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in those tree-tops. When I get tired of that the trees I’ll imagine I’m gently waving down here in the ferns, (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)W5(end superscript) and then I’ll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves. Oh, there’s so much scope for imagination in a wind. So I’ll not talk any more just now, Marlla Marilla.
“Thanks be to goodness for that,” breathed Marilla in devout relief.
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—and then I'll fly over to Mrs Lynde's garden and set the flowers dancing — and then I'll (begin strikethrough)blow(end strikethrough) go with one great swoop over the clover field—