`` I 'm such an unlucky girl , '' mourned Anne . `` I 'm always getting into scrapes myself and getting my best friends -- people I 'd shed my heart 's blood for -- into them too . Can you tell me why it is so , Mrs. Lynde ? '' `` It 's because you 're too heedless and impulsive , child , that 's what . You never stop to think -- whatever comes into your head to say or do you say or do it without a moment 's reflection . '' `` Oh , but that 's the best of it , '' protested Anne . `` Something just flashes into your mind , so exciting , and you must out with it . If you stop to think it over you spoil it all . Have n't you never felt that yourself , Mrs. Lynde ? '' No , Mrs. Lynde had not . She shook her head sagely . `` You must learn to think a little , Anne , that 's what . The proverb you need to go by is ` Look before you leap ' -- especially into spare-room beds . '' Mrs. Lynde laughed comfortably over her mild joke , but Anne remained pensive . She saw nothing to laugh at in the situation , which to her eyes appeared very serious . When she left Mrs. Lynde 's she took her way across the crusted fields to Orchard Slope . Diana met her at the kitchen door . `` Your Aunt Josephine was very cross about it , was n't she ? '' whispered Anne . `` Yes , '' answered Diana , stifling a giggle with an apprehensive glance over her shoulder at the closed sitting-room door .
`` She was fairly dancing with rage , XXXXX .
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