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“
Oh
,
I
can
easily
understand
THAT
,
”
said
Anne
thoughtfully
.
“
I
wouldn
’
t
want
it
myself
for
a
steady
thing
,
because
,
although
I
love
the
fields
and
woods
,
I
love
people
too
.
But
I
can
understand
it
in
Hester
.
She
was
tired
to
death
of
the
noise
of
the
big
city
and
the
crowds
of
people
always
coming
and
going
and
caring
nothing
for
her
.
She
just
wanted
to
escape
from
it
all
to
some
still
,
green
,
friendly
place
where
she
could
rest
.
And
she
got
just
what
she
wanted
,
which
is
something
very
few
people
do
,
I
believe
.
She
had
four
beautiful
years
before
she
died
.
.
.
four
years
of
perfect
happiness
,
so
I
think
she
was
to
be
envied
more
than
pitied
.
And
then
to
shut
your
eyes
and
fall
asleep
among
roses
,
with
the
one
you
loved
best
on
earth
smiling
down
at
you
.
.
.
oh
,
I
think
it
was
beautiful
!
”
“
She
set
out
those
cherry
trees
over
there
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
She
told
mother
she
’
d
never
live
to
eat
their
fruit
,
but
she
wanted
to
think
that
something
she
had
planted
would
go
on
living
and
helping
to
make
the
world
beautiful
after
she
was
dead
.
”
“
I
’
m
so
glad
we
came
this
way
,
”
said
Anne
,
the
shining
-
eyed
.
“
This
is
my
adopted
birthday
,
you
know
,
and
this
garden
and
its
story
is
the
birthday
gift
it
has
given
me
.
Did
your
mother
ever
tell
you
what
Hester
Gray
looked
like
,
Diana
?
”
“
No
.
.
.
only
just
that
she
was
pretty
.
”
“
I
’
m
rather
glad
of
that
,
because
I
can
imagine
what
she
looked
like
,
without
being
hampered
by
facts
.
I
think
she
was
very
slight
and
small
,
with
softly
curling
dark
hair
and
big
,
sweet
,
timid
brown
eyes
,
and
a
little
wistful
,
pale
face
.
”
The
girls
left
their
baskets
in
Hester
’
s
garden
and
spent
the
rest
of
the
afternoon
rambling
in
the
woods
and
fields
surrounding
it
,
discovering
many
pretty
nooks
and
lanes
.
When
they
got
hungry
they
had
lunch
in
the
prettiest
spot
of
all
.
.
.
on
the
steep
bank
of
a
gurgling
brook
where
white
birches
shot
up
out
of
long
feathery
grasses
.
The
girls
sat
down
by
the
roots
and
did
full
justice
to
Anne
’
s
dainties
,
even
the
unpoetical
sandwiches
being
greatly
appreciated
by
hearty
,
unspoiled
appetites
sharpened
by
all
the
fresh
air
and
exercise
they
had
enjoyed
.
Anne
had
brought
glasses
and
lemonade
for
her
guests
,
but
for
her
own
part
drank
cold
brook
water
from
a
cup
fashioned
out
of
birch
bark
.
The
cup
leaked
,
and
the
water
tasted
of
earth
,
as
brook
water
is
apt
to
do
in
spring
;
but
Anne
thought
it
more
appropriate
to
the
occasion
than
lemonade
.
“
Look
do
you
see
that
poem
?
”
she
said
suddenly
,
pointing
.
“
Where
?
”
Jane
and
Diana
stared
,
as
if
expecting
to
see
Runic
rhymes
on
the
birch
trees
.
