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

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until she's willing to apologize to Mrs. Lynde, and that's final, Matthew."
Breakfast, dinner, and supper were very silent meals—for Anne still remained obdurate. After each meal Marilla carried a well-filled tray to the east gable and brought it down later on not notice­ably depleted. Matthew eyed its last descent with a troubled eye. Had Anne eaten anything at all ?
When Marilla went out that evening to bring the cows from the back pasture, Matthew, who had been hanging about the barns and watching, slipped into the house with the air of a burglar and crept up­stairs. As a general thing Matthew gravitated be­tween the kitchen and the little bedroom off the hall where he slept; once in a while he ventured uncom­fortably into the parlour or sitting-room when the minister came to tea. But he had never been up­stairs in his own house since the spring he helped Marilla paper the spare bedroom, and that was four years ago.
He tiptoed along the hall and stood for several minutes outside the door of the east gable before he summoned courage to tap on it with his fingers and then open the door to peep in.
Anne was sitting on the yellow chair by the win­dow, gazing mournfully out into the garden. Very small and unhappy she looked, and Matthew's heart smote him. He softly closed the door and tiptoed over to her.
"Anne," he whispered, as if afraid of being over­heard, "how are you making it>. Anne?"
Anne smiled wanly.
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