child isn’t actually trembling.”
Anne was trembling. Her face was pale and tense.
“Oh, Marilla, you’d be excited, too, if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to be your bosom friend and whose mother mightn’t like you,” she said, as she hastened to get her hat.(begin strikethrough)”(end strikethrough)
They went over to Orchard Slope by the short cut across the brook (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)and up the
firey firry hill grove.(end superscript) Mrs. Barry came to the kitchen door in answer to Marilla’s knock. She was a tall, black-eyed, black-haired woman, with a very resolute mouth. She had the reputation of being very strict with her children.
“How do you do, Marilla?” she said cordially. “Come in. And this is
"the firry hill grove": Montgomery's photo of the woodsy Lover's Lane; this part of the lane can still be found at Green Gables Heritage Place.
Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph, L.M. Montgomery Collection