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“
You
’
d
find
it
easier
to
be
bad
than
good
if
you
had
red
hair
,
”
said
Anne
reproachfully
.
“
People
who
haven
’
t
red
hair
don
’
t
know
what
trouble
is
.
Mrs
.
Thomas
told
me
that
God
made
my
hair
red
on
purpose
,
and
I
’
ve
never
cared
about
Him
since
.
And
anyhow
I
’
d
always
be
too
tired
at
night
to
bother
saying
prayers
.
People
who
have
to
look
after
twins
can
’
t
be
expected
to
say
their
prayers
.
Now
,
do
you
honestly
think
they
can
?
”
Marilla
decided
that
Anne
’
s
religious
training
must
be
begun
at
once
.
Plainly
there
was
no
time
to
be
lost
.
“
You
must
say
your
prayers
while
you
are
under
my
roof
,
Anne
.
”
“
Why
,
of
course
,
if
you
want
me
to
,
”
assented
Anne
cheerfully
.
“
I
’
d
do
anything
to
oblige
you
.
But
you
’
ll
have
to
tell
me
what
to
say
for
this
once
.
After
I
get
into
bed
I
’
ll
imagine
out
a
real
nice
prayer
to
say
always
.
I
believe
that
it
will
be
quite
interesting
,
now
that
I
come
to
think
of
it
.
”
“
You
must
kneel
down
,
”
said
Marilla
in
embarrassment
.
Anne
knelt
at
Marilla
’
s
knee
and
looked
up
gravely
.
“
Why
must
people
kneel
down
to
pray
?
If
I
really
wanted
to
pray
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
I
’
d
do
.
I
’
d
go
out
into
a
great
big
field
all
alone
or
into
the
deep
,
deep
,
woods
,
and
I
’
d
look
up
into
the
sky
—
up
—
up
—
up
—
into
that
lovely
blue
sky
that
looks
as
if
there
was
no
end
to
its
blueness
.
And
then
I
’
d
just
feel
a
prayer
.
Well
,
I
’
m
ready
.
What
am
I
to
say
?
”
Marilla
felt
more
embarrassed
than
ever
.
She
had
intended
to
teach
Anne
the
childish
classic
,
“
Now
I
lay
me
down
to
sleep
.
”
But
she
had
,
as
I
have
told
you
,
the
glimmerings
of
a
sense
of
humor
—
which
is
simply
another
name
for
a
sense
of
fitness
of
things
;
and
it
suddenly
occurred
to
her
that
that
simple
little
prayer
,
sacred
to
white
-
robed
childhood
lisping
at
motherly
knees
,
was
entirely
unsuited
to
this
freckled
witch
of
a
girl
who
knew
and
cared
nothing
about
God
’
s
love
,
since
she
had
never
had
it
translated
to
her
through
the
medium
of
human
love
.
“
You
’
re
old
enough
to
pray
for
yourself
,
Anne
,
”
she
said
finally
.
“
Just
thank
God
for
your
blessings
and
ask
Him
humbly
for
the
things
you
want
.
”
