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“
Miss
Barry
was
a
kindred
spirit
,
after
all
,
”
Anne
confided
to
Marilla
.
“
You
wouldn
’
t
think
so
to
look
at
her
,
but
she
is
.
You
don
’
t
find
it
right
out
at
first
,
as
in
Matthew
’
s
case
,
but
after
a
while
you
come
to
see
it
Kindred
spirits
are
not
so
scarce
as
I
used
to
think
.
It
’
s
splendid
to
find
out
there
are
so
many
of
them
in
the
world
.
”
Spring
had
come
once
more
to
Green
Gables
—
the
beautiful
capricious
,
reluctant
Canadian
spring
,
lingering
along
through
April
and
May
in
a
succession
of
sweet
,
fresh
,
chilly
days
,
with
pink
sunsets
and
miracles
of
resurrection
and
growth
.
The
maples
in
Lover
’
s
Lane
were
red
budded
and
little
curly
ferns
pushed
up
around
the
Dryad
’
s
Bubble
.
Away
up
in
the
barrens
,
behind
Mr
.
Silas
Sloane
’
s
place
,
the
Mayflowers
blossomed
out
,
pink
and
white
stars
of
sweetness
under
their
brown
leaves
.
All
the
school
girls
and
boys
had
one
golden
afternoon
gathering
them
,
coming
home
in
the
clear
,
echoing
twilight
with
arms
and
baskets
full
of
flowery
spoil
.
“
I
’
m
so
sorry
for
people
who
live
in
lands
where
there
are
no
Mayflowers
,
”
said
Anne
.
“
Diana
says
perhaps
they
have
something
better
,
but
there
couldn
’
t
be
anything
better
than
Mayflowers
,
could
there
,
Marilla
?
And
Diana
says
if
they
don
’
t
know
what
they
are
like
they
don
’
t
miss
them
.
But
I
think
that
is
the
saddest
thing
of
all
.
I
think
it
would
be
tragic
,
Marilla
,
not
to
know
what
Mayflowers
are
like
and
not
to
miss
them
.
Do
you
know
what
I
think
Mayflowers
are
,
Marilla
?
I
think
they
must
be
the
souls
of
the
flowers
that
died
last
summer
and
this
is
their
heaven
.
But
we
had
a
splendid
time
today
,
Marilla
.
We
had
our
lunch
down
in
a
big
mossy
hollow
by
an
old
well
—
such
a
romantic
spot
.
Charlie
Sloane
dared
Arty
Gillis
to
jump
over
it
,
and
Arty
did
because
he
wouldn
’
t
take
a
dare
.
Nobody
would
in
school
.
It
is
very
fashionable
to
dare
.
Mr
.
Phillips
gave
all
the
Mayflowers
he
found
to
Prissy
Andrews
and
I
heard
him
to
say
‘
sweets
to
the
sweet
.
’
He
got
that
out
of
a
book
,
I
know
;
but
it
shows
he
has
some
imagination
.
I
was
offered
some
Mayflowers
too
,
but
I
rejected
them
with
scorn
.
I
can
’
t
tell
you
the
person
’
s
name
because
I
have
vowed
never
to
let
it
cross
my
lips
.
We
made
wreaths
of
the
Mayflowers
and
put
them
on
our
hats
;
and
when
the
time
came
to
go
home
we
marched
in
procession
down
the
road
,
two
by
two
,
with
our
bouquets
and
wreaths
,
singing
‘
My
Home
on
the
Hill
.
’
Oh
,
it
was
so
thrilling
,
Marilla
.
All
Mr
.
Silas
Sloane
’
s
folks
rushed
out
to
see
us
and
everybody
we
met
on
the
road
stopped
and
stared
after
us
.
We
made
a
real
sensation
.
”
“
Not
much
wonder
!
Such
silly
doings
!
”
was
Marilla
’
s
response
.
After
the
Mayflowers
came
the
violets
,
and
Violet
Vale
was
empurpled
with
them
.
Anne
walked
through
it
on
her
way
to
school
with
reverent
steps
and
worshiping
eyes
,
as
if
she
trod
on
holy
ground
.
“
Somehow
,
”
she
told
Diana
,
“
when
I
’
m
going
through
here
I
don
’
t
really
care
whether
Gil
—
whether
anybody
gets
ahead
of
me
in
class
or
not
.
But
when
I
’
m
up
in
school
it
’
s
all
different
and
I
care
as
much
as
ever
.
There
’
s
such
a
lot
of
different
Annes
in
me
.
I
sometimes
think
that
is
why
I
’
m
such
a
troublesome
person
.
If
I
was
just
the
one
Anne
it
would
be
ever
so
much
more
comfortable
,
but
then
it
wouldn
’
t
be
half
so
interesting
.
”
One
June
evening
,
when
the
orchards
were
pink
blossomed
again
,
when
the
frogs
were
singing
silverly
sweet
in
the
marshes
about
the
head
of
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
,
and
the
air
was
full
of
the
savor
of
clover
fields
and
balsamic
fir
woods
,
Anne
was
sitting
by
her
gable
window
.
She
had
been
studying
her
lessons
,
but
it
had
grown
too
dark
to
see
the
book
,
so
she
had
fallen
into
wide
-
eyed
reverie
,
looking
out
past
the
boughs
of
the
Snow
Queen
,
once
more
bestarred
with
its
tufts
of
blossom
.
