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“
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
glad
she
’
s
pretty
.
Next
to
being
beautiful
oneself
—
and
that
’
s
impossible
in
my
case
—
it
would
be
best
to
have
a
beautiful
bosom
friend
.
When
I
lived
with
Mrs
.
Thomas
she
had
a
bookcase
in
her
sitting
room
with
glass
doors
.
There
weren
’
t
any
books
in
it
;
Mrs
.
Thomas
kept
her
best
china
and
her
preserves
there
—
when
she
had
any
preserves
to
keep
.
One
of
the
doors
was
broken
.
Mr
.
Thomas
smashed
it
one
night
when
he
was
slightly
intoxicated
.
But
the
other
was
whole
and
I
used
to
pretend
that
my
reflection
in
it
was
another
little
girl
who
lived
in
it
.
I
called
her
Katie
Maurice
,
and
we
were
very
intimate
.
I
used
to
talk
to
her
by
the
hour
,
especially
on
Sunday
,
and
tell
her
everything
.
Katie
was
the
comfort
and
consolation
of
my
life
.
We
used
to
pretend
that
the
bookcase
was
enchanted
and
that
if
I
only
knew
the
spell
I
could
open
the
door
and
step
right
into
the
room
where
Katie
Maurice
lived
,
instead
of
into
Mrs
.
Thomas
’
shelves
of
preserves
and
china
.
And
then
Katie
Maurice
would
have
taken
me
by
the
hand
and
led
me
out
into
a
wonderful
place
,
all
flowers
and
sunshine
and
fairies
,
and
we
would
have
lived
there
happy
for
ever
after
.
When
I
went
to
live
with
Mrs
.
Hammond
it
just
broke
my
heart
to
leave
Katie
Maurice
.
She
felt
it
dreadfully
,
too
,
I
know
she
did
,
for
she
was
crying
when
she
kissed
me
good
-
bye
through
the
bookcase
door
.
There
was
no
bookcase
at
Mrs
.
Hammond
’
s
.
But
just
up
the
river
a
little
way
from
the
house
there
was
a
long
green
little
valley
,
and
the
loveliest
echo
lived
there
.
It
echoed
back
every
word
you
said
,
even
if
you
didn
’
t
talk
a
bit
loud
.
So
I
imagined
that
it
was
a
little
girl
called
Violetta
and
we
were
great
friends
and
I
loved
her
almost
as
well
as
I
loved
Katie
Maurice
—
not
quite
,
but
almost
,
you
know
.
The
night
before
I
went
to
the
asylum
I
said
good
-
bye
to
Violetta
,
and
oh
,
her
good
-
bye
came
back
to
me
in
such
sad
,
sad
tones
.
I
had
become
so
attached
to
her
that
I
hadn
’
t
the
heart
to
imagine
a
bosom
friend
at
the
asylum
,
even
if
there
had
been
any
scope
for
imagination
there
.
”
“
I
think
it
’
s
just
as
well
there
wasn
’
t
,
”
said
Marilla
drily
.
“
I
don
’
t
approve
of
such
goings
-
on
.
You
seem
to
half
believe
your
own
imaginations
.
It
will
be
well
for
you
to
have
a
real
live
friend
to
put
such
nonsense
out
of
your
head
.
But
don
’
t
let
Mrs
.
Barry
hear
you
talking
about
your
Katie
Maurices
and
your
Violettas
or
she
’
ll
think
you
tell
stories
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
won
’
t
.
I
couldn
’
t
talk
of
them
to
everybody
—
their
memories
are
too
sacred
for
that
.
But
I
thought
I
’
d
like
to
have
you
know
about
them
.
Oh
,
look
,
here
’
s
a
big
bee
just
tumbled
out
of
an
apple
blossom
.
Just
think
what
a
lovely
place
to
live
—
in
an
apple
blossom
!
Fancy
going
to
sleep
in
it
when
the
wind
was
rocking
it
.
If
I
wasn
’
t
a
human
girl
I
think
I
’
d
like
to
be
a
bee
and
live
among
the
flowers
.
”
“
Yesterday
you
wanted
to
be
a
sea
gull
,
”
sniffed
Marilla
.
“
I
think
you
are
very
fickle
minded
.
I
told
you
to
learn
that
prayer
and
not
talk
.
But
it
seems
impossible
for
you
to
stop
talking
if
you
’
ve
got
anybody
that
will
listen
to
you
.
So
go
up
to
your
room
and
learn
it
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
know
it
pretty
nearly
all
now
—
all
but
just
the
last
line
.
”
“
Well
,
never
mind
,
do
as
I
tell
you
.
Go
to
your
room
and
finish
learning
it
well
,
and
stay
there
until
I
call
you
down
to
help
me
get
tea
.
”
“
Can
I
take
the
apple
blossoms
with
me
for
company
?
”
pleaded
Anne
.
“
No
;
you
don
’
t
want
your
room
cluttered
up
with
flowers
.
You
should
have
left
them
on
the
tree
in
the
first
place
.
”
