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“
Handsome
is
as
handsome
does
,
”
quoted
Marilla
.
“
I
’
ve
had
that
said
to
me
before
,
but
I
have
my
doubts
about
it
,
”
remarked
skeptical
Anne
,
sniffing
at
her
narcissi
.
“
Oh
,
aren
’
t
these
flowers
sweet
!
It
was
lovely
of
Mrs
.
Lynde
to
give
them
to
me
.
I
have
no
hard
feelings
against
Mrs
.
Lynde
now
.
It
gives
you
a
lovely
,
comfortable
feeling
to
apologize
and
be
forgiven
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
Aren
’
t
the
stars
bright
tonight
?
If
you
could
live
in
a
star
,
which
one
would
you
pick
?
I
’
d
like
that
lovely
clear
big
one
away
over
there
above
that
dark
hill
.
”
“
Anne
,
do
hold
your
tongue
,
”
said
Marilla
,
thoroughly
worn
out
trying
to
follow
the
gyrations
of
Anne
’
s
thoughts
.
Anne
said
no
more
until
they
turned
into
their
own
lane
.
A
little
gypsy
wind
came
down
it
to
meet
them
,
laden
with
the
spicy
perfume
of
young
dew
-
wet
ferns
.
Far
up
in
the
shadows
a
cheerful
light
gleamed
out
through
the
trees
from
the
kitchen
at
Green
Gables
.
Anne
suddenly
came
close
to
Marilla
and
slipped
her
hand
into
the
older
woman
’
s
hard
palm
“
It
’
s
lovely
to
be
going
home
and
know
it
’
s
home
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
love
Green
Gables
already
,
and
I
never
loved
any
place
before
.
No
place
ever
seemed
like
home
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
I
’
m
so
happy
.
I
could
pray
right
now
and
not
find
it
a
bit
hard
.
”
Something
warm
and
pleasant
welled
up
in
Marilla
’
s
heart
at
touch
of
that
thin
little
hand
in
her
own
—
a
throb
of
the
maternity
she
had
missed
,
perhaps
.
Its
very
unaccustomedness
and
sweetness
disturbed
her
.
She
hastened
to
restore
her
sensations
to
their
normal
calm
by
inculcating
a
moral
.
“
If
you
’
ll
be
a
good
girl
you
’
ll
always
be
happy
,
Anne
.
And
you
should
never
find
it
hard
to
say
your
prayers
.
”
“
Saying
one
’
s
prayers
isn
’
t
exactly
the
same
thing
as
praying
,
”
said
Anne
meditatively
.
“
But
I
’
m
going
to
imagine
that
I
’
m
the
wind
that
is
blowing
up
there
in
those
tree
tops
.
When
I
get
tired
of
the
trees
I
’
ll
imagine
I
’
m
gently
waving
down
here
in
the
ferns
—
and
then
I
’
ll
fly
over
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
’
s
garden
and
set
the
flowers
dancing
—
and
then
I
’
ll
go
with
one
great
swoop
over
the
clover
field
—
and
then
I
’
ll
blow
over
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
and
ripple
it
all
up
into
little
sparkling
waves
.
Oh
,
there
’
s
so
much
scope
for
imagination
in
a
wind
!
So
I
’
ll
not
talk
any
more
just
now
,
Marilla
.
”
“
Thanks
be
to
goodness
for
that
,
”
breathed
Marilla
in
devout
relief
.
Well
,
how
do
you
like
them
?
”
said
Marilla
.
Anne
was
standing
in
the
gable
room
,
looking
solemnly
at
three
new
dresses
spread
out
on
the
bed
.
One
was
of
snuffy
colored
gingham
which
Marilla
had
been
tempted
to
buy
from
a
peddler
the
preceding
summer
because
it
looked
so
serviceable
;
one
was
of
black
-
and
-
white
checkered
sateen
which
she
had
picked
up
at
a
bargain
counter
in
the
winter
;
and
one
was
a
stiff
print
of
an
ugly
blue
shade
which
she
had
purchased
that
week
at
a
Carmody
store
.
