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“
No
,
indeed
,
you
won
’
t
,
”
said
Anne
vehemently
.
“
If
you
do
the
story
of
this
will
get
out
everywhere
and
I
shall
be
ashamed
to
show
my
face
.
No
,
we
must
just
wait
until
the
Copp
girls
come
home
and
bind
them
to
secrecy
.
They
’
ll
know
where
the
axe
is
and
get
me
out
.
I
’
m
not
uncomfortable
,
as
long
as
I
keep
perfectly
still
.
.
.
not
uncomfortable
in
BODY
I
mean
.
I
wonder
what
the
Copp
girls
value
this
house
at
.
I
shall
have
to
pay
for
the
damage
I
’
ve
done
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
that
if
I
were
only
sure
they
would
understand
my
motive
in
peeping
in
at
their
pantry
window
.
My
sole
comfort
is
that
the
platter
is
just
the
kind
I
want
and
if
Miss
Copp
will
only
sell
it
to
me
I
shall
be
resigned
to
what
has
happened
.
”
“
What
if
the
Copp
girls
don
’
t
come
home
until
after
night
.
.
.
or
till
tomorrow
?
”
suggested
Diana
.
“
If
they
’
re
not
back
by
sunset
you
’
ll
have
to
go
for
other
assistance
,
I
suppose
,
”
said
Anne
reluctantly
,
“
but
you
mustn
’
t
go
until
you
really
have
to
.
Oh
dear
,
this
is
a
dreadful
predicament
.
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
my
misfortunes
so
much
if
they
were
romantic
,
as
Mrs
.
Morgan
’
s
heroines
’
always
are
,
but
they
are
always
just
simply
ridiculous
.
Fancy
what
the
Copp
girls
will
think
when
they
drive
into
their
yard
and
see
a
girl
’
s
head
and
shoulders
sticking
out
of
the
roof
of
one
of
their
outhouses
.
Listen
.
.
.
is
that
a
wagon
?
No
,
Diana
,
I
believe
it
is
thunder
.
”
Thunder
it
was
undoubtedly
,
and
Diana
,
having
made
a
hasty
pilgrimage
around
the
house
,
returned
to
announce
that
a
very
black
cloud
was
rising
rapidly
in
the
northwest
.
“
I
believe
we
’
re
going
to
have
a
heavy
thunder
-
shower
,
”
she
exclaimed
in
dismay
,
“
Oh
,
Anne
,
what
will
we
do
?
”
“
We
must
prepare
for
it
,
”
said
Anne
tranquilly
.
A
thunderstorm
seemed
a
trifle
in
comparison
with
what
had
already
happened
.
“
You
’
d
better
drive
the
horse
and
buggy
into
that
open
shed
.
Fortunately
my
parasol
is
in
the
buggy
.
Here
.
.
.
take
my
hat
with
you
.
Marilla
told
me
I
was
a
goose
to
put
on
my
best
hat
to
come
to
the
Tory
Road
and
she
was
right
,
as
she
always
is
.
”
Diana
untied
the
pony
and
drove
into
the
shed
,
just
as
the
first
heavy
drops
of
rain
fell
.
There
she
sat
and
watched
the
resulting
downpour
,
which
was
so
thick
and
heavy
that
she
could
hardly
see
Anne
through
it
,
holding
the
parasol
bravely
over
her
bare
head
.
There
was
not
a
great
deal
of
thunder
,
but
for
the
best
part
of
an
hour
the
rain
came
merrily
down
.
Occasionally
Anne
slanted
back
her
parasol
and
waved
an
encouraging
hand
to
her
friend
;
But
conversation
at
that
distance
was
quite
out
of
the
question
.
Finally
the
rain
ceased
,
the
sun
came
out
,
and
Diana
ventured
across
the
puddles
of
the
yard
.
“
Did
you
get
very
wet
?
”
she
asked
anxiously
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
”
returned
Anne
cheerfully
.
“
My
head
and
shoulders
are
quite
dry
and
my
skirt
is
only
a
little
damp
where
the
rain
beat
through
the
lathes
.
Don
’
t
pity
me
,
Diana
,
for
I
haven
’
t
minded
it
at
all
.
