CHAPTER XXX . The Queens Class Is Organized Marilla laid her knitting on her lap and leaned back in her chair . Her eyes were tired , and she thought vaguely that she must see about having her glasses changed the next time she went to town , for her eyes had grown tired very often of late . It was nearly dark , for the full November twilight had fallen around Green Gables , and the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove . Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug , gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood . She had been reading , but her book had slipped to the floor , and now she was dreaming , with a smile on her parted lips . Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy ; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening to her in cloudland -- adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life . Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have been suffered to reveal itself in any clearer light than that soft mingling of fireshine and shadow . The lesson of a love that should display itself easily in spoken word and open look was one Marilla could never learn . But she had learned to love this slim , gray-eyed girl with an affection all the deeper and stronger from its very undemonstrativeness . Her love made her afraid of being unduly indulgent , indeed . She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one 's heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne , and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her . Certainly Anne herself had no idea how Marilla loved her . She sometimes thought wistfully that Marilla was very hard to please and distinctly lacking in sympathy and understanding . But she always checked the thought reproachfully , remembering what she owed to Marilla . `` Anne , '' said Marilla abruptly , `` Miss Stacy was here this afternoon when you were out with Diana . '' Anne came back from her other world with a start and a sigh . `` Was she ? Oh , I 'm so sorry I was n't in . Why did n't you call me , Marilla ?
XXXXX and I were only over in the Haunted Wood .
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