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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 unconscious penance 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 distinctly lacking 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.

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