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“
Hasn
’
t
it
been
a
delightful
time
?
”
sighed
Anne
rapturously
.
“
It
must
be
splendid
to
get
up
and
recite
there
.
Do
you
suppose
we
will
ever
be
asked
to
do
it
,
Diana
?
”
“
Yes
,
of
course
,
someday
.
They
’
re
always
wanting
the
big
scholars
to
recite
.
Gilbert
Blythe
does
often
and
he
’
s
only
two
years
older
than
us
.
Oh
,
Anne
,
how
could
you
pretend
not
to
listen
to
him
?
When
he
came
to
the
line
,
‘
There
’
s
Another
,
not
a
sister
,
’
he
looked
right
down
at
you
.
”
“
Diana
,
”
said
Anne
with
dignity
,
“
you
are
my
bosom
friend
,
but
I
cannot
allow
even
you
to
speak
to
me
of
that
person
.
Are
you
ready
for
bed
?
Let
’
s
run
a
race
and
see
who
’
ll
get
to
the
bed
first
.
”
The
suggestion
appealed
to
Diana
.
The
two
little
white
-
clad
figures
flew
down
the
long
room
,
through
the
spare
-
room
door
,
and
bounded
on
the
bed
at
the
same
moment
.
And
then
—
something
—
moved
beneath
them
,
there
was
a
gasp
and
a
cry
—
and
somebody
said
in
muffled
accents
:
“
Merciful
goodness
!
”
Anne
and
Diana
were
never
able
to
tell
just
how
they
got
off
that
bed
and
out
of
the
room
.
They
only
knew
that
after
one
frantic
rush
they
found
themselves
tiptoeing
shiveringly
upstairs
.
“
Oh
,
who
was
it
—
what
was
it
?
”
whispered
Anne
,
her
teeth
chattering
with
cold
and
fright
.
“
It
was
Aunt
Josephine
,
”
said
Diana
,
gasping
with
laughter
.
“
Oh
,
Anne
,
it
was
Aunt
Josephine
,
however
she
came
to
be
there
.
