But it was morning and , yes , it was a cherry-tree in full bloom outside of her window . With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor . She pushed up the sash -- it went up stiffly and creakily , as if it had n't been opened for a long time , which was the case ; and it stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up . Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning , her eyes glistening with delight . Oh , was n't it beautiful ? Was n't it a lovely place ? Suppose she was n't really going to stay here ! She would imagine she was . There was scope for imagination here . A huge cherry-tree grew outside , so close that its boughs tapped against the house , and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen . On both sides of the house was a big orchard , one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees , also showered over with blossoms ; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions . In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers , and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind . Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew , upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally . Beyond it was a hill , green and feathery with spruce and fir ; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible . Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them , away down over green , low-sloping fields , was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea . Anne 's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all , taking everything greedily in . She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life , poor child ; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed . She knelt there , lost to everything but the loveliness around her , until she was startled by a hand on her shoulder . Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer . `` It 's time you were dressed , '' she said curtly .
XXXXX really did not know how to talk to the child , and her uncomfortable ignorance made her crisp and curt when she did not mean to be .
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