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"No, I wasn't crying over your piece," said Marilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff.

"I just couldn't help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne.

And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways.

You've grown up now and you're going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so-so-different altogether in that dress-as if you didn't belong in Avonlea at all-and I just got lonesome thinking it all over."

"Marilla!" Anne sat down on Marilla's gingham lap, took Marilla's lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla's eyes.

"I'm not a bit changed-not really.

I'm only just pruned down and branched out.

The real ME-back here-is just the same.

It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life."

Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla's faded one, and reached out a hand to pat Matthew's shoulder.

Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne's power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing that she need never let her go.

Matthew, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes, got up and went out-of-doors. Under the stars of the blue summer night he walked agitatedly across the yard to the gate under the poplars.

"Well now, I guess she ain't been much spoiled," he muttered, proudly.

"I guess my putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all.

She's smart and pretty, and loving, too, which is better than all the rest.

She's been a blessing to us, and there never was a luckier mistake than what Mrs. Spencer made-if it WAS luck.

I don't believe it was any such thing.

It was Providence, because the Almighty saw we needed her, I reckon."

The day finally came when Anne must go to town.

She and Matthew drove in one fine September morning, after a tearful parting with Diana and an untearful practical one-on Marilla's side at least-with Marilla.

But when Anne had gone Diana dried her tears and went to a beach picnic at White Sands with some of her Carmody cousins, where she contrived to enjoy herself tolerably well; while Marilla plunged fiercely into unnecessary work and kept at it all day long with the bitterest kind of heartache-the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears.

But that night, when Marilla went to bed, acutely and miserably conscious that the little gable room at the end of the hall was untenanted by any vivid young life and unstirred by any soft breathing, she buried her face in her pillow, and wept for her girl in a passion of sobs that appalled her when she grew calm enough to reflect how very wicked it must be to take on so about a sinful fellow creature.

Anne and the rest of the Avonlea scholars reached town just in time to hurry off to the Academy.

That first day passed pleasantly enough in a whirl of excitement, meeting all the new students, learning to know the professors by sight and being assorted and organized into classes.

Anne intended taking up the Second Year work being advised to do so by Miss Stacy; Gilbert Blythe elected to do the same.

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