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Do
you
know
,
”
said
Anne
confidentially
,
“
I
’
ve
made
up
my
mind
to
enjoy
this
drive
.
It
’
s
been
my
experience
that
you
can
nearly
always
enjoy
things
if
you
make
up
your
mind
firmly
that
you
will
.
Of
course
,
you
must
make
it
up
firmly
.
I
am
not
going
to
think
about
going
back
to
the
asylum
while
we
’
re
having
our
drive
.
I
’
m
just
going
to
think
about
the
drive
.
Oh
,
look
,
there
’
s
one
little
early
wild
rose
out
!
Isn
’
t
it
lovely
?
Don
’
t
you
think
it
must
be
glad
to
be
a
rose
?
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
nice
if
roses
could
talk
?
I
’
m
sure
they
could
tell
us
such
lovely
things
.
And
isn
’
t
pink
the
most
bewitching
color
in
the
world
?
I
love
it
,
but
I
can
’
t
wear
it
.
Redheaded
people
can
’
t
wear
pink
,
not
even
in
imagination
.
Did
you
ever
know
of
anybody
whose
hair
was
red
when
she
was
young
,
but
got
to
be
another
color
when
she
grew
up
?
”
“
No
,
I
don
’
t
know
as
I
ever
did
,
”
said
Marilla
mercilessly
,
“
and
I
shouldn
’
t
think
it
likely
to
happen
in
your
case
either
.
”
Anne
sighed
.
“
Well
,
that
is
another
hope
gone
.
‘
My
life
is
a
perfect
graveyard
of
buried
hopes
.
’
That
’
s
a
sentence
I
read
in
a
book
once
,
and
I
say
it
over
to
comfort
myself
whenever
I
’
m
disappointed
in
anything
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
see
where
the
comforting
comes
in
myself
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
Why
,
because
it
sounds
so
nice
and
romantic
,
just
as
if
I
were
a
heroine
in
a
book
,
you
know
.
I
am
so
fond
of
romantic
things
,
and
a
graveyard
full
of
buried
hopes
is
about
as
romantic
a
thing
as
one
can
imagine
isn
’
t
it
?
I
’
m
rather
glad
I
have
one
.
Are
we
going
across
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
today
?
”
“
We
’
re
not
going
over
Barry
’
s
pond
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
mean
by
your
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
.
We
’
re
going
by
the
shore
road
.
”
“
Shore
road
sounds
nice
,
”
said
Anne
dreamily
.
“
Is
it
as
nice
as
it
sounds
?
Just
when
you
said
‘
shore
road
’
I
saw
it
in
a
picture
in
my
mind
,
as
quick
as
that
!
And
White
Sands
is
a
pretty
name
,
too
;
but
I
don
’
t
like
it
as
well
as
Avonlea
.
Avonlea
is
a
lovely
name
.
It
just
sounds
like
music
.
How
far
is
it
to
White
Sands
?
”
“
It
’
s
five
miles
;
and
as
you
’
re
evidently
bent
on
talking
you
might
as
well
talk
to
some
purpose
by
telling
me
what
you
know
about
yourself
.
”
