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Miss
Rogerson
was
a
middle
-
aged
lady
who
had
taught
a
Sunday
-
school
class
for
twenty
years
.
Her
method
of
teaching
was
to
ask
the
printed
questions
from
the
quarterly
and
look
sternly
over
its
edge
at
the
particular
little
girl
she
thought
ought
to
answer
the
question
.
She
looked
very
often
at
Anne
,
and
Anne
,
thanks
to
Marilla
’
s
drilling
,
answered
promptly
;
but
it
may
be
questioned
if
she
understood
very
much
about
either
question
or
answer
.
She
did
not
think
she
liked
Miss
Rogerson
,
and
she
felt
very
miserable
;
every
other
little
girl
in
the
class
had
puffed
sleeves
.
Anne
felt
that
life
was
really
not
worth
living
without
puffed
sleeves
.
“
Well
,
how
did
you
like
Sunday
school
?
”
Marilla
wanted
to
know
when
Anne
came
home
.
Her
wreath
having
faded
,
Anne
had
discarded
it
in
the
lane
,
so
Marilla
was
spared
the
knowledge
of
that
for
a
time
.
“
I
didn
’
t
like
it
a
bit
.
It
was
horrid
.
”
“
Anne
Shirley
!
”
said
Marilla
rebukingly
.
Anne
sat
down
on
the
rocker
with
a
long
sigh
,
kissed
one
of
Bonny
’
s
leaves
,
and
waved
her
hand
to
a
blossoming
fuchsia
.
“
They
might
have
been
lonesome
while
I
was
away
,
”
she
explained
.
“
And
now
about
the
Sunday
school
.
I
behaved
well
,
just
as
you
told
me
.
Mrs
.
Lynde
was
gone
,
but
I
went
right
on
myself
.
I
went
into
the
church
,
with
a
lot
of
other
little
girls
,
and
I
sat
in
the
corner
of
a
pew
by
the
window
while
the
opening
exercises
went
on
.
Mr
.
Bell
made
an
awfully
long
prayer
.
I
would
have
been
dreadfully
tired
before
he
got
through
if
I
hadn
’
t
been
sitting
by
that
window
.
But
it
looked
right
out
on
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
,
so
I
just
gazed
at
that
and
imagined
all
sorts
of
splendid
things
.
”
“
You
shouldn
’
t
have
done
anything
of
the
sort
.
You
should
have
listened
to
Mr
.
Bell
.
”
“
But
he
wasn
’
t
talking
to
me
,
”
protested
Anne
.
“
He
was
talking
to
God
and
he
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
very
much
inter
-
ested
in
it
,
either
.
I
think
he
thought
God
was
too
far
off
though
.
There
was
a
long
row
of
white
birches
hanging
over
the
lake
and
the
sunshine
fell
down
through
them
,
‘
way
,
‘
way
down
,
deep
into
the
water
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
it
was
like
a
beautiful
dream
!
It
gave
me
a
thrill
and
I
just
said
,
‘
Thank
you
for
it
,
God
,
’
two
or
three
times
.
”
