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“
She
will
be
lonelier
still
,
I
fear
,
when
you
go
away
again
to
college
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Allan
.
Anne
did
not
reply
;
she
said
good
night
and
went
slowly
back
to
green
Gables
.
Marilla
was
sitting
on
the
front
door
-
steps
and
Anne
sat
down
beside
her
.
The
door
was
open
behind
them
,
held
back
by
a
big
pink
conch
shell
with
hints
of
sea
sunsets
in
its
smooth
inner
convolutions
.
Anne
gathered
some
sprays
of
pale
-
yellow
honeysuckle
and
put
them
in
her
hair
.
She
liked
the
delicious
hint
of
fragrance
,
as
some
aerial
benediction
,
above
her
every
time
she
moved
.
“
Doctor
Spencer
was
here
while
you
were
away
,
”
Marilla
said
.
“
He
says
that
the
specialist
will
be
in
town
tomorrow
and
he
insists
that
I
must
go
in
and
have
my
eyes
examined
.
I
suppose
I
’
d
better
go
and
have
it
over
.
I
’
ll
be
more
than
thankful
if
the
man
can
give
me
the
right
kind
of
glasses
to
suit
my
eyes
.
You
won
’
t
mind
staying
here
alone
while
I
’
m
away
,
will
you
?
Martin
will
have
to
drive
me
in
and
there
’
s
ironing
and
baking
to
do
.
”
“
I
shall
be
all
right
.
Diana
will
come
over
for
company
for
me
.
I
shall
attend
to
the
ironing
and
baking
beautifully
—
you
needn
’
t
fear
that
I
’
ll
starch
the
handkerchiefs
or
flavor
the
cake
with
liniment
.
”
Marilla
laughed
.
“
What
a
girl
you
were
for
making
mistakes
in
them
days
,
Anne
.
You
were
always
getting
into
scrapes
.
I
did
use
to
think
you
were
possessed
.
Do
you
mind
the
time
you
dyed
your
hair
?
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
.
I
shall
never
forget
it
,
”
smiled
Anne
,
touching
the
heavy
braid
of
hair
that
was
wound
about
her
shapely
head
.
“
I
laugh
a
little
now
sometimes
when
I
think
what
a
worry
my
hair
used
to
be
to
me
—
but
I
don
’
t
laugh
much
,
because
it
was
a
very
real
trouble
then
.
I
did
suffer
terribly
over
my
hair
and
my
freckles
.
My
freckles
are
really
gone
;
and
people
are
nice
enough
to
tell
me
my
hair
is
auburn
now
—
all
but
Josie
Pye
.
She
informed
me
yesterday
that
she
really
thought
it
was
redder
than
ever
,
or
at
least
my
black
dress
made
it
look
redder
,
and
she
asked
me
if
people
who
had
red
hair
ever
got
used
to
having
it
.
Marilla
,
I
’
ve
almost
decided
to
give
up
trying
to
like
Josie
Pye
.
I
’
ve
made
what
I
would
once
have
called
a
heroic
effort
to
like
her
,
but
Josie
Pye
won
’
t
be
liked
.
”
“
Josie
is
a
Pye
,
”
said
Marilla
sharply
,
“
so
she
can
’
t
help
being
disagreeable
