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”
“
The
way
I
feel
at
present
,
Anne
,
”
said
Marilla
,
“
is
that
it
’
s
high
time
you
had
those
dishes
washed
.
You
’
ve
taken
half
an
hour
longer
than
you
should
with
all
your
chattering
.
Learn
to
work
first
and
talk
afterwards
.
”
Marilla
,
walking
home
one
late
April
evening
from
an
Aid
meeting
,
realized
that
the
winter
was
over
and
gone
with
the
thrill
of
delight
that
spring
never
fails
to
bring
to
the
oldest
and
saddest
as
well
as
to
the
youngest
and
merriest
.
Marilla
was
not
given
to
subjective
analysis
of
her
thoughts
and
feelings
.
She
probably
imagined
that
she
was
thinking
about
the
Aids
and
their
missionary
box
and
the
new
carpet
for
the
vestry
room
,
but
under
these
reflections
was
a
harmonious
consciousness
of
red
fields
smoking
into
pale
-
purply
mists
in
the
declining
sun
,
of
long
,
sharp
-
pointed
fir
shadows
falling
over
the
meadow
beyond
the
brook
,
of
still
,
crimson
-
budded
maples
around
a
mirrorlike
wood
pool
,
of
a
wakening
in
the
world
and
a
stir
of
hidden
pulses
under
the
gray
sod
.
The
spring
was
abroad
in
the
land
and
Marilla
’
s
sober
,
middle
-
aged
step
was
lighter
and
swifter
because
of
its
deep
,
primal
gladness
.
Her
eyes
dwelt
affectionately
on
Green
Gables
,
peering
through
its
network
of
trees
and
reflecting
the
sunlight
back
from
its
windows
in
several
little
coruscations
of
glory
.
Marilla
,
as
she
picked
her
steps
along
the
damp
lane
,
thought
that
it
was
really
a
satisfaction
to
know
that
she
was
going
home
to
a
briskly
snapping
wood
fire
and
a
table
nicely
spread
for
tea
,
instead
of
to
the
cold
comfort
of
old
Aid
meeting
evenings
before
Anne
had
come
to
Green
Gables
.
Consequently
,
when
Marilla
entered
her
kitchen
and
found
the
fire
black
out
,
with
no
sign
of
Anne
anywhere
,
she
felt
justly
disappointed
and
irritated
.
She
had
told
Anne
to
be
sure
and
have
tea
ready
at
five
o
’
clock
,
but
now
she
must
hurry
to
take
off
her
second
-
best
dress
and
prepare
the
meal
herself
against
Matthew
’
s
return
from
plowing
.
“
I
’
ll
settle
Miss
Anne
when
she
comes
home
,
”
said
Marilla
grimly
,
as
she
shaved
up
kindlings
with
a
carving
knife
and
with
more
vim
than
was
strictly
necessary
.
Matthew
had
come
in
and
was
waiting
patiently
for
his
tea
in
his
corner
.
“
She
’
s
gadding
off
somewhere
with
Diana
,
writing
stories
or
practicing
dialogues
or
some
such
tomfoolery
,
and
never
thinking
once
about
the
time
or
her
duties
.
She
’
s
just
got
to
be
pulled
up
short
and
sudden
on
this
sort
of
thing
.
I
don
’
t
care
if
Mrs
.
Allan
does
say
she
’
s
the
brightest
and
sweetest
child
she
ever
knew
.
She
may
be
bright
and
sweet
enough
,
but
her
head
is
full
of
nonsense
and
there
’
s
never
any
knowing
what
shape
it
’
ll
break
out
in
next
.
Just
as
soon
as
she
grows
out
of
one
freak
she
takes
up
with
another
.
But
there
!
Here
I
am
saying
the
very
thing
I
was
so
riled
with
Rachel
Lynde
for
saying
at
the
Aid
today
.
I
was
real
glad
when
Mrs
.
Allan
spoke
up
for
Anne
,
for
if
she
hadn
’
t
I
know
I
’
d
have
said
something
too
sharp
to
Rachel
before
everybody
.
Anne
’
s
got
plenty
of
faults
,
goodness
knows
,
and
far
be
it
from
me
to
deny
it
.
But
I
’
m
bringing
her
up
and
not
Rachel
Lynde
,
who
’
d
pick
faults
in
the
Angel
Gabriel
himself
if
he
lived
in
Avonlea
.
Just
the
same
,
Anne
has
no
business
to
leave
the
house
like
this
when
I
told
her
she
was
to
stay
home
this
afternoon
and
look
after
things
.
I
must
say
,
with
all
her
faults
,
I
never
found
her
disobedient
or
untrustworthy
before
and
I
’
m
real
sorry
to
find
her
so
now
.
”
“
Well
now
,
I
dunno
,
”
said
Matthew
,
who
,
being
patient
and
wise
and
,
above
all
,
hungry
,
had
deemed
it
best
to
let
Marilla
talk
her
wrath
out
unhindered
,
having
learned
by
experience
that
she
got
through
with
whatever
work
was
on
hand
much
quicker
if
not
delayed
by
untimely
argument
.
“
Perhaps
you
’
re
judging
her
too
hasty
,
Marilla
.
Don
’
t
call
her
untrustworthy
until
you
’
re
sure
she
has
disobeyed
you
.
Mebbe
it
can
all
be
explained
—
Anne
’
s
a
great
hand
at
explaining
.
”
“
She
’
s
not
here
when
I
told
her
to
stay
,
”
retorted
Marilla
.
“
I
reckon
she
’
ll
find
it
hard
to
explain
that
to
my
satisfaction
.
Of
course
I
knew
you
’
d
take
her
part
,
Matthew
.
But
I
’
m
bringing
her
up
,
not
you
.
”
