Chapter 38

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“Diana is signaling for me to go over,” laughed Anne. “You know we keep up the old custom. Excuse me while I run over and see what she wants.”

Anne ran down the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)clover(end superscript) slope like a deer and disappeared in the (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)firry(end superscript) shadows of the Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked after her indulgently.(begin strikethrough)”(end strikethrough)

“There’s a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways.”

“There’s a good deal more of the woman about her in others,” retorted others Marilla, with a momentary return of her old crispness.

But crispness was no longer Marilla’s distinguishing characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told her Thomas that night,

“Marilla Cuthbert has got mellow. That’s what.”