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And even if I had it wouldn't be the same.

Somehow, little dream girls are not satisfying after a real friend.

Diana and I had such an affecting farewell down by the spring.

It will be sacred in my memory forever.

I used the most pathetic language I could think of and said 'thou' and 'thee.' 'Thou' and 'thee' seem so much more romantic than 'you.' Diana gave me a lock of her hair and I'm going to sew it up in a little bag and wear it around my neck all my life.

Please see that it is buried with me, for I don't believe I'll live very long.

Perhaps when she sees me lying cold and dead before her Mrs. Barry may feel remorse for what she has done and will let Diana come to my funeral."

"I don't think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne," said Marilla unsympathetically.

The following Monday Anne surprised Marilla by coming down from her room with her basket of books on her arm and hip and her lips primmed up into a line of determination.

"I'm going back to school," she announced. "That is all there is left in life for me, now that my friend has been ruthlessly torn from me. In school I can look at her and muse over days departed."

"You'd better muse over your lessons and sums," said Marilla, concealing her delight at this development of the situation.

"If you're going back to school I hope we'll hear no more of breaking slates over people's heads and such carryings on.

Behave yourself and do just what your teacher tells you."

"I'll try to be a model pupil," agreed Anne dolefully.

"There won't be much fun in it, I expect.

Mr. Phillips said Minnie Andrews was a model pupil and there isn't a spark of imagination or life in her.

She is just dull and poky and never seems to have a good time.

But I feel so depressed that perhaps it will come easy to me now.

I'm going round by the road.

I couldn't bear to go by the Birch Path all alone.

I should weep bitter tears if I did."

Anne was welcomed back to school with open arms.

Her imagination had been sorely missed in games, her voice in the singing and her dramatic ability in the perusal aloud of books at dinner hour.

Ruby Gillis smuggled three blue plums over to her during testament reading; Ella May MacPherson gave her an enormous yellow pansy cut from the covers of a floral catalogue-a species of desk decoration much prized in Avonlea school.

Sophia Sloane offered to teach her a perfectly elegant new pattern of knit lace, so nice for trimming aprons.

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