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“
Oh
,
no
,
indeed
,
I
won
’
t
,
”
said
Anne
eagerly
.
“
I
’
ll
just
eat
one
tonight
,
Marilla
.
And
I
can
give
Diana
half
of
them
,
can
’
t
I
?
The
other
half
will
taste
twice
as
sweet
to
me
if
I
give
some
to
her
.
It
’
s
delightful
to
think
I
have
something
to
give
her
.
”
“
I
will
say
it
for
the
child
,
”
said
Marilla
when
Anne
had
gone
to
her
gable
,
“
she
isn
’
t
stingy
.
I
’
m
glad
,
for
of
all
faults
I
detest
stinginess
in
a
child
.
Dear
me
,
it
’
s
only
three
weeks
since
she
came
,
and
it
seems
as
if
she
’
d
been
here
always
.
I
can
’
t
imagine
the
place
without
her
.
Now
,
don
’
t
be
looking
I
told
-
you
-
so
,
Matthew
That
’
s
bad
enough
in
a
woman
,
but
it
isn
’
t
to
be
endured
in
a
man
.
I
’
m
perfectly
willing
to
own
up
that
I
’
m
glad
I
consented
to
keep
the
child
and
that
I
’
m
getting
fond
of
her
,
but
don
’
t
you
rub
it
in
,
Matthew
Cuthbert
.
”
It
’
s
time
Anne
was
in
to
do
her
sewing
,
”
said
Marilla
,
glancing
at
the
clock
and
then
out
into
the
yellow
August
afternoon
where
everything
drowsed
in
the
heat
.
“
She
stayed
playing
with
Diana
more
than
half
an
hour
more
‘
n
I
gave
her
leave
to
;
and
now
she
’
s
perched
out
there
on
the
woodpile
talking
to
Matthew
,
nineteen
to
the
dozen
,
when
she
knows
perfectly
well
she
ought
to
be
at
her
work
.
And
of
course
he
’
s
listening
to
her
like
a
perfect
ninny
.
I
never
saw
such
an
infatuated
man
.
The
more
she
talks
and
the
odder
the
things
she
says
,
the
more
he
’
s
delighted
evidently
.
Anne
Shirley
,
you
come
right
in
here
this
minute
,
do
you
hear
me
!
”
A
series
of
staccato
taps
on
the
west
window
brought
Anne
flying
in
from
the
yard
,
eyes
shining
,
cheeks
faintly
flushed
with
pink
,
unbraided
hair
streaming
behind
her
in
a
torrent
of
brightness
.
“
Oh
,
Marilla
,
”
she
exclaimed
breathlessly
,
“
there
’
s
going
to
be
a
Sunday
-
school
picnic
next
week
—
in
Mr
.
Harmon
Andrews
’
s
field
,
right
near
the
lake
of
Shining
Waters
.
And
Mrs
.
Superintendent
Bell
and
Mrs
.
Rachel
Lynde
are
going
to
make
ice
cream
—
think
of
it
,
Marilla
—
ice
cream
!
And
,
oh
,
Marilla
,
can
I
go
to
it
?
”
“
Just
look
at
the
clock
,
if
you
please
,
Anne
.
What
time
did
I
tell
you
to
come
in
?
”
“
Two
o
’
clock
—
but
isn
’
t
it
splendid
about
the
picnic
,
Marilla
?
Please
can
I
go
?
Oh
,
I
’
ve
never
been
to
a
picnic
—
I
’
ve
dreamed
of
picnics
,
but
I
’
ve
never
—
”
“
Yes
,
I
told
you
to
come
at
two
o
’
clock
.
And
it
’
s
a
quarter
to
three
.
I
’
d
like
to
know
why
you
didn
’
t
obey
me
,
Anne
.
”
“
Why
,
I
meant
to
,
Marilla
,
as
much
as
could
be
.
