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“
Minnie
May
asked
me
the
other
day
if
we
would
wear
our
best
dresses
every
day
in
heaven
,
”
laughed
Diana
.
“
And
didn
’
t
you
tell
her
we
would
?
”
asked
Anne
.
“
Mercy
,
no
!
I
told
her
we
wouldn
’
t
be
thinking
of
dresses
at
all
there
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
think
we
will
.
.
.
a
LITTLE
,
”
said
Anne
earnestly
.
“
There
’
ll
be
plenty
of
time
in
all
eternity
for
it
without
neglecting
more
important
things
.
I
believe
we
’
ll
all
wear
beautiful
dresses
.
.
.
or
I
suppose
RAIMENT
would
be
a
more
suitable
way
of
speaking
.
I
shall
want
to
wear
pink
for
a
few
centuries
at
first
.
.
.
it
would
take
me
that
long
to
get
tired
of
it
,
I
feel
sure
.
I
do
love
pink
so
and
I
can
never
wear
it
in
THIS
world
.
”
Past
the
spruces
the
lane
dipped
down
into
a
sunny
little
open
where
a
log
bridge
spanned
a
brook
;
and
then
came
the
glory
of
a
sunlit
beechwood
where
the
air
was
like
transparent
golden
wine
,
and
the
leaves
fresh
and
green
,
and
the
wood
floor
a
mosaic
of
tremulous
sunshine
.
Then
more
wild
cherries
,
and
a
little
valley
of
lissome
firs
,
and
then
a
hill
so
steep
that
the
girls
lost
their
breath
climbing
it
;
but
when
they
reached
the
top
and
came
out
into
the
open
the
prettiest
surprise
of
all
awaited
them
.
Beyond
were
the
“
back
fields
”
of
the
farms
that
ran
out
to
the
upper
Carmody
road
.
Just
before
them
,
hemmed
in
by
beeches
and
firs
but
open
to
the
south
,
was
a
little
corner
and
in
it
a
garden
.
.
.
or
what
had
once
been
a
garden
.
A
tumbledown
stone
dyke
,
overgrown
with
mosses
and
grass
,
surrounded
it
.
Along
the
eastern
side
ran
a
row
of
garden
cherry
trees
,
white
as
a
snowdrift
.
There
were
traces
of
old
paths
still
and
a
double
line
of
rosebushes
through
the
middle
;
but
all
the
rest
of
the
space
was
a
sheet
of
yellow
and
white
narcissi
,
in
their
airiest
,
most
lavish
,
wind
-
swayed
bloom
above
the
lush
green
grasses
.
“
Oh
,
how
perfectly
lovely
!
”
three
of
the
girls
cried
.
Anne
only
gazed
in
eloquent
silence
.
“
How
in
the
world
does
it
happen
that
there
ever
was
a
garden
back
here
?
”
said
Priscilla
in
amazement
.
“
It
must
be
Hester
Gray
’
s
garden
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
I
’
ve
heard
mother
speak
of
it
but
I
never
saw
it
before
,
and
I
wouldn
’
t
have
supposed
that
it
could
be
in
existence
still
.
You
’
ve
heard
the
story
,
Anne
?
”
