He had such a cracked voice and he prayed it so mournfully . I really felt sure he thought praying was a disagreeable duty . This is n't poetry , but it makes me feel just the same way poetry does . ` Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name . ' That is just like a line of music . Oh , I 'm so glad you thought of making me learn this , Miss -- Marilla . '' `` Well , learn it and hold your tongue , '' said Marilla shortly . Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a pink-cupped bud , and then studied diligently for some moments longer . `` Marilla , '' she demanded presently , `` do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea ? '' `` A -- a what kind of friend ? '' `` A bosom friend -- an intimate friend , you know -- a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul . I 've dreamed of meeting her all my life . I never really supposed I would , but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will , too . Do you think it 's possible ? '' `` Diana Barry lives over at Orchard Slope and she 's about your age . She 's a very nice little girl , and perhaps she will be a playmate for you when she comes home . She 's visiting her aunt over at Carmody just now . You 'll have to be careful how you behave yourself , though . Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman . She wo n't let Diana play with any little girl who is n't nice and good . ''
Anne looked at XXXXX through the apple blossoms , her eyes aglow with interest .
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