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“
I
’
m
willing
to
own
up
that
I
made
a
mistake
,
”
she
concluded
candidly
,
“
but
I
’
ve
learned
a
lesson
.
I
have
to
laugh
when
I
think
of
Anne
’
s
‘
confession
,
’
although
I
suppose
I
shouldn
’
t
for
it
really
was
a
falsehood
.
But
it
doesn
’
t
seem
as
bad
as
the
other
would
have
been
,
somehow
,
and
anyhow
I
’
m
responsible
for
it
.
That
child
is
hard
to
understand
in
some
respects
.
But
I
believe
she
’
ll
turn
out
all
right
yet
.
And
there
’
s
one
thing
certain
,
no
house
will
ever
be
dull
that
she
’
s
in
.
”
What
a
splendid
day
!
”
said
Anne
,
drawing
a
long
breath
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
good
just
to
be
alive
on
a
day
like
this
?
I
pity
the
people
who
aren
’
t
born
yet
for
missing
it
.
They
may
have
good
days
,
of
course
,
but
they
can
never
have
this
one
.
And
it
’
s
splendider
still
to
have
such
a
lovely
way
to
go
to
school
by
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
It
’
s
a
lot
nicer
than
going
round
by
the
road
;
that
is
so
dusty
and
hot
,
”
said
Diana
practically
,
peeping
into
her
dinner
basket
and
mentally
calculating
if
the
three
juicy
,
toothsome
,
raspberry
tarts
reposing
there
were
divided
among
ten
girls
how
many
bites
each
girl
would
have
.
The
little
girls
of
Avonlea
school
always
pooled
their
lunches
,
and
to
eat
three
raspberry
tarts
all
alone
or
even
to
share
them
only
with
one
’
s
best
chum
would
have
forever
and
ever
branded
as
“
awful
mean
”
the
girl
who
did
it
.
And
yet
,
when
the
tarts
were
divided
among
ten
girls
you
just
got
enough
to
tantalize
you
.
The
way
Anne
and
Diana
went
to
school
was
a
pretty
one
.
Anne
thought
those
walks
to
and
from
school
with
Diana
couldn
’
t
be
improved
upon
even
by
imagination
.
Going
around
by
the
main
road
would
have
been
so
unromantic
;
but
to
go
by
Lover
’
s
Lane
and
Willowmere
and
Violet
Vale
and
the
Birch
Path
was
romantic
,
if
ever
anything
was
.
Lover
’
s
Lane
opened
out
below
the
orchard
at
Green
Gables
and
stretched
far
up
into
the
woods
to
the
end
of
the
Cuthbert
farm
.
It
was
the
way
by
which
the
cows
were
taken
to
the
back
pasture
and
the
wood
hauled
home
in
winter
.
Anne
had
named
it
Lover
’
s
Lane
before
she
had
been
a
month
at
Green
Gables
.
“
Not
that
lovers
ever
really
walk
there
,
”
she
explained
to
Marilla
,
“
but
Diana
and
I
are
reading
a
perfectly
magnificent
book
and
there
’
s
a
Lover
’
s
Lane
in
it
.
So
we
want
to
have
one
,
too
.
And
it
’
s
a
very
pretty
name
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
So
romantic
!
We
can
’
t
imagine
the
lovers
into
it
,
you
know
.
I
like
that
lane
because
you
can
think
out
loud
there
without
people
calling
you
crazy
.
”
Anne
,
starting
out
alone
in
the
morning
,
went
down
Lover
’
s
Lane
as
far
as
the
brook
.
Here
Diana
met
her
,
and
the
two
little
girls
went
on
up
the
lane
under
the
leafy
arch
of
maples
—
“
maples
are
such
sociable
trees
,
”
said
Anne
;
“
they
’
re
always
rustling
and
whispering
to
you
”
—
until
they
came
to
a
rustic
bridge
.
Then
they
left
the
lane
and
walked
through
Mr
.
Barry
’
s
back
field
and
past
Willowmere
.
Beyond
Willowmere
came
Violet
Vale
—
a
little
green
dimple
in
the
shadow
of
Mr
.
Andrew
Bell
’
s
big
woods
.
“
Of
course
there
are
no
violets
there
now
,
”
Anne
told
Marilla
,
“
but
Diana
says
there
are
millions
of
them
in
spring
.
Oh
,
Marilla
,
can
’
t
you
just
imagine
you
see
them
?
It
actually
takes
away
my
breath
.
I
named
it
Violet
Vale
.
Diana
says
she
never
saw
the
beat
of
me
for
hitting
on
fancy
names
for
places
.
It
’
s
nice
to
be
clever
at
something
,
isn
’
t
it
?
But
Diana
named
the
Birch
Path
.
She
wanted
to
,
so
I
let
her
;
but
I
’
m
sure
I
could
have
found
something
more
poetical
than
plain
Birch
Path
.
Anybody
can
think
of
a
name
like
that
.
But
the
Birch
Path
is
one
of
the
prettiest
places
in
the
world
,
Marilla
.
”
It
was
.
Other
people
besides
Anne
thought
so
when
they
stumbled
on
it
.
It
was
a
little
narrow
,
twisting
path
,
winding
down
over
a
long
hill
straight
through
Mr
.
Bell
’
s
woods
,
where
the
light
came
down
sifted
through
so
many
emerald
screens
that
it
was
as
flawless
as
the
heart
of
a
diamond
.
It
was
fringed
in
all
its
length
with
slim
young
birches
,
white
stemmed
and
lissom
boughed
;
ferns
and
starflowers
and
wild
lilies
-
of
-
the
-
valley
and
scarlet
tufts
of
pigeonberries
grew
thickly
along
it
;
and
always
there
was
a
delightful
spiciness
in
the
air
and
music
of
bird
calls
and
the
murmur
and
laugh
of
wood
winds
in
the
trees
overhead
.
Now
and
then
you
might
see
a
rabbit
skipping
across
the
road
if
you
were
quiet
—
which
,
with
Anne
and
Diana
,
happened
about
once
in
a
blue
moon
.
Down
in
the
valley
the
path
came
out
to
the
main
road
and
then
it
was
just
up
the
spruce
hill
to
the
school
.
