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“
Couldn
’
t
you
have
sent
her
back
?
”
“
I
suppose
we
could
,
but
we
decided
not
to
.
Matthew
took
a
fancy
to
her
.
And
I
must
say
I
like
her
myself
—
although
I
admit
she
has
her
faults
.
The
house
seems
a
different
place
already
.
She
’
s
a
real
bright
little
thing
.
”
Marilla
said
more
than
she
had
intended
to
say
when
she
began
,
for
she
read
disapproval
in
Mrs
.
Rachel
’
s
expression
.
“
It
’
s
a
great
responsibility
you
’
ve
taken
on
yourself
,
”
said
that
lady
gloomily
,
“
especially
when
you
’
ve
never
had
any
experience
with
children
.
You
don
’
t
know
much
about
her
or
her
real
disposition
,
I
suppose
,
and
there
’
s
no
guessing
how
a
child
like
that
will
turn
out
.
But
I
don
’
t
want
to
discourage
you
I
’
m
sure
,
Marilla
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
feeling
discouraged
,
”
was
Marilla
’
s
dry
response
,
“
when
I
make
up
my
mind
to
do
a
thing
it
stays
made
up
.
I
suppose
you
’
d
like
to
see
Anne
.
I
’
ll
call
her
in
.
”
Anne
came
running
in
presently
,
her
face
sparkling
with
the
delight
of
her
orchard
rovings
;
but
,
abashed
at
finding
the
delight
herself
in
the
unexpected
presence
of
a
stranger
,
she
halted
confusedly
inside
the
door
.
She
certainly
was
an
odd
-
looking
little
creature
in
the
short
tight
wincey
dress
she
had
worn
from
the
asylum
,
below
which
her
thin
legs
seemed
ungracefully
long
.
Her
freckles
were
more
numerous
and
obtrusive
than
ever
;
the
wind
had
ruffled
her
hatless
hair
into
over
-
brilliant
disorder
;
it
had
never
looked
redder
than
at
that
moment
.
“
Well
,
they
didn
’
t
pick
you
for
your
looks
,
that
’
s
sure
and
certain
,
”
was
Mrs
.
Rachel
Lynde
’
s
emphatic
comment
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
was
one
of
those
delightful
and
popular
people
who
pride
themselves
on
speaking
their
mind
without
fear
or
favor
.
“
She
’
s
terrible
skinny
and
homely
,
Marilla
.
Come
here
,
child
,
and
let
me
have
a
look
at
you
.
Lawful
heart
,
did
any
one
ever
see
such
freckles
?
And
hair
as
red
as
carrots
!
Come
here
,
child
,
I
say
.
”
Anne
“
came
there
,
”
but
not
exactly
as
Mrs
.
Rachel
expected
.
With
one
bound
she
crossed
the
kitchen
floor
and
stood
before
Mrs
.
Rachel
,
her
face
scarlet
with
anger
,
her
lips
quivering
,
and
her
whole
slender
form
trembling
from
head
to
foot
.
“
I
hate
you
,
”
she
cried
in
a
choked
voice
,
stamping
her
foot
on
the
floor
.
“
I
hate
you
—
I
hate
you
—
I
hate
you
—
”
a
louder
stamp
with
each
assertion
of
hatred
.
“
How
dare
you
call
me
skinny
and
ugly
?
How
dare
you
say
I
’
m
freckled
and
redheaded
?
You
are
a
rude
,
impolite
,
unfeeling
woman
!
”
