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"So you've got back?" said Marilla, folding up her knitting.

"Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back," said Anne joyously" target="_blank" title="ad.快乐地,高兴地">joyously. "I



could kiss everything, even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled

chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for me!"



"Yes, I did," said Marilla. "I thought you'd be hungry after

such a drive and need something real appetizing. Hurry and take



off your things, and we'll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in.

I'm glad you've got back, I must say. It's been fearful lonesome



here without you, and I never put in four longer days."

After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and



Marilla, and gave them a full account of her visit.

"I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel



that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was

the coming home."



CHAPTER XXX

The Queens Class Is Organized



Marilla laid her knitting on her lap and leaned back in her chair.

Her eyes were tired, and she thought vaguely that she must see



about having her glasses changed the next time she went to town,

for her eyes had grown tired very often of late.



It was nearly dark, for the full November twilight had fallen

around Green Gables, and the only light in the kitchen came from



the dancing red flames in the stove.

Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into



that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was

being distilled from the maple cordwood. She had been reading,



but her book had slipped to the floor, and now she was dreaming,

with a smile on her parted lips. Glittering castles in Spain



were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her

lively fancy; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening



to her in cloudland--adventures that always turned out triumphantly

and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life.



Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have

been suffered to reveal itself in any clearer light than that



soft mingling of fireshine and shadow. The lesson of a love that

should display itself easily in spoken word and open look was one



Marilla could never learn. But she had learned to love this

slim, gray-eyed girl with an affection all the deeper and



stronger from its very undemonstrativeness. Her love made her

afraid of being unduly indulgent, indeed. She had an uneasy



feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's heart so intensely

on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she



performed a sort of unconsciouspenance for this by being stricter

and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her.



Certainly Anne herself had no idea how Marilla loved her.

She sometimes thought wistfully that Marilla was very hard



to please and distinctlylacking in sympathy and understanding.

But she always checked the thought reproachfully, remembering what



she owed to Marilla.

"Anne," said Marilla abruptly, "Miss Stacy was here this



afternoon when you were out with Diana."

Anne came back from her other world with a start and a sigh.



"Was she? Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't in. Why didn't you call me,

Marilla? Diana and I were only over in the Haunted Wood. It's



lovely in the woods now. All the little wood things--the ferns

and the satin leaves and the crackerberries--have gone to sleep,



just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a

blanket of leaves. I think it was a little gray fairy with a



rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night

and did it. Diana wouldn't say much about that, though. Diana



has never forgotten the scolding her mother gave her about

imagining ghosts into the Haunted Wood. It had a very bad effect



on Diana's imagination. It blighted it. Mrs. Lynde says Myrtle

Bell is a blighted being. I asked Ruby Gillis why Myrtle was



blighted, and Ruby said she guessed it was because her young man

had gone back on her. Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men,



and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very

well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into



everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of

promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old



maids and live together forever. Diana hasn't quite made up her

mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to



marry some wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him. Diana




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