We 're going to the shore some day to gather shells . We have agreed to call the spring down by the log bridge the Dryad 's Bubble . Is n't that a perfectly elegant name ? I read a story once about a spring called that . A dryad is sort of a grown-up fairy , I think . '' `` Well , all I hope is you wo n't talk Diana to death , '' said Marilla . `` But remember this in all your planning , Anne . You 're not going to play all the time nor most of it . You 'll have your work to do and it 'll have to be done first . '' Anne 's cup of happiness was full , and Matthew caused it to overflow . He had just got home from a trip to the store at Carmody , and he sheepishly produced a small parcel from his pocket and handed it to Anne , with a deprecatory look at Marilla . `` I heard you say you liked chocolate sweeties , so I got you some , '' he said . `` Humph , '' sniffed Marilla . `` It 'll ruin her teeth and stomach . There , there , child , do n't look so dismal . You can eat those , since Matthew has gone and got them . He 'd better have brought you peppermints . They 're wholesomer . Do n't sicken yourself eating all them at once now . '' `` Oh , no , indeed , I wo n't , '' said Anne eagerly .
`` I 'll just eat one tonight , XXXXX .
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