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The first Story in the Series with Anne Shirley at age 11 to 16

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MRS. RACHEL LYNDE IS HORRIFIED 81
She had made friends with the spring down in the hollow—that wonderful deep, clear icy-cold spring; it was set about with smooth red sandstones and rimmed in by great palm-like clumps of water fern; and beyond it was a log bridge over the brook.
That bridge led Anne's dancing feet up over a wooded hill beyond, where perpetual twilight reigned under the straight, thick-growing firs and spruces; the only flowers there were myriads of deli­cate "June* bells," those shyest and sweetest of wood­land blooms, and a few pale, aerial starflowers, like the spirits of last year's blossoms. Gossamers glim­mered like threads of silver among the trees and the fir boughs and tassels seemed to utter friendly speech.
All these raptured voyages of exploration were made in the odd half-hours which she was allowed for play, and Anne talked Matthew and Marilla half-deaf over her discoveries. Not that Matthew com­plained, to be sure; he listened to it all with a word­less smile of enjoyment on his face; Marilla permitted the "chatter" until she found herself be­coming too interested in it, whereupon she always promptly quenched Anne by a curt command to hold her tongue.
Anne was out in the orchard when Mrs. Rachel came, wandering at her own sweet will through the lush, tremulous grasses splashed with ruddy evening sunshine; so that good lady had an excellent chance to talk her illness fully over, describing every ache and pulse-beat with such evident enjoyment that Marilla thought even grippe must bring its compenr
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