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“
Dear
old
Jane
is
a
jewel
,
”
agreed
Anne
,
“
but
,
”
she
added
,
leaning
forward
to
bestow
a
tender
pat
on
the
plump
,
dimpled
little
hand
hanging
over
her
pillow
,
“
there
’
s
nobody
like
my
own
Diana
after
all
.
Do
you
remember
that
evening
we
first
met
,
Diana
,
and
‘
swore
’
eternal
friendship
in
your
garden
?
We
’
ve
kept
that
‘
oath
,
’
I
think
.
.
.
we
’
ve
never
had
a
quarrel
nor
even
a
coolness
.
I
shall
never
forget
the
thrill
that
went
over
me
the
day
you
told
me
you
loved
me
.
I
had
had
such
a
lonely
,
starved
heart
all
through
my
childhood
.
I
’
m
just
beginning
to
realize
how
starved
and
lonely
it
really
was
.
Nobody
cared
anything
for
me
or
wanted
to
be
bothered
with
me
.
I
should
have
been
miserable
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
that
strange
little
dream
-
life
of
mine
,
wherein
I
imagined
all
the
friends
and
love
I
craved
.
But
when
I
came
to
Green
Gables
everything
was
changed
.
And
then
I
met
you
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
your
friendship
meant
to
me
.
I
want
to
thank
you
here
and
now
,
dear
,
for
the
warm
and
true
affection
you
’
ve
always
given
me
”
“
And
always
,
always
will
,
”
sobbed
Diana
.
“
I
shall
NEVER
love
anybody
.
.
.
any
GIRL
.
.
.
half
as
well
as
I
love
you
.
And
if
I
ever
do
marry
and
have
a
little
girl
of
my
own
I
’
m
going
to
name
her
ANNE
.
”
“
Where
are
you
going
,
all
dressed
up
,
Anne
?
”
Davy
wanted
to
know
.
“
You
look
bully
in
that
dress
.
”
Anne
had
come
down
to
dinner
in
a
new
dress
of
pale
green
muslin
.
.
.
the
first
color
she
had
worn
since
Matthew
’
s
death
.
It
became
her
perfectly
,
bringing
out
all
the
delicate
,
flower
-
like
tints
of
her
face
and
the
gloss
and
burnish
of
her
hair
.
“
Davy
,
how
many
times
have
I
told
you
that
you
mustn
’
t
use
that
word
,
”
she
rebuked
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
Echo
Lodge
.
”
“
Take
me
with
you
,
”
entreated
Davy
.
“
I
would
if
I
were
driving
.
But
I
’
m
going
to
walk
and
it
’
s
too
far
for
your
eight
-
year
-
old
legs
.
Besides
,
Paul
is
going
with
me
and
I
fear
you
don
’
t
enjoy
yourself
in
his
company
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
like
Paul
lots
better
’
n
I
did
,
”
said
Davy
,
beginning
to
make
fearful
inroads
into
his
pudding
.
“
Since
I
’
ve
got
pretty
good
myself
I
don
’
t
mind
his
being
gooder
so
much
.
If
I
can
keep
on
I
’
ll
catch
up
with
him
some
day
,
both
in
legs
and
goodness
.
‘
Sides
,
Paul
’
s
real
nice
to
us
second
primer
boys
in
school
.
He
won
’
t
let
the
other
big
boys
meddle
with
us
and
he
shows
us
lots
of
games
.
”
“
How
came
Paul
to
fall
into
the
brook
at
noon
hour
yesterday
?
”
asked
Anne
.
“
I
met
him
on
the
playground
,
such
a
dripping
figure
that
I
sent
him
promptly
home
for
clothes
without
waiting
to
find
out
what
had
happened
.
”
