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The
child
hesitated
for
a
moment
.
“
Will
you
please
call
me
Cordelia
?
”
she
said
eagerly
.
“
Call
you
Cordelia
?
Is
that
your
name
?
”
“
No
-
o
-
o
,
it
’
s
not
exactly
my
name
,
but
I
would
love
to
be
called
Cordelia
.
It
’
s
such
a
perfectly
elegant
name
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
on
earth
you
mean
.
If
Cordelia
isn
’
t
your
name
,
what
is
?
”
“
Anne
Shirley
,
”
reluctantly
faltered
forth
the
owner
of
that
name
,
“
but
,
oh
,
please
do
call
me
Cordelia
.
It
can
’
t
matter
much
to
you
what
you
call
me
if
I
’
m
only
going
to
be
here
a
little
while
,
can
it
?
And
Anne
is
such
an
unromantic
name
.
”
“
Unromantic
fiddlesticks
!
”
said
the
unsympathetic
Marilla
.
“
Anne
is
a
real
good
plain
sensible
name
.
You
’
ve
no
need
to
be
ashamed
of
it
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
not
ashamed
of
it
,
”
explained
Anne
,
“
only
I
like
Cordelia
better
.
I
’
ve
always
imagined
that
my
name
was
Cordelia
—
at
least
,
I
always
have
of
late
years
.
When
I
was
young
I
used
to
imagine
it
was
Geraldine
,
but
I
like
Cordelia
better
now
.
But
if
you
call
me
Anne
please
call
me
Anne
spelled
with
an
E
.
”
“
What
difference
does
it
make
how
it
’
s
spelled
?
”
asked
Marilla
with
another
rusty
smile
as
she
picked
up
the
teapot
.
