I'm quite happy on my own.