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True
,
Anne
could
not
help
a
little
pang
when
she
contrasted
her
plain
black
tam
and
shapeless
,
tight
-
sleeved
,
homemade
gray
-
cloth
coat
with
Diana
’
s
jaunty
fur
cap
and
smart
little
jacket
.
But
she
remembered
in
time
that
she
had
an
imagination
and
could
use
it
.
Then
Diana
’
s
cousins
,
the
Murrays
from
Newbridge
,
came
;
they
all
crowded
into
the
big
pung
sleigh
,
among
straw
and
furry
robes
.
Anne
reveled
in
the
drive
to
the
hall
,
slipping
along
over
the
satin
-
smooth
roads
with
the
snow
crisping
under
the
runners
.
There
was
a
magnificent
sunset
,
and
the
snowy
hills
and
deep
-
blue
water
of
the
St
.
Lawrence
Gulf
seemed
to
rim
in
the
splendor
like
a
huge
bowl
of
pearl
and
sapphire
brimmed
with
wine
and
fire
.
Tinkles
of
sleigh
bells
and
distant
laughter
,
that
seemed
like
the
mirth
of
wood
elves
,
came
from
every
quarter
.
“
Oh
,
Diana
,
”
breathed
Anne
,
squeezing
Diana
’
s
mittened
hand
under
the
fur
robe
,
“
isn
’
t
it
all
like
a
beautiful
dream
?
Do
I
really
look
the
same
as
usual
?
I
feel
so
different
that
it
seems
to
me
it
must
show
in
my
looks
.
”
“
You
look
awfully
nice
,
”
said
Diana
,
who
having
just
received
a
compliment
from
one
of
her
cousins
,
felt
that
she
ought
to
pass
it
on
.
“
You
’
ve
got
the
loveliest
color
.
”
The
program
that
night
was
a
series
of
“
thrills
”
for
at
least
one
listener
in
the
audience
,
and
,
as
Anne
assured
Diana
,
every
succeeding
thrill
was
thrillier
than
the
last
.
When
Prissy
Andrews
,
attired
in
a
new
pink
-
silk
waist
with
a
string
of
pearls
about
her
smooth
white
throat
and
real
carnations
in
her
hair
—
rumor
whispered
that
the
master
had
sent
all
the
way
to
town
for
them
for
her
—
“
climbed
the
slimy
ladder
,
dark
without
one
ray
of
light
,
”
Anne
shivered
in
luxurious
sympathy
;
when
the
choir
sang
“
Far
Above
the
Gentle
Daisies
”
Anne
gazed
at
the
ceiling
as
if
it
were
frescoed
with
angels
;
when
Sam
Sloane
proceeded
to
explain
and
illustrate
“
How
Sockery
Set
a
Hen
”
Anne
laughed
until
people
sitting
near
her
laughed
too
,
more
out
of
sympathy
with
her
than
with
amusement
at
a
selection
that
was
rather
threadbare
even
in
Avonlea
;
and
when
Mr
.
Phillips
gave
Mark
Antony
’
s
oration
over
the
dead
body
of
Caesar
in
the
most
heart
-
stirring
tones
—
looking
at
Prissy
Andrews
at
the
end
of
every
sentence
—
Anne
felt
that
she
could
rise
and
mutiny
on
the
spot
if
but
one
Roman
citizen
led
the
way
.
Only
one
number
on
the
program
failed
to
interest
her
.
When
Gilbert
Blythe
recited
“
Bingen
on
the
Rhine
”
Anne
picked
up
Rhoda
Murray
’
s
library
book
and
read
it
until
he
had
finished
,
when
she
sat
rigidly
stiff
and
motionless
while
Diana
clapped
her
hands
until
they
tingled
.
It
was
eleven
when
they
got
home
,
sated
with
dissipation
,
but
with
the
exceeding
sweet
pleasure
of
talking
it
all
over
still
to
come
.
Everybody
seemed
asleep
and
the
house
was
dark
and
silent
.
Anne
and
Diana
tiptoed
into
the
parlor
,
a
long
narrow
room
out
of
which
the
spare
room
opened
.
It
was
pleasantly
warm
and
dimly
lighted
by
the
embers
of
a
fire
in
the
grate
.
“
Let
’
s
undress
here
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
It
’
s
so
nice
and
warm
.
”
