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apologies. I hope you'll try to control your temper now, Anne."



"That wouldn't be so hard if people wouldn't twit me about

my looks," said Anne with a sigh. "I don't get cross about



other things; but I'm SO tired of being twitted about my hair

and it just makes me boil right over. Do you suppose



my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?"

"You shouldn't think so much about your looks, Anne. I'm



afraid you are a very vain little girl."

"How can I be vain when I know I'm homely?" protested



Anne. "I love pretty things; and I hate to look in

the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me



feel so sorrowful--just as I feel when I look at any ugly

thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful."



"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted Marilla.

"I've had that said to me before, but I have my doubts



about it," remarked skeptical Anne, sniffing at her narcissi.

"Oh, aren't these flowers sweet! It was lovely of Mrs.



Lynde to give them to me. I have no hard feelings against

Mrs. Lynde now. It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling



to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it? Aren't the stars

bright tonight? If you could live in a star, which one would



you pick? I'd like that lovely clear big one away over there

above that dark hill."



"Anne, do hold your tongue." said Marilla, thoroughly

worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne's thoughts.



Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane.

A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them, laden



with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns. Far up

in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the



trees from the kitchen at Green Gables. Anne suddenly

came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older



woman's hard palm.

"It's lovely to be going home and know it's home," she said.



"I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before.

No place ever seemed like home. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.



I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard."

Something warm and pleasant welled up in Marilla's heart



at touch of that thin little hand in her own--a throb

of the maternity she had missed, perhaps. Its very



unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her. She

hastened to restore her sensations to their normal



calm by inculcating a moral.

"If you'll be a good girl you'll always be happy, Anne.



And you should never find it hard to say your prayers."

"Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying,"



said Anne meditatively. "But I'm going to imagine that I'm

the wind that is blowing up there in those tree tops. When I



get tired of the trees I'll imagine I'm gently waving down here

in the ferns--and then I'll fly over to Mrs. Lynde's garden and



set the flowers dancing--and then I'll go with one great swoop

over the clover field--and then I'll blow over the Lake of



Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves.

Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! So I'll not



talk any more just now, Marilla."

"Thanks be to goodness for that," breathed Marilla in



devout relief.

CHAPTER XI



Anne's Impressions of Sunday-School

"Well, how do you like them?" said Marilla.



Anne was standing in the gable room, looking solemnly

at three new dresses spread out on the bed. One was of



snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to

buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked



so serviceable; one was of black-and-white checkered

sateen which she had picked up at a bargaincounter in the



winter; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade

which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store.



She had made them up herself, and they were all made

alike--plain skirts fulled tightly to plain waists, with



sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves

could be.



"I'll imagine that I like them," said Anne soberly.

"I don't want you to imagine it," said Marilla, offended.



"Oh, I can see you don't like the dresses! What is the

matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new?"



"Yes."

"Then why don't you like them?"






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