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Anne
blew
a
couple
of
airy
kisses
from
her
fingertips
past
the
cherry
blossoms
and
then
,
with
her
chin
in
her
hands
,
drifted
luxuriously
out
on
a
sea
of
daydreams
.
Anne
had
been
a
fortnight
at
Green
Gables
before
Mrs
.
Lynde
arrived
to
inspect
her
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
,
to
do
her
justice
,
was
not
to
blame
for
this
.
A
severe
and
unseasonable
attack
of
grippe
had
confined
that
good
lady
to
her
house
ever
since
the
occasion
of
her
last
visit
to
Green
Gables
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
was
not
often
sick
and
had
a
well
-
defined
contempt
for
people
who
were
;
but
grippe
,
she
asserted
,
was
like
no
other
illness
on
earth
and
could
only
be
interpreted
as
one
of
the
special
visitations
of
Providence
.
As
soon
as
her
doctor
allowed
her
to
put
her
foot
out
-
of
-
doors
she
hurried
up
to
Green
Gables
,
bursting
with
curiosity
to
see
Matthew
and
Marilla
’
s
orphan
,
concerning
whom
all
sorts
of
stories
and
suppositions
had
gone
abroad
in
Avonlea
.
Anne
had
made
good
use
of
every
waking
moment
of
that
fortnight
.
Already
she
was
acquainted
with
every
tree
and
shrub
about
the
place
.
She
had
discovered
that
a
lane
opened
out
below
the
apple
orchard
and
ran
up
through
a
belt
of
woodland
;
and
she
had
explored
it
to
its
furthest
end
in
all
its
delicious
vagaries
of
brook
and
bridge
,
fir
coppice
and
wild
cherry
arch
,
corners
thick
with
fern
,
and
branching
byways
of
maple
and
mountain
ash
.
She
had
made
friends
with
the
spring
down
in
the
hollow
—
that
wonderful
deep
,
clear
icy
-
cold
spring
;
it
was
set
about
with
smooth
red
sandstones
and
rimmed
in
by
great
palm
-
like
clumps
of
water
fern
;
and
beyond
it
was
a
log
bridge
over
the
brook
.
That
bridge
led
Anne
’
s
dancing
feet
up
over
a
wooded
hill
beyond
,
where
perpetual
twilight
reigned
under
the
straight
,
thick
-
growing
firs
and
spruces
;
the
only
flowers
there
were
myriads
of
delicate
“
June
bells
,
”
those
shyest
and
sweetest
of
woodland
blooms
,
and
a
few
pale
,
aerial
starflowers
,
like
the
spirits
of
last
year
’
s
blossoms
.
Gossamers
glimmered
like
threads
of
silver
among
the
trees
and
the
fir
boughs
and
tassels
seemed
to
utter
friendly
speech
.
All
these
raptured
voyages
of
exploration
were
made
in
the
odd
half
hours
which
she
was
allowed
for
play
,
and
Anne
talked
Matthew
and
Marilla
half
-
deaf
over
her
discoveries
.
Not
that
Matthew
complained
,
to
be
sure
;
he
listened
to
it
all
with
a
wordless
smile
of
enjoyment
on
his
face
;
Marilla
permitted
the
“
chatter
”
until
she
found
herself
becoming
too
interested
in
it
,
whereupon
she
always
promptly
quenched
Anne
by
a
curt
command
to
hold
her
tongue
.
Anne
was
out
in
the
orchard
when
Mrs
.
Rachel
came
,
wandering
at
her
own
sweet
will
through
the
lush
,
tremulous
grasses
splashed
with
ruddy
evening
sunshine
;
so
that
good
lady
had
an
excellent
chance
to
talk
her
illness
fully
over
,
describing
every
ache
and
pulse
beat
with
such
evident
enjoyment
that
Marilla
thought
even
grippe
must
bring
its
compensations
.
When
details
were
exhausted
Mrs
.
Rachel
introduced
the
real
reason
of
her
call
.
“
I
’
ve
been
hearing
some
surprising
things
about
you
and
Matthew
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
are
any
more
surprised
than
I
am
myself
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
I
’
m
getting
over
my
surprise
now
.
”
“
It
was
too
bad
there
was
such
a
mistake
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Rachel
sympathetically
.
