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In
all
essential
respects
the
little
gable
chamber
was
unchanged
.
The
walls
were
as
white
,
the
pincushion
as
hard
,
the
chairs
as
stiffly
and
yellowly
upright
as
ever
.
Yet
the
whole
character
of
the
room
was
altered
.
It
was
full
of
a
new
vital
,
pulsing
personality
that
seemed
to
pervade
it
and
to
be
quite
independent
of
schoolgirl
books
and
dresses
and
ribbons
,
and
even
of
the
cracked
blue
jug
full
of
apple
blossoms
on
the
table
.
It
was
as
if
all
the
dreams
,
sleeping
and
waking
,
of
its
vivid
occupant
had
taken
a
visible
although
unmaterial
form
and
had
tapestried
the
bare
room
with
splendid
filmy
tissues
of
rainbow
and
moonshine
.
Presently
Marilla
came
briskly
in
with
some
of
Anne
’
s
freshly
ironed
school
aprons
.
She
hung
them
over
a
chair
and
sat
down
with
a
short
sigh
.
She
had
had
one
of
her
headaches
that
afternoon
,
and
although
the
pain
had
gone
she
felt
weak
and
“
tuckered
out
,
”
as
she
expressed
it
.
Anne
looked
at
her
with
eyes
limpid
with
sympathy
.
“
I
do
truly
wish
I
could
have
had
the
headache
in
your
place
,
Marilla
.
I
would
have
endured
it
joyfully
for
your
sake
.
”
“
I
guess
you
did
your
part
in
attending
to
the
work
and
letting
me
rest
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
You
seem
to
have
got
on
fairly
well
and
made
fewer
mistakes
than
usual
.
Of
course
it
wasn
’
t
exactly
necessary
to
starch
Matthew
’
s
handkerchiefs
!
And
most
people
when
they
put
a
pie
in
the
oven
to
warm
up
for
dinner
take
it
out
and
eat
it
when
it
gets
hot
instead
of
leaving
it
to
be
burned
to
a
crisp
.
But
that
doesn
’
t
seem
to
be
your
way
evidently
.
”
Headaches
always
left
Marilla
somewhat
sarcastic
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
”
said
Anne
penitently
.
“
I
never
thought
about
that
pie
from
the
moment
I
put
it
in
the
oven
till
now
,
although
I
felt
instinctively
that
there
was
something
missing
on
the
dinner
table
.
I
was
firmly
resolved
,
when
you
left
me
in
charge
this
morning
,
not
to
imagine
anything
,
but
keep
my
thoughts
on
facts
.
I
did
pretty
well
until
I
put
the
pie
in
,
and
then
an
irresistible
temptation
came
to
me
to
imagine
I
was
an
enchanted
princess
shut
up
in
a
lonely
tower
with
a
handsome
knight
riding
to
my
rescue
on
a
coal
-
black
steed
.
So
that
is
how
I
came
to
forget
the
pie
.
I
didn
’
t
know
I
starched
the
handkerchiefs
.
All
the
time
I
was
ironing
I
was
trying
to
think
of
a
name
for
a
new
island
Diana
and
I
have
discovered
up
the
brook
.
It
’
s
the
most
ravishing
spot
,
Marilla
.
There
are
two
maple
trees
on
it
and
the
brook
flows
right
around
it
.
At
last
it
struck
me
that
it
would
be
splendid
to
call
it
Victoria
Island
because
we
found
it
on
the
Queen
’
s
birthday
.
Both
Diana
and
I
are
very
loyal
.
But
I
’
m
sorry
about
that
pie
and
the
handkerchiefs
.
I
wanted
to
be
extra
good
today
because
it
’
s
an
anniversary
.
Do
you
remember
what
happened
this
day
last
year
,
Marilla
?
”
“
No
,
I
can
’
t
think
of
anything
special
.
”
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
it
was
the
day
I
came
to
Green
Gables
.
I
shall
never
forget
it
.
It
was
the
turning
point
in
my
life
.
Of
course
it
wouldn
’
t
seem
so
important
to
you
.
I
’
ve
been
here
for
a
year
and
I
’
ve
been
so
happy
.
Of
course
,
I
’
ve
had
my
troubles
,
but
one
can
live
down
troubles
.
Are
you
sorry
you
kept
me
,
Marilla
?
”
“
No
,
I
can
’
t
say
I
’
m
sorry
,
”
said
Marilla
,
who
sometimes
wondered
how
she
could
have
lived
before
Anne
came
to
Green
Gables
,
“
no
,
not
exactly
sorry
.
If
you
’
ve
finished
your
lessons
,
Anne
,
I
want
you
to
run
over
and
ask
Mrs
.
Barry
if
she
’
ll
lend
me
Diana
’
s
apron
pattern
.
”
