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Anne
made
up
her
mind
that
the
next
time
she
wrote
a
story
she
would
n't
ask
anybody
to
criticize
it
.
It
was
too
discouraging
.
She
would
not
read
the
story
to
Gilbert
,
although
she
told
him
about
it
.
"
If
it
is
a
success
you
'll
see
it
when
it
is
published
,
Gilbert
,
but
if
it
is
a
failure
nobody
shall
ever
see
it
.
"
Marilla
knew
nothing
about
the
venture
.
In
imagination
Anne
saw
herself
reading
a
story
out
of
a
magazine
to
Marilla
,
entrapping
her
into
praise
of
it
--
for
in
imagination
all
things
are
possible
--
and
then
triumphantly
announcing
herself
the
author
.
One
day
Anne
took
to
the
Post
Office
a
long
,
bulky
envelope
,
addressed
,
with
the
delightful
confidence
of
youth
and
inexperience
,
to
the
very
biggest
of
the
"
big
"
magazines
.
Diana
was
as
excited
over
it
as
Anne
herself
.
"
How
long
do
you
suppose
it
will
be
before
you
hear
from
it
?
"
she
asked
.
"
It
should
n't
be
longer
than
a
fortnight
.
Oh
,
how
happy
and
proud
I
shall
be
if
it
is
accepted
!
"
"
Of
course
it
will
be
accepted
,
and
they
will
likely
ask
you
to
send
them
more
.
You
may
be
as
famous
as
Mrs.
Morgan
some
day
,
Anne
,
and
then
how
proud
I
'll
be
of
knowing
you
,
"
said
Diana
,
who
possessed
,
at
least
,
the
striking
merit
of
an
unselfish
admiration
of
the
gifts
and
graces
of
her
friends
.
A
week
of
delightful
dreaming
followed
,
and
then
came
a
bitter
awakening
.
One
evening
Diana
found
Anne
in
the
porch
gable
,
with
suspicious-looking
eyes
.
On
the
table
lay
a
long
envelope
and
a
crumpled
manuscript
.
"
Anne
,
your
story
has
n't
come
back
?
"
cried
Diana
incredulously
.
