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Anne
looked
on
the
second
shelf
of
the
room
pantry
but
there
was
no
bottle
of
raspberry
cordial
there
.
Search
revealed
it
away
back
on
the
top
shelf
.
Anne
put
it
on
a
tray
and
set
it
on
the
table
with
a
tumbler
.
“
Now
,
please
help
yourself
,
Diana
,
”
she
said
politely
.
“
I
don
’
t
believe
I
’
ll
have
any
just
now
.
I
don
’
t
feel
as
if
I
wanted
any
after
all
those
apples
.
”
Diana
poured
herself
out
a
tumblerful
,
looked
at
its
bright
-
red
hue
admiringly
,
and
then
sipped
it
daintily
.
“
That
’
s
awfully
nice
raspberry
cordial
,
Anne
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
raspberry
cordial
was
so
nice
.
”
“
I
’
m
real
glad
you
like
it
.
Take
as
much
as
you
want
.
I
’
m
going
to
run
out
and
stir
the
fire
up
.
There
are
so
many
responsibilities
on
a
person
’
s
mind
when
they
’
re
keeping
house
,
isn
’
t
there
?
”
When
Anne
came
back
from
the
kitchen
Diana
was
drinking
her
second
glassful
of
cordial
;
and
,
being
entreated
thereto
by
Anne
,
she
offered
no
particular
objection
to
the
drinking
of
a
third
.
The
tumblerfuls
were
generous
ones
and
the
raspberry
cordial
was
certainly
very
nice
.
“
The
nicest
I
ever
drank
,
”
said
Diana
.
“
It
’
s
ever
so
much
nicer
than
Mrs
.
Lynde
’
s
,
although
she
brags
of
hers
so
much
.
It
doesn
’
t
taste
a
bit
like
hers
.
”
“
I
should
think
Marilla
’
s
raspberry
cordial
would
prob
’
ly
be
much
nicer
than
Mrs
.
Lynde
’
s
,
”
said
Anne
loyally
.
“
Marilla
is
a
famous
cook
.
She
is
trying
to
teach
me
to
cook
but
I
assure
you
,
Diana
,
it
is
uphill
work
.
There
’
s
so
little
scope
for
imagination
in
cookery
.
You
just
have
to
go
by
rules
.
The
last
time
I
made
a
cake
I
forgot
to
put
the
flour
in
.
I
was
thinking
the
loveliest
story
about
you
and
me
,
Diana
.
I
thought
you
were
desperately
ill
with
smallpox
and
everybody
deserted
you
,
but
I
went
boldly
to
your
bedside
and
nursed
you
back
to
life
;
and
then
I
took
the
smallpox
and
died
and
I
was
buried
under
those
poplar
trees
in
the
graveyard
and
you
planted
a
rosebush
by
my
grave
and
watered
it
with
your
tears
;
and
you
never
,
never
forgot
the
friend
of
your
youth
who
sacrificed
her
life
for
you
.
Oh
,
it
was
such
a
pathetic
tale
,
Diana
.
The
tears
just
rained
down
over
my
cheeks
while
I
mixed
the
cake
.
But
I
forgot
the
flour
and
the
cake
was
a
dismal
failure
.
Flour
is
so
essential
to
cakes
,
you
know
.
Marilla
was
very
cross
and
I
don
’
t
wonder
.
I
’
m
a
great
trial
to
her
.
She
was
terribly
mortified
about
the
pudding
sauce
last
week
.
We
had
a
plum
pudding
for
dinner
on
Tuesday
and
there
was
half
the
pudding
and
a
pitcherful
of
sauce
left
over
.
Marilla
said
there
was
enough
for
another
dinner
and
told
me
to
set
it
on
the
pantry
shelf
and
cover
it
.
I
meant
to
cover
it
just
as
much
as
could
be
,
Diana
,
but
when
I
carried
it
in
I
was
imagining
I
was
a
nun
—
of
course
I
’
m
a
Protestant
but
I
imagined
I
was
a
Catholic
—
taking
the
veil
to
bury
a
broken
heart
in
cloistered
seclusion
;
and
I
forgot
all
about
covering
the
pudding
sauce
.
I
thought
of
it
next
morning
and
ran
to
the
pantry
.
Diana
,
fancy
if
you
can
my
extreme
horror
at
finding
a
mouse
drowned
in
that
pudding
sauce
!
I
lifted
the
mouse
out
with
a
spoon
and
threw
it
out
in
the
yard
and
then
I
washed
the
spoon
in
three
waters
.
