She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life , poor child ; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed . She knelt there , lost to everything but the loveliness around her , until she was startled by a hand on her shoulder . Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer . `` It 's time you were dressed , '' she said curtly . Marilla really did not know how to talk to the child , and her uncomfortable ignorance made her crisp and curt when she did not mean to be . Anne stood up and drew a long breath . `` Oh , is n't it wonderful ? '' she said , waving her hand comprehensively at the good world outside . `` It 's a big tree , '' said Marilla , `` and it blooms great , but the fruit do n't amount to much never -- small and wormy . '' `` Oh , I do n't mean just the tree ; of course it 's lovely -- yes , it 's RADIANTLY lovely -- it blooms as if it meant it -- but I meant everything , the garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods , the whole big dear world . Do n't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this ? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here . Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are ? They 're always laughing . Even in winter-time I 've heard them under the ice . I 'm so glad there 's a brook near Green Gables . Perhaps you think it does n't make any difference to me when you 're not going to keep me , but it does . I shall always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again . If there was n't a brook I 'd be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one . I 'm not in the depths of despair this morning .
I never can be in the XXXXX .
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