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even if you didn’t talk a bit loud. So I imagined that it was a little girl called Violetta and we were great friends and I loved her almost as well as I loved Katie Maurice. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)—(begin superscript)not quite but almost you know. (end superscript)The night before I went to the asylum I said good-bye to Violetta, and oh, her good-bye came back to me in such sad, sad tones. I had become so attached to her that I hadn’t the heart to imagine a bosom friend at the asylum, even if there had been any scope for imagination.
“I think it’s just as well there wasn’t,” said Marilla drily. “I don’t approve of such goings on. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)B(end superscript)(begin superscript)P4(end superscript) It will be well for you to have a real live friend to put such nonsense out of your head.(begin strikethrough)”(end strikethrough) Q4
(begin strikethrough)”(end strikethrough)Oh, look, here’s a big bee just tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live—in an apple blossom! If (begin superscript)R4(end superscript) If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be
LMM Notes
LMM Note P4
You seem to half believe your own imaginations.
LMM Note Q4
But don't let Mrs. Barry hear you talking about your Katie Maurices and your Violettas or she'll think you tell stories."
"Oh, I won't. I couldn't talk of them to everybody. (begin strikethrough)But I(end strikethrough) their memories are too sacred for that. But I thought I'd like to have you know about them.
LMM Note R4
Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it!