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“
No
.
”
“
Oh
!
”
Anne
drew
a
long
breath
.
“
Oh
,
Miss
—
Marilla
,
how
much
you
miss
!
”
“
I
don
’
t
believe
in
imagining
things
different
from
what
they
really
are
,
”
retorted
Marilla
.
“
When
the
Lord
puts
us
in
certain
circumstances
He
doesn
’
t
mean
for
us
to
imagine
them
away
.
And
that
reminds
me
.
Go
into
the
sitting
room
,
Anne
—
be
sure
your
feet
are
clean
and
don
’
t
let
any
flies
in
—
and
bring
me
out
the
illustrated
card
that
’
s
on
the
mantelpiece
.
The
Lord
’
s
Prayer
is
on
it
and
you
’
ll
devote
your
spare
time
this
afternoon
to
learning
it
off
by
heart
.
There
’
s
to
be
no
more
of
such
praying
as
I
heard
last
night
.
”
“
I
suppose
I
was
very
awkward
,
”
said
Anne
apologetically
,
“
but
then
,
you
see
,
I
’
d
never
had
any
practice
.
You
couldn
’
t
really
expect
a
person
to
pray
very
well
the
first
time
she
tried
,
could
you
?
I
thought
out
a
splendid
prayer
after
I
went
to
bed
,
just
as
I
promised
you
I
would
.
It
was
nearly
as
long
as
a
minister
’
s
and
so
poetical
.
But
would
you
believe
it
?
I
couldn
’
t
remember
one
word
when
I
woke
up
this
morning
.
And
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
ll
never
be
able
to
think
out
another
one
as
good
.
Somehow
,
things
never
are
so
good
when
they
’
re
thought
out
a
second
time
.
Have
you
ever
noticed
that
?
”
“
Here
is
something
for
you
to
notice
,
Anne
.
When
I
tell
you
to
do
a
thing
I
want
you
to
obey
me
at
once
and
not
stand
stock
-
still
and
discourse
about
it
.
Just
you
go
and
do
as
I
bid
you
.
”
Anne
promptly
departed
for
the
sitting
-
room
across
the
hall
;
she
failed
to
return
;
after
waiting
ten
minutes
Marilla
laid
down
her
knitting
and
marched
after
her
with
a
grim
expression
.
She
found
Anne
standing
motionless
before
a
picture
hanging
on
the
wall
between
the
two
windows
,
with
her
eyes
a
-
star
with
dreams
.
The
white
and
green
light
strained
through
apple
trees
and
clustering
vines
outside
fell
over
the
rapt
little
figure
with
a
half
-
unearthly
radiance
.
“
Anne
,
whatever
are
you
thinking
of
?
”
demanded
Marilla
sharply
.
Anne
came
back
to
earth
with
a
start
.
“
That
,
”
she
said
,
pointing
to
the
picture
—
a
rather
vivid
chromo
entitled
,
“
Christ
Blessing
Little
Children
”
—
“
and
I
was
just
imagining
I
was
one
of
them
—
that
I
was
the
little
girl
in
the
blue
dress
,
standing
off
by
herself
in
the
corner
as
if
she
didn
’
t
belong
to
anybody
,
like
me
.
She
looks
lonely
and
sad
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
I
guess
she
hadn
’
t
any
father
or
mother
of
her
own
.
But
she
wanted
to
be
blessed
,
too
,
so
she
just
crept
shyly
up
on
the
outside
of
the
crowd
,
hoping
nobody
would
notice
her
—
except
Him
.
I
’
m
sure
I
know
just
how
she
felt
.
Her
heart
must
have
beat
and
her
hands
must
have
got
cold
,
like
mine
did
when
I
asked
you
if
I
could
stay
.
She
was
afraid
He
mightn
’
t
notice
her
.
