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"Were those women-Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond-good to you?" asked Marilla, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye.

"O-o-o-h," faltered Anne.

Her sensitive little face suddenly flushed scarlet and embarrassment sat on her brow.

"Oh, they MEANT to be-I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible.

And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite-always.

They had a good deal to worry them, you know.

It's very trying to have a drunken husband, you see; and it must be very trying to have twins three times in succession, don't you think? But I feel sure they meant to be good to me."

Marilla asked no more questions.

Anne gave herself up to a silent rapture over the shore road and Marilla guided the sorrel abstractedly while she pondered deeply.

Pity was suddenly stirring in her heart for the child.

What a starved, unloved life she had had-a life of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the lines of Anne's history and divine the truth.

No wonder she had been so delighted at the prospect of a real home.

It was a pity she had to be sent back.

What if she, Marilla, should indulge Matthew's unaccountable whim and let her stay? He was set on it; and the child seemed a nice, teachable little thing.

"She's got too much to say," thought Marilla, "but she might be trained out of that. And there's nothing rude or slangy in what she does say. She's ladylike. It's likely her people were nice folks."

The shore road was "woodsy and wild and lonesome." On the right hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly.

On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her.

Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of surf-worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as with ocean jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.

"Isn't the sea wonderful?" said Anne, rousing from a long, wide-eyed silence.

"Once, when I lived in Marysville, Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon and took us all to spend the day at the shore ten miles away.

I enjoyed every moment of that day, even if I had to look after the children all the time.

I lived it over in happy dreams for years.

But this shore is nicer than the Marysville shore.

Aren't those gulls splendid? Would you like to be a gull? I think I would-that is, if I couldn't be a human girl.

Don't you think it would be nice to wake up at sunrise and swoop down over the water and away out over that lovely blue all day; and then at night to fly back to one's nest? Oh, I can just imagine myself doing it.

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