I 've always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world , and I used to imagine I was living here , but I never really expected I would . It 's delightful when your imaginations come true , is n't it ? But those red roads are so funny . When we got into the train at Charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past I asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she did n't know and for pity 's sake not to ask her any more questions . She said I must have asked her a thousand already . I suppose I had , too , but how you going to find out about things if you do n't ask questions ? And what DOES make the roads red ? '' `` Well now , I dunno , '' said Matthew . `` Well , that is one of the things to find out sometime . Is n't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about ? It just makes me feel glad to be alive -- it 's such an interesting world . It would n't be half so interesting if we know all about everything , would it ? There 'd be no scope for imagination then , would there ? But am I talking too much ? People are always telling me I do . Would you rather I did n't talk ? If you say so I 'll stop . I can STOP when I make up my mind to it , although it 's difficult . '' Matthew , much to his own surprise , was enjoying himself . Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it .
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