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

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CHAPTER XXX
THE QUEEN'S CLASS IS ORGANIZED
Marilla laid her knitting on her lap and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were tired, and she thought vaguely that she must see about having her glasses changed the next time she went to town, for her eyes had grown tired very often of late.
It was nearly dark, for the dull November twi­light had fallen around Green Gables, and the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames of the stove.
Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearth­rug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sun­shine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cord-wood. She had been reading, but her book had slipped to the floor, and now she was dreaming, with a smile on her parted lips. Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happen­ing to her in cloudland—adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life.
Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have been suffered to reveal itself in any clearer light than that soft mingling of fireshine
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