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For
a
moment
she
could
not
remember
where
she
was
.
First
came
a
delightful
thrill
,
as
something
very
pleasant
;
then
a
horrible
remembrance
.
This
was
Green
Gables
and
they
didn
’
t
want
her
because
she
wasn
’
t
a
boy
!
But
it
was
morning
and
,
yes
,
it
was
a
cherry
-
tree
in
full
bloom
outside
of
her
window
.
With
a
bound
she
was
out
of
bed
and
across
the
floor
.
She
pushed
up
the
sash
—
it
went
up
stiffly
and
creakily
,
as
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
opened
for
a
long
time
,
which
was
the
case
;
and
it
stuck
so
tight
that
nothing
was
needed
to
hold
it
up
.
Anne
dropped
on
her
knees
and
gazed
out
into
the
June
morning
,
her
eyes
glistening
with
delight
.
Oh
,
wasn
’
t
it
beautiful
?
Wasn
’
t
it
a
lovely
place
?
Suppose
she
wasn
’
t
really
going
to
stay
here
!
She
would
imagine
she
was
.
There
was
scope
for
imagination
here
.
A
huge
cherry
-
tree
grew
outside
,
so
close
that
its
boughs
tapped
against
the
house
,
and
it
was
so
thick
-
set
with
blossoms
that
hardly
a
leaf
was
to
be
seen
.
On
both
sides
of
the
house
was
a
big
orchard
,
one
of
apple
-
trees
and
one
of
cherry
-
trees
,
also
showered
over
with
blossoms
;
and
their
grass
was
all
sprinkled
with
dandelions
.
In
the
garden
below
were
lilac
-
trees
purple
with
flowers
,
and
their
dizzily
sweet
fragrance
drifted
up
to
the
window
on
the
morning
wind
.
Below
the
garden
a
green
field
lush
with
clover
sloped
down
to
the
hollow
where
the
brook
ran
and
where
scores
of
white
birches
grew
,
upspringing
airily
out
of
an
undergrowth
suggestive
of
delightful
possibilities
in
ferns
and
mosses
and
woodsy
things
generally
.
Beyond
it
was
a
hill
,
green
and
feathery
with
spruce
and
fir
;
there
was
a
gap
in
it
where
the
gray
gable
end
of
the
little
house
she
had
seen
from
the
other
side
of
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
was
visible
.
Off
to
the
left
were
the
big
barns
and
beyond
them
,
away
down
over
green
,
low
-
sloping
fields
,
was
a
sparkling
blue
glimpse
of
sea
.
Anne
’
s
beauty
-
loving
eyes
lingered
on
it
all
,
taking
everything
greedily
in
.
She
had
looked
on
so
many
unlovely
places
in
her
life
,
poor
child
;
but
this
was
as
lovely
as
anything
she
had
ever
dreamed
.
She
knelt
there
,
lost
to
everything
but
the
loveliness
around
her
,
until
she
was
startled
by
a
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
Marilla
had
come
in
unheard
by
the
small
dreamer
.
“
It
’
s
time
you
were
dressed
,
”
she
said
curtly
.
Marilla
really
did
not
know
how
to
talk
to
the
child
,
and
her
uncomfortable
ignorance
made
her
crisp
and
curt
when
she
did
not
mean
to
be
.
