“Anne Shirley (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)G2(end superscript)
But but oh, please do call me Cordelia. It can’t matter much to you what you call me if I’m only going to be here a little while, can it? And Anne is such an unromantic name.”
“Unromantic fiddlesticks!” said the unsympathetic Marilla. “Anne is a real good plain sensible name. You’ve no need to be ashamed of it.”
“Oh, I’m not ashamed of it,” explained Anne, “only I like Cordelia better. I’ve always imagined that my name was Cordelia (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Note H2(end superscript) But if you call me Anne please call me Anne spelled with an e.”
“What difference does it make how it’s spelled?” I2
“Oh, it makes such a difference. It looks so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can’t you always see it in your mind just as if it was
pin printed out? I can; and A-n-n
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reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name.
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—at least, I have of late years. When I was young I used to imagine it was Geraldine, but I like Cordelia better now.(begin strikethrough)"(end strikethrough)
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asked Marilla with another rusty smile as she picked up the teapot.