you’re thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable for her,” said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly realized this.
“You are right, Marilla. I’ll try not to think about myself at all.”
Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of “etiquette,” for she came home through the twilight (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)M13(end superscript) in a beatified state of mind, and told Marilla all about it happily, sitting on the big red sandstone slab at the kitchen door, with her tired curly head in Marilla’s gingham lap. N13
“Oh, Marilla, I’ve had a most fascinating
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under a great, high-sprung sky gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud,
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A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the view of (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)firry(end superscript) western hills and whistling through the poplars. One clear star hung above the orchard and the fireflies were flitting over in Lovers’ Lane, in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs. Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting.
"firry" [in N13]: Anne's view of the hills at sunset might suggest "fiery" instead, but "firry" emphasizes the tops of the trees at twilight.