`` You do n't know how good I feel ! Would n't it be nice if it could last ? I believe I could be a model child if I were just invited out to tea every day . But oh , Marilla , it 's a solemn occasion too . I feel so anxious . What if I should n't behave properly ? You know I never had tea at a manse before , and I 'm not sure that I know all the rules of etiquette , although I 've been studying the rules given in the Etiquette Department of the Family Herald ever since I came here . I 'm so afraid I 'll do something silly or forget to do something I should do . Would it be good manners to take a second helping of anything if you wanted to VERY much ? '' `` The trouble with you , Anne , is that you 're thinking too much about yourself . You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her , '' said Marilla , hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice . Anne instantly realized this . `` You are right , Marilla . I 'll try not to think about myself at all . '' Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of `` etiquette , '' for she came home through the twilight , under a great , high-sprung sky gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud , in a beatified state of mind and told Marilla all about it happily , sitting on the big red-sandstone slab at the kitchen door with her tired curly head in Marilla 's gingham lap . A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the rims of firry western hills and whistling through the poplars . One clear star hung over the orchard and the fireflies were flitting over in Lover 's Lane , in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs . Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting . `` Oh , Marilla , I 've had a most FASCINATING time . I feel that I have not lived in vain and I shall always feel like that even if I should never be invited to tea at a manse again .
When I got there Mrs. XXXXX met me at the door .
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