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“
The
very
first
thing
we
ought
to
do
when
we
get
started
is
to
have
that
hall
painted
,
”
said
Diana
,
as
they
drove
past
the
Avonlea
hall
,
a
rather
shabby
building
set
down
in
a
wooded
hollow
,
with
spruce
trees
hooding
it
about
on
all
sides
.
“
It
’
s
a
disgraceful
looking
place
and
we
must
attend
to
it
even
before
we
try
to
get
Mr
.
Levi
Boulder
to
pull
his
house
down
.
Father
says
we
’
ll
never
succeed
in
DOING
that
.
Levi
Boulter
is
too
mean
to
spend
the
time
it
would
take
.
”
“
Perhaps
he
’
ll
let
the
boys
take
it
down
if
they
promise
to
haul
the
boards
and
split
them
up
for
him
for
kindling
wood
,
”
said
Anne
hopefully
.
“
We
must
do
our
best
and
be
content
to
go
slowly
at
first
.
We
can
’
t
expect
to
improve
everything
all
at
once
.
We
’
ll
have
to
educate
public
sentiment
first
,
of
course
.
”
Diana
wasn
’
t
exactly
sure
what
educating
public
sentiment
meant
;
but
it
sounded
fine
and
she
felt
rather
proud
that
she
was
going
to
belong
to
a
society
with
such
an
aim
in
view
.
“
I
thought
of
something
last
night
that
we
could
do
,
Anne
.
You
know
that
three
-
cornered
piece
of
ground
where
the
roads
from
Carmody
and
Newbridge
and
White
Sands
meet
?
It
’
s
all
grown
over
with
young
spruce
;
but
wouldn
’
t
it
be
nice
to
have
them
all
cleared
out
,
and
just
leave
the
two
or
three
birch
trees
that
are
on
it
?
”
“
Splendid
,
”
agreed
Anne
gaily
.
“
And
have
a
rustic
seat
put
under
the
birches
.
And
when
spring
comes
we
’
ll
have
a
flower
-
bed
made
in
the
middle
of
it
and
plant
geraniums
.
”
“
Yes
;
only
we
’
ll
have
to
devise
some
way
of
getting
old
Mrs
.
Hiram
Sloane
to
keep
her
cow
off
the
road
,
or
she
’
ll
eat
our
geraniums
up
,
”
laughed
Diana
.
“
I
begin
to
see
what
you
mean
by
educating
public
sentiment
,
Anne
.
There
’
s
the
old
Boulter
house
now
.
Did
you
ever
see
such
a
rookery
?
And
perched
right
close
to
the
road
too
.
An
old
house
with
its
windows
gone
always
makes
me
think
of
something
dead
with
its
eyes
picked
out
.
”
“
I
think
an
old
,
deserted
house
is
such
a
sad
sight
,
”
said
Anne
dreamily
.
“
It
always
seems
to
me
to
be
thinking
about
its
past
and
mourning
for
its
old
-
time
joys
.
Marilla
says
that
a
large
family
was
raised
in
that
old
house
long
ago
,
and
that
it
was
a
real
pretty
place
,
with
a
lovely
garden
and
roses
climbing
all
over
it
.
It
was
full
of
little
children
and
laughter
and
songs
;
and
now
it
is
empty
,
and
nothing
ever
wanders
through
it
but
the
wind
.
How
lonely
and
sorrowful
it
must
feel
!
Perhaps
they
all
come
back
on
moonlit
nights
.
.
.
the
ghosts
of
the
little
children
of
long
ago
and
the
roses
and
the
songs
.
.
.
and
for
a
little
while
the
old
house
can
dream
it
is
young
and
joyous
again
.
”
Diana
shook
her
head
.
“
I
never
imagine
things
like
that
about
places
now
,
Anne
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
how
cross
mother
and
Marilla
were
when
we
imagined
ghosts
into
the
Haunted
Wood
?
To
this
day
I
can
’
t
go
through
that
bush
comfortably
after
dark
;
and
if
I
began
imagining
such
things
about
the
old
Boulter
house
I
’
d
be
frightened
to
pass
it
too
.
Besides
,
those
children
aren
’
t
dead
.
