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She's a very nice little girl, and perhaps she will be a playmate for you when she comes home.

She's visiting her aunt over at Carmody just now.

You'll have to be careful how you behave yourself, though.

Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman.

She won't let Diana play with any little girl who isn't nice and good."

Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms, her eyes aglow with interest.

"What is Diana like? Her hair isn't red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It's bad enough to have red hair myself, but I positively couldn't endure it in a bosom friend."

"Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks. And she is good and smart, which is better than being pretty."

Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in Wonderland, and was firmly convinced that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a child who was being brought up.

But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the delightful possibilities before it.

"Oh, I'm so glad she's pretty.

Next to being beautiful oneself-and that's impossible in my case-it would be best to have a beautiful bosom friend.

When I lived with Mrs. Thomas she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors.

There weren't any books in it; Mrs. Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there-when she had any preserves to keep.

One of the doors was broken.

Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly intoxicated.

But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it.

I called her Katie Maurice, and we were very intimate.

I used to talk to her by the hour, especially on Sunday, and tell her everything.

Katie was the comfort and consolation of my life.

We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and that if I only knew the spell I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs. Thomas' shelves of preserves and china.

And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after.

When I went to live with Mrs. Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice.

She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door.

There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond's.

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