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Anne
washed
the
dishes
deftly
enough
,
as
Marilla
who
kept
a
sharp
eye
on
the
process
,
discerned
.
Later
on
she
made
her
bed
less
successfully
,
for
she
had
never
learned
the
art
of
wrestling
with
a
feather
tick
.
But
is
was
done
somehow
and
smoothed
down
;
and
then
Marilla
,
to
get
rid
of
her
,
told
her
she
might
go
out
-
of
-
doors
and
amuse
herself
until
dinner
time
.
Anne
flew
to
the
door
,
face
alight
,
eyes
glowing
.
On
the
very
threshold
she
stopped
short
,
wheeled
about
,
came
back
and
sat
down
by
the
table
,
light
and
glow
as
effectually
blotted
out
as
if
some
one
had
clapped
an
extinguisher
on
her
.
“
What
’
s
the
matter
now
?
”
demanded
Marilla
.
“
I
don
’
t
dare
go
out
,
”
said
Anne
,
in
the
tone
of
a
martyr
relinquishing
all
earthly
joys
.
“
If
I
can
’
t
stay
here
there
is
no
use
in
my
loving
Green
Gables
.
And
if
I
go
out
there
and
get
acquainted
with
all
those
trees
and
flowers
and
the
orchard
and
the
brook
I
’
ll
not
be
able
to
help
loving
it
.
It
’
s
hard
enough
now
,
so
I
won
’
t
make
it
any
harder
.
I
want
to
go
out
so
much
—
everything
seems
to
be
calling
to
me
,
‘
Anne
,
Anne
,
come
out
to
us
.
Anne
,
Anne
,
we
want
a
playmate
’
—
but
it
’
s
better
not
.
There
is
no
use
in
loving
things
if
you
have
to
be
torn
from
them
,
is
there
?
And
it
’
s
so
hard
to
keep
from
loving
things
,
isn
’
t
it
?
That
was
why
I
was
so
glad
when
I
thought
I
was
going
to
live
here
.
I
thought
I
’
d
have
so
many
things
to
love
and
nothing
to
hinder
me
.
But
that
brief
dream
is
over
.
I
am
resigned
to
my
fate
now
,
so
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ll
go
out
for
fear
I
’
ll
get
unresigned
again
.
What
is
the
name
of
that
geranium
on
the
window
-
sill
,
please
?
”
“
That
’
s
the
apple
-
scented
geranium
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
mean
that
sort
of
a
name
.
I
mean
just
a
name
you
gave
it
yourself
.
Didn
’
t
you
give
it
a
name
?
May
I
give
it
one
then
?
May
I
call
it
—
let
me
see
—
Bonny
would
do
—
may
I
call
it
Bonny
while
I
’
m
here
?
Oh
,
do
let
me
!
”
“
Goodness
,
I
don
’
t
care
.
But
where
on
earth
is
the
sense
of
naming
a
geranium
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
like
things
to
have
handles
even
if
they
are
only
geraniums
.
It
makes
them
seem
more
like
people
.
How
do
you
know
but
that
it
hurts
a
geranium
’
s
feelings
just
to
be
called
a
geranium
and
nothing
else
?
You
wouldn
’
t
like
to
be
called
nothing
but
a
woman
all
the
time
.
Yes
,
I
shall
call
it
Bonny
.
I
named
that
cherry
-
tree
outside
my
bedroom
window
this
morning
.
I
called
it
Snow
Queen
because
it
was
so
white
.
Of
course
,
it
won
’
t
always
be
in
blossom
,
but
one
can
imagine
that
it
is
,
can
’
t
one
?
”
“
I
never
in
all
my
life
saw
or
heard
anything
to
equal
her
,
”
muttered
Marilla
,
beating
a
retreat
down
to
the
cellar
after
potatoes
.
“
She
is
kind
of
interesting
as
Matthew
says
.
I
can
feel
already
that
I
’
m
wondering
what
on
earth
she
’
ll
say
next
.
She
’
ll
be
casting
a
spell
over
me
,
too
.
