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Diana
pursed
up
her
lips
,
put
her
black
head
on
one
side
critically
,
and
finally
pronounced
in
favor
of
the
beads
,
which
were
thereupon
tied
around
Anne
’
s
slim
milk
-
white
throat
.
“
There
’
s
something
so
stylish
about
you
,
Anne
,
”
said
Diana
,
with
unenvious
admiration
.
“
You
hold
your
head
with
such
an
air
.
I
suppose
it
’
s
your
figure
.
I
am
just
a
dumpling
.
I
’
ve
always
been
afraid
of
it
,
and
now
I
know
it
is
so
.
Well
,
I
suppose
I
shall
just
have
to
resign
myself
to
it
.
”
“
But
you
have
such
dimples
,
”
said
Anne
,
smiling
affectionately
into
the
pretty
,
vivacious
face
so
near
her
own
.
“
Lovely
dimples
,
like
little
dents
in
cream
.
I
have
given
up
all
hope
of
dimples
.
My
dimple
-
dream
will
never
come
true
;
but
so
many
of
my
dreams
have
that
I
mustn
’
t
complain
.
Am
I
all
ready
now
?
”
“
All
ready
,
”
assured
Diana
,
as
Marilla
appeared
in
the
doorway
,
a
gaunt
figure
with
grayer
hair
than
of
yore
and
no
fewer
angles
,
but
with
a
much
softer
face
.
“
Come
right
in
and
look
at
our
elocutionist
,
Marilla
.
Doesn
’
t
she
look
lovely
?
”
Marilla
emitted
a
sound
between
a
sniff
and
a
grunt
.
“
She
looks
neat
and
proper
.
I
like
that
way
of
fixing
her
hair
.
But
I
expect
she
’
ll
ruin
that
dress
driving
over
there
in
the
dust
and
dew
with
it
,
and
it
looks
most
too
thin
for
these
damp
nights
.
Organdy
’
s
the
most
unserviceable
stuff
in
the
world
anyhow
,
and
I
told
Matthew
so
when
he
got
it
.
But
there
is
no
use
in
saying
anything
to
Matthew
nowadays
.
Time
was
when
he
would
take
my
advice
,
but
now
he
just
buys
things
for
Anne
regardless
,
and
the
clerks
at
Carmody
know
they
can
palm
anything
off
on
him
.
Just
let
them
tell
him
a
thing
is
pretty
and
fashionable
,
and
Matthew
plunks
his
money
down
for
it
.
Mind
you
keep
your
skirt
clear
of
the
wheel
,
Anne
,
and
put
your
warm
jacket
on
.
”
Then
Marilla
stalked
downstairs
,
thinking
proudly
how
sweet
Anne
looked
,
with
that
“
One
moonbeam
from
the
forehead
to
the
crown
”
and
regretting
that
she
could
not
go
to
the
concert
herself
to
hear
her
girl
recite
.
