My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties . I 'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I 'm really thirteen perhaps I 'll get on better . '' `` In four more years we 'll be able to put our hair up , '' said Diana . `` Alice Bell is only sixteen and she is wearing hers up , but I think that 's ridiculous . I shall wait until I 'm seventeen . '' `` If I had Alice Bell 's crooked nose , '' said Anne decidedly , `` I would n't -- but there ! I wo n't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable . Besides , I was comparing it with my own nose and that 's vanity . I 'm afraid I think too much about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago . It really is a great comfort to me . Oh , Diana , look , there 's a rabbit . That 's something to remember for our woods composition . I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer . They 're so white and still , as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams . '' `` I wo n't mind writing that composition when its time comes , '' sighed Diana . `` I can manage to write about the woods , but the one we 're to hand in Monday is terrible . The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads ! '' `` Why , it 's as easy as wink , '' said Anne . `` It 's easy for you because you have an imagination , '' retorted Diana , `` but what would you do if you had been born without one ? I suppose you have your composition all done ? ''
XXXXX nodded , trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably .
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