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“
Oh
,
what
I
know
about
myself
isn
’
t
really
worth
telling
,
”
said
Anne
eagerly
.
“
If
you
’
ll
only
let
me
tell
you
what
I
imagine
about
myself
you
’
ll
think
it
ever
so
much
more
interesting
.
”
“
No
,
I
don
’
t
want
any
of
your
imaginings
.
Just
you
stick
to
bald
facts
.
Begin
at
the
beginning
.
Where
were
you
born
and
how
old
are
you
?
”
“
I
was
eleven
last
March
,
”
said
Anne
,
resigning
herself
to
bald
facts
with
a
little
sigh
.
“
And
I
was
born
in
Bolingbroke
,
Nova
Scotia
.
My
father
’
s
name
was
Walter
Shirley
,
and
he
was
a
teacher
in
the
Bolingbroke
High
School
.
My
mother
’
s
name
was
Bertha
Shirley
.
Aren
’
t
Walter
and
Bertha
lovely
names
?
I
’
m
so
glad
my
parents
had
nice
names
.
It
would
be
a
real
disgrace
to
have
a
father
named
—
well
,
say
Jedediah
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
”
“
I
guess
it
doesn
’
t
matter
what
a
person
’
s
name
is
as
long
as
he
behaves
himself
,
”
said
Marilla
,
feeling
herself
called
upon
to
inculcate
a
good
and
useful
moral
.
“
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
Anne
looked
thoughtful
.
“
I
read
in
a
book
once
that
a
rose
by
any
other
name
would
smell
as
sweet
,
but
I
’
ve
never
been
able
to
believe
it
.
I
don
’
t
believe
a
rose
would
be
as
nice
if
it
was
called
a
thistle
or
a
skunk
cabbage
.
I
suppose
my
father
could
have
been
a
good
man
even
if
he
had
been
called
Jedediah
;
but
I
’
m
sure
it
would
have
been
a
cross
.
Well
,
my
mother
was
a
teacher
in
the
High
school
,
too
,
but
when
she
married
father
she
gave
up
teaching
,
of
course
.
A
husband
was
enough
responsibility
.
Mrs
.
Thomas
said
that
they
were
a
pair
of
babies
and
as
poor
as
church
mice
.
They
went
to
live
in
a
weeny
-
teeny
little
yellow
house
in
Bolingbroke
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
that
house
,
but
I
’
ve
imagined
it
thousands
of
times
.
I
think
it
must
have
had
honeysuckle
over
the
parlor
window
and
lilacs
in
the
front
yard
and
lilies
of
the
valley
just
inside
the
gate
.
Yes
,
and
muslin
curtains
in
all
the
windows
.
Muslin
curtains
give
a
house
such
an
air
.
I
was
born
in
that
house
.
Mrs
.
Thomas
said
I
was
the
homeliest
baby
she
ever
saw
,
I
was
so
scrawny
and
tiny
and
nothing
but
eyes
,
but
that
mother
thought
I
was
perfectly
beautiful
.
I
should
think
a
mother
would
be
a
better
judge
than
a
poor
woman
who
came
in
to
scrub
,
wouldn
’
t
you
?
I
’
m
glad
she
was
satisfied
with
me
anyhow
,
I
would
feel
so
sad
if
I
thought
I
was
a
disappointment
to
her
—
because
she
didn
’
t
live
very
long
after
that
,
you
see
.
She
died
of
fever
when
I
was
just
three
months
old
.
I
do
wish
she
’
d
lived
long
enough
for
me
to
remember
calling
her
mother
.
I
think
it
would
be
so
sweet
to
say
‘
mother
,
’
don
’
t
you
?
And
father
died
four
days
afterwards
from
fever
too
.
That
left
me
an
orphan
and
folks
were
at
their
wits
’
end
,
so
Mrs
.
Thomas
said
,
what
to
do
with
me
.
You
see
,
nobody
wanted
me
even
then
.
It
seems
to
be
my
fate
.
Father
and
mother
had
both
come
from
places
far
away
and
it
was
well
known
they
hadn
’
t
any
relatives
living
.
Finally
Mrs
.
Thomas
said
she
’
d
take
me
,
though
she
was
poor
and
had
a
drunken
husband
.
She
brought
me
up
by
hand
.
Do
you
know
if
there
is
anything
in
being
brought
up
by
hand
that
ought
to
make
people
who
are
brought
up
that
way
better
than
other
people
?
Because
whenever
I
was
naughty
Mrs
.
Thomas
would
ask
me
how
I
could
be
such
a
bad
girl
when
she
had
brought
me
up
by
hand
—
reproachful
-
like
.
“
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Thomas
moved
away
from
Bolingbroke
to
Marysville
,
and
I
lived
with
them
until
I
was
eight
years
old
.
I
helped
look
after
the
Thomas
children
—
there
were
four
of
them
younger
than
me
—
and
I
can
tell
you
they
took
a
lot
of
looking
after
.
Then
Mr
.
Thomas
was
killed
falling
under
a
train
and
his
mother
offered
to
take
Mrs
.
Thomas
and
the
children
,
but
she
didn
’
t
want
me
.
Mrs
.
Thomas
was
at
her
wits
’
end
,
so
she
said
,
what
to
do
with
me
.
Then
Mrs
.
Hammond
from
up
the
river
came
down
and
said
she
’
d
take
me
,
seeing
I
was
handy
with
children
,
and
I
went
up
the
river
to
live
with
her
in
a
little
clearing
among
the
stumps
.
It
was
a
very
lonesome
place
.
I
’
m
sure
I
could
never
have
lived
there
if
I
hadn
’
t
had
an
imagination
.
Mr
.
Hammond
worked
a
little
sawmill
up
there
,
and
Mrs
.
Hammond
had
eight
children
.
She
had
twins
three
times
.
I
like
babies
in
moderation
,
but
twins
three
times
in
succession
is
too
much
.
I
told
Mrs
.
Hammond
so
firmly
,
when
the
last
pair
came
.
I
used
to
get
so
dreadfully
tired
carrying
them
about
.
“
I
lived
up
river
with
Mrs
.
Hammond
over
two
years
,
and
then
Mr
.
Hammond
died
and
Mrs
.
Hammond
broke
up
housekeeping
.
She
divided
her
children
among
her
relatives
and
went
to
the
States
.
I
had
to
go
to
the
asylum
at
Hopeton
,
because
nobody
would
take
me
.
They
didn
’
t
want
me
at
the
asylum
,
either
;
they
said
they
were
over
-
crowded
as
it
was
.
But
they
had
to
take
me
and
I
was
there
four
months
until
Mrs
.
Spencer
came
.
”
Anne
finished
up
with
another
sigh
,
of
relief
this
time
.
Evidently
she
did
not
like
talking
about
her
experiences
in
a
world
that
had
not
wanted
her
.
