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“
Your
birthday
?
But
your
birthday
was
in
March
!
”
“
That
wasn
’
t
my
fault
,
”
laughed
Anne
.
“
If
my
parents
had
consulted
me
it
would
never
have
happened
then
.
I
should
have
chosen
to
be
born
in
spring
,
of
course
.
It
must
be
delightful
to
come
into
the
world
with
the
mayflowers
and
violets
.
You
would
always
feel
that
you
were
their
foster
sister
.
But
since
I
didn
’
t
,
the
next
best
thing
is
to
celebrate
my
birthday
in
the
spring
.
Priscilla
is
coming
over
Saturday
and
Jane
will
be
home
.
We
’
ll
all
four
start
off
to
the
woods
and
spend
a
golden
day
making
the
acquaintance
of
the
spring
.
We
none
of
us
really
know
her
yet
,
but
we
’
ll
meet
her
back
there
as
we
never
can
anywhere
else
.
I
want
to
explore
all
those
fields
and
lonely
places
anyhow
.
I
have
a
conviction
that
there
are
scores
of
beautiful
nooks
there
that
have
never
really
been
SEEN
although
they
may
have
been
LOOKED
at
.
We
’
ll
make
friends
with
wind
and
sky
and
sun
,
and
bring
home
the
spring
in
our
hearts
.
”
“
It
SOUNDS
awfully
nice
,
”
said
Diana
,
with
some
inward
distrust
of
Anne
’
s
magic
of
words
.
“
But
won
’
t
it
be
very
damp
in
some
places
yet
?
”
“
Oh
,
we
’
ll
wear
rubbers
,
”
was
Anne
’
s
concession
to
practicalities
.
“
And
I
want
you
to
come
over
early
Saturday
morning
and
help
me
prepare
lunch
.
I
’
m
going
to
have
the
daintiest
things
possible
.
.
.
things
that
will
match
the
spring
,
you
understand
.
.
.
little
jelly
tarts
and
lady
fingers
,
and
drop
cookies
frosted
with
pink
and
yellow
icing
,
and
buttercup
cake
.
And
we
must
have
sandwiches
too
,
though
they
’
re
NOT
very
poetical
.
”
Saturday
proved
an
ideal
day
for
a
picnic
.
.
.
a
day
of
breeze
and
blue
,
warm
,
sunny
,
with
a
little
rollicking
wind
blowing
across
meadow
and
orchard
.
Over
every
sunlit
upland
and
field
was
a
delicate
,
flower
-
starred
green
.
Mr
.
Harrison
,
harrowing
at
the
back
of
his
farm
and
feeling
some
of
the
spring
witch
-
work
even
in
his
sober
,
middle
-
aged
blood
,
saw
four
girls
,
basket
laden
,
tripping
across
the
end
of
his
field
where
it
joined
a
fringing
woodland
of
birch
and
fir
.
Their
blithe
voices
and
laughter
echoed
down
to
him
.
“
It
’
s
so
easy
to
be
happy
on
a
day
like
this
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
Anne
was
saying
,
with
true
Anneish
philosophy
.
“
Let
’
s
try
to
make
this
a
really
golden
day
,
girls
,
a
day
to
which
we
can
always
look
back
with
delight
.
We
’
re
to
seek
for
beauty
and
refuse
to
see
anything
else
.
‘
Begone
,
dull
care
!
’
Jane
,
you
are
thinking
of
something
that
went
wrong
in
school
yesterday
.
”
“
How
do
you
know
?
”
gasped
Jane
,
amazed
.
“
Oh
,
I
know
the
expression
.
.
.
I
’
ve
felt
it
often
enough
on
my
own
face
.
But
put
it
out
of
your
mind
,
there
’
s
a
dear
.
It
will
keep
till
Monday
.
.
.
or
if
it
doesn
’
t
so
much
the
better
.
Oh
,
girls
,
girls
,
see
that
patch
of
violets
!
There
’
s
something
for
memory
’
s
picture
gallery
.
