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“
I
wish
there
had
been
a
schoolmaster
like
that
around
when
I
was
born
,
then
.
Oh
,
here
we
are
at
the
bridge
.
I
’
m
going
to
shut
my
eyes
tight
.
I
’
m
always
afraid
going
over
bridges
.
I
can
’
t
help
imagining
that
perhaps
just
as
we
get
to
the
middle
,
they
’
ll
crumple
up
like
a
jack
-
knife
and
nip
us
.
So
I
shut
my
eyes
.
But
I
always
have
to
open
them
for
all
when
I
think
we
’
re
getting
near
the
middle
.
Because
,
you
see
,
if
the
bridge
did
crumple
up
I
’
d
want
to
see
it
crumple
.
What
a
jolly
rumble
it
makes
!
I
always
like
the
rumble
part
of
it
.
Isn
’
t
it
splendid
there
are
so
many
things
to
like
in
this
world
?
There
we
’
re
over
.
Now
I
’
ll
look
back
.
Good
night
,
dear
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
.
I
always
say
good
night
to
the
things
I
love
,
just
as
I
would
to
people
.
I
think
they
like
it
.
That
water
looks
as
if
it
was
smiling
at
me
.
”
When
they
had
driven
up
the
further
hill
and
around
a
corner
Matthew
said
:
“
We
’
re
pretty
near
home
now
.
That
’
s
Green
Gables
over
—
”
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
tell
me
,
”
she
interrupted
breathlessly
,
catching
at
his
partially
raised
arm
and
shutting
her
eyes
that
she
might
not
see
his
gesture
.
“
Let
me
guess
.
I
’
m
sure
I
’
ll
guess
right
.
”
She
opened
her
eyes
and
looked
about
her
.
They
were
on
the
crest
of
a
hill
.
The
sun
had
set
some
time
since
,
but
the
landscape
was
still
clear
in
the
mellow
afterlight
.
To
the
west
a
dark
church
spire
rose
up
against
a
marigold
sky
.
Below
was
a
little
valley
and
beyond
a
long
,
gently
-
rising
slope
with
snug
farmsteads
scattered
along
it
.
From
one
to
another
the
child
’
s
eyes
darted
,
eager
and
wistful
.
At
last
they
lingered
on
one
away
to
the
left
,
far
back
from
the
road
,
dimly
white
with
blossoming
trees
in
the
twilight
of
the
surrounding
woods
.
Over
it
,
in
the
stainless
southwest
sky
,
a
great
crystal
-
white
star
was
shining
like
a
lamp
of
guidance
and
promise
.
“
That
’
s
it
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
she
said
,
pointing
.
Matthew
slapped
the
reins
on
the
sorrel
’
s
back
delightedly
.
“
Well
now
,
you
’
ve
guessed
it
!
But
I
reckon
Mrs
.
Spencer
described
it
so
’
s
you
could
tell
.
”
“
No
,
she
didn
’
t
—
really
she
didn
’
t
.
All
she
said
might
just
as
well
have
been
about
most
of
those
other
places
.
