It has such a roll to it -- just like a big organ playing . You could n't quite call it poetry , I suppose , but it sounds a lot like it , does n't it ? '' `` We 're not talking about poetry , Anne -- we are talking about saying your prayers . Do n't you know it 's a terrible wicked thing not to say your prayers every night ? I 'm afraid you are a very bad little girl . '' `` You 'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair , '' said Anne reproachfully . `` People who have n't red hair do n't know what trouble is . Mrs. Thomas told me that God made my hair red ON PURPOSE , and I 've never cared about Him since . And anyhow I 'd always be too tired at night to bother saying prayers . People who have to look after twins ca n't be expected to say their prayers . Now , do you honestly think they can ? '' Marilla decided that Anne 's religious training must be begun at once . Plainly there was no time to be lost . `` You must say your prayers while you are under my roof , Anne . '' `` Why , of course , if you want me to , '' assented Anne cheerfully . `` I 'd do anything to oblige you . But you 'll have to tell me what to say for this once . After I get into bed I 'll imagine out a real nice prayer to say always . I believe that it will be quite interesting , now that I come to think of it . '' `` You must kneel down , '' said Marilla in embarrassment .
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