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She
did
not
make
much
headway
,
as
she
sorrowfully
admitted
to
herself
.
The
downfall
of
some
dear
hope
or
plan
plunged
Anne
into
“
deeps
of
affliction
.
”
The
fulfillment
thereof
exalted
her
to
dizzy
realms
of
delight
.
Marilla
had
almost
begun
to
despair
of
ever
fashioning
this
waif
of
the
world
into
her
model
little
girl
of
demure
manners
and
prim
deportment
.
Neither
would
she
have
believed
that
she
really
liked
Anne
much
better
as
she
was
.
Anne
went
to
bed
that
night
speechless
with
misery
because
Matthew
had
said
the
wind
was
round
northeast
and
he
feared
it
would
be
a
rainy
day
tomorrow
.
The
rustle
of
the
poplar
leaves
about
the
house
worried
her
,
it
sounded
so
like
pattering
raindrops
,
and
the
full
,
faraway
roar
of
the
gulf
,
to
which
she
listened
delightedly
at
other
times
,
loving
its
strange
,
sonorous
,
haunting
rhythm
,
now
seemed
like
a
prophecy
of
storm
and
disaster
to
a
small
maiden
who
particularly
wanted
a
fine
day
.
Anne
thought
that
the
morning
would
never
come
.
But
all
things
have
an
end
,
even
nights
before
the
day
on
which
you
are
invited
to
take
tea
at
the
manse
.
The
morning
,
in
spite
of
Matthew
’
s
predictions
,
was
fine
and
Anne
’
s
spirits
soared
to
their
highest
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
there
is
something
in
me
today
that
makes
me
just
love
everybody
I
see
,
”
she
exclaimed
as
she
washed
the
breakfast
dishes
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
how
good
I
feel
!
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
nice
if
it
could
last
?
I
believe
I
could
be
a
model
child
if
I
were
just
invited
out
to
tea
every
day
.
But
oh
,
Marilla
,
it
’
s
a
solemn
occasion
too
.
I
feel
so
anxious
.
What
if
I
shouldn
’
t
behave
properly
?
You
know
I
never
had
tea
at
a
manse
before
,
and
I
’
m
not
sure
that
I
know
all
the
rules
of
etiquette
,
although
I
’
ve
been
studying
the
rules
given
in
the
Etiquette
Department
of
the
Family
Herald
ever
since
I
came
here
.
I
’
m
so
afraid
I
’
ll
do
something
silly
or
forget
to
do
something
I
should
do
.
Would
it
be
good
manners
to
take
a
second
helping
of
anything
if
you
wanted
to
very
much
?
”
“
The
trouble
with
you
,
Anne
,
is
that
you
’
re
thinking
too
much
about
yourself
.
You
should
just
think
of
Mrs
.
Allan
and
what
would
be
nicest
and
most
agreeable
to
her
,
”
said
Marilla
,
hitting
for
once
in
her
life
on
a
very
sound
and
pithy
piece
of
advice
.
Anne
instantly
realized
this
.
“
You
are
right
,
Marilla
.
I
’
ll
try
not
to
think
about
myself
at
all
.
”
Anne
evidently
got
through
her
visit
without
any
serious
breach
of
“
etiquette
,
”
for
she
came
home
through
the
twilight
,
under
a
great
,
high
-
sprung
sky
gloried
over
with
trails
of
saffron
and
rosy
cloud
,
in
a
beatified
state
of
mind
and
told
Marilla
all
about
it
happily
,
sitting
on
the
big
red
-
sandstone
slab
at
the
kitchen
door
with
her
tired
curly
head
in
Marilla
’
s
gingham
lap
.
A
cool
wind
was
blowing
down
over
the
long
harvest
fields
from
the
rims
of
firry
western
hills
and
whistling
through
the
poplars
.
One
clear
star
hung
over
the
orchard
and
the
fireflies
were
flitting
over
in
Lover
’
s
Lane
,
in
and
out
among
the
ferns
and
rustling
boughs
.
Anne
watched
them
as
she
talked
and
somehow
felt
that
wind
and
stars
and
fireflies
were
all
tangled
up
together
into
something
unutterably
sweet
and
enchanting
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
I
’
ve
had
a
most
fascinating
time
.
I
feel
that
I
have
not
lived
in
vain
and
I
shall
always
feel
like
that
even
if
I
should
never
be
invited
to
tea
at
a
manse
again
.
When
I
got
there
Mrs
.
Allan
met
me
at
the
door
.
She
was
dressed
in
the
sweetest
dress
of
pale
-
pink
organdy
,
with
dozens
of
frills
and
elbow
sleeves
,
and
she
looked
just
like
a
seraph
.
I
really
think
I
’
d
like
to
be
a
minister
’
s
wife
when
I
grow
up
,
Marilla
.
A
minister
mightn
’
t
mind
my
red
hair
because
he
wouldn
’
t
be
thinking
of
such
worldly
things
.
But
then
of
course
one
would
have
to
be
naturally
good
and
I
’
ll
never
be
that
,
so
I
suppose
there
’
s
no
use
in
thinking
about
it
.
Some
people
are
naturally
good
,
you
know
,
and
others
are
not
.
I
’
m
one
of
the
others
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
says
I
’
m
full
of
original
sin
.
No
matter
how
hard
I
try
to
be
good
I
can
never
make
such
a
success
of
it
as
those
who
are
naturally
good
.
It
’
s
a
good
deal
like
geometry
,
I
expect
.
But
don
’
t
you
think
the
trying
so
hard
ought
to
count
for
something
?
Mrs
.
Allan
is
one
of
the
naturally
good
people
.
I
love
her
passionately
.
You
know
there
are
some
people
,
like
Matthew
and
Mrs
.
Allan
that
you
can
love
right
off
without
any
trouble
.
And
there
are
others
,
like
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
that
you
have
to
try
very
hard
to
love
.
You
know
you
ought
to
love
them
because
they
know
so
much
and
are
such
active
workers
in
the
church
,
but
you
have
to
keep
reminding
yourself
of
it
all
the
time
or
else
you
forget
.
There
was
another
little
girl
at
the
manse
to
tea
,
from
the
White
Sands
Sunday
school
.
Her
name
was
Laurette
Bradley
,
and
she
was
a
very
nice
little
girl
.
Not
exactly
a
kindred
spirit
,
you
know
,
but
still
very
nice
.
We
had
an
elegant
tea
,
and
I
think
I
kept
all
the
rules
of
etiquette
pretty
well
.
After
tea
Mrs
.
Allan
played
and
sang
and
she
got
Lauretta
and
me
to
sing
too
.
Mrs
.
Allan
says
I
have
a
good
voice
and
she
says
I
must
sing
in
the
Sunday
-
school
choir
after
this
.
You
can
’
t
think
how
I
was
thrilled
at
the
mere
thought
.
I
’
ve
longed
so
to
sing
in
the
Sunday
-
school
choir
,
as
Diana
does
,
but
I
feared
it
was
an
honor
I
could
never
aspire
to
.
Lauretta
had
to
go
home
early
because
there
is
a
big
concert
in
the
White
Sands
Hotel
tonight
and
her
sister
is
to
recite
at
it
.
Lauretta
says
that
the
Americans
at
the
hotel
give
a
concert
every
fortnight
in
aid
of
the
Charlottetown
hospital
,
and
they
ask
lots
of
the
White
Sands
people
to
recite
.
Lauretta
said
she
expected
to
be
asked
herself
someday
.
I
just
gazed
at
her
in
awe
.
After
she
had
gone
Mrs
.
Allan
and
I
had
a
heart
-
to
-
heart
talk
.
I
told
her
everything
—
about
Mrs
.
Thomas
and
the
twins
and
Katie
Maurice
and
Violetta
and
coming
to
Green
Gables
and
my
troubles
over
geometry
.
And
would
you
believe
it
,
Marilla
?
Mrs
.
Allan
told
me
she
was
a
dunce
at
geometry
too
.
You
don
’
t
know
how
that
encouraged
me
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
came
to
the
manse
just
before
I
left
,
and
what
do
you
think
,
Marilla
?
The
trustees
have
hired
a
new
teacher
and
it
’
s
a
lady
.
Her
name
is
Miss
Muriel
Stacy
.
Isn
’
t
that
a
romantic
name
?
Mrs
.
Lynde
says
they
’
ve
never
had
a
female
teacher
in
Avonlea
before
and
she
thinks
it
is
a
dangerous
innovation
