She wo n't let Diana play with any little girl who is n't nice and good . '' Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms , her eyes aglow with interest . `` What is Diana like ? Her hair is n't red , is it ? Oh , I hope not . It 's bad enough to have red hair myself , but I positively could n't endure it in a bosom friend . '' `` Diana is a very pretty little girl . She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks . And she is good and smart , which is better than being pretty . '' Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in Wonderland , and was firmly convinced that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a child who was being brought up . But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the delightful possibilities before it . `` Oh , I 'm so glad she 's pretty . Next to being beautiful oneself -- and that 's impossible in my case -- it would be best to have a beautiful bosom friend . When I lived with Mrs. Thomas she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors . There were n't any books in it ; Mrs. Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there -- when she had any preserves to keep . One of the doors was broken . Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly intoxicated . But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it . I called her Katie Maurice , and we were very intimate . I used to talk to her by the hour , especially on Sunday , and tell her everything .
Katie was the comfort and consolation XXXXX my life .
Thomas as before in night of on than to with