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Chapter 11

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“But he wasn’t talking to me,” protested Anne. He was talking to God and he didn’t seem to be very much interested in it either. I think he thought God was too far off to make it worth while. I said a little prayer myself, though.” E6

“Not out loud I hope” said Marilla anxiously[.]

“Oh, no, just under my breath. Well Mr. Bell did get through at last and they told me to go into the classroom with Miss Rogerson’s class. There were nine other girls in it. They all had puffed sleeves. I tried to imagine mine were puffed too but I couldn’t. Why couldn’t I? It was as easy as could be to imagine they were

 

LMM Notes

LMM Note E6
There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the sunshine fell down through them, 'way, 'way down, deep into the water. Oh, Marilla, it was just like a beautiful dream! It gave me a thrill and I just said, 'Thank you for it, God, two or three times."