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It
was
not
until
the
next
Friday
that
Marilla
heard
the
story
of
the
flower
-
wreathed
hat
.
She
came
home
from
Mrs
.
Lynde
’
s
and
called
Anne
to
account
.
“
Anne
,
Mrs
.
Rachel
says
you
went
to
church
last
Sunday
with
your
hat
rigged
out
ridiculous
with
roses
and
buttercups
.
What
on
earth
put
you
up
to
such
a
caper
?
A
pretty
-
looking
object
you
must
have
been
!
”
“
Oh
.
I
know
pink
and
yellow
aren
’
t
becoming
to
me
,
”
began
Anne
.
“
Becoming
fiddlesticks
!
It
was
putting
flowers
on
your
hat
at
all
,
no
matter
what
color
they
were
,
that
was
ridiculous
.
You
are
the
most
aggravating
child
!
”
“
I
don
’
t
see
why
it
’
s
any
more
ridiculous
to
wear
flowers
on
your
hat
than
on
your
dress
,
”
protested
Anne
.
“
Lots
of
little
girls
there
had
bouquets
pinned
on
their
dresses
.
What
’
s
the
difference
?
”
Marilla
was
not
to
be
drawn
from
the
safe
concrete
into
dubious
paths
of
the
abstract
.
“
Don
’
t
answer
me
back
like
that
,
Anne
.
It
was
very
silly
of
you
to
do
such
a
thing
.
Never
let
me
catch
you
at
such
a
trick
again
.
Mrs
.
Rachel
says
she
thought
she
would
sink
through
the
floor
when
she
saw
you
come
in
all
rigged
out
like
that
.
She
couldn
’
t
get
near
enough
to
tell
you
to
take
them
off
till
it
was
too
late
.
She
says
people
talked
about
it
something
dreadful
.
Of
course
they
would
think
I
had
no
better
sense
than
to
let
you
go
decked
out
like
that
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
”
said
Anne
,
tears
welling
into
her
eyes
.
“
I
never
thought
you
’
d
mind
.
The
roses
and
buttercups
were
so
sweet
and
pretty
I
thought
they
’
d
look
lovely
on
my
hat
.
Lots
of
the
little
girls
had
artificial
flowers
on
their
hats
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
m
going
to
be
a
dreadful
trial
to
you
.
Maybe
you
’
d
better
send
me
back
to
the
asylum
.
That
would
be
terrible
;
I
don
’
t
think
I
could
endure
it
;
most
likely
I
would
go
into
consumption
;
I
’
m
so
thin
as
it
is
,
you
see
.
But
that
would
be
better
than
being
a
trial
to
you
.
”
“
Nonsense
,
”
said
Marilla
,
vexed
at
herself
for
having
made
the
child
cry
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
send
you
back
to
the
asylum
,
I
’
m
sure
.
All
I
want
is
that
you
should
behave
like
other
little
girls
and
not
make
yourself
ridiculous
.
Don
’
t
cry
any
more
.
I
’
ve
got
some
news
for
you
.
Diana
Barry
came
home
this
afternoon
.
I
’
m
going
up
to
see
if
I
can
borrow
a
skirt
pattern
from
Mrs
.
Barry
,
and
if
you
like
you
can
come
with
me
and
get
acquainted
with
Diana
.
”
