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

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A QUEEN'S GIRL
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The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily's taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew's and Ma­nila's benefit, and recited "The Maiden's Vow" for them in the kitchen. As Marilla watched the bright, animated face and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had ar­rived at Green Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her prepos­terous yellowish-brown wincey dress, the heart­break looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in the memory brought tears to Manila's own eyes.
"I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Ma­rilla," said Anne gaily, stooping over Manila's chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady's cheek. "Now, I call that a positive triumph."
"No, I wasn't crying over your piece," said Ma­rilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any "poetry stuff." "I just couldn't help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways. You're grown up now and you're going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so—so—different altogether in that dress—as if you didn't belong in Avonlea at all—and I just got lonesome thinking it all over."
"Marilla!" Anne sat down on Manila's gingham lap, took Manila's lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Manila's eyes. "I'm not a bit changed—not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me—back
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