I 'm so sorry ... I wanted some for Matthew 's grave . He was always so fond of June lilies . '' `` I kind of miss them myself , '' admitted Marilla , `` though it does n't seem right to lament over them when so many worse things have happened ... all the crops destroyed as well as the fruit . '' `` But people have sown their oats over again , '' said Anne comfortingly , `` and Mr. Harrison says he thinks if we have a good summer they will come out all right though late . And my annuals are all coming up again ... but oh , nothing can replace the June lilies . Poor little Hester Gray will have none either . I went all the way back to her garden last night but there was n't one . I 'm sure she 'll miss them . '' `` I do n't think it 's right for you to say such things , Anne , I really do n't , '' said Marilla severely . `` Hester Gray has been dead for thirty years and her spirit is in heaven ... I hope . '' `` Yes , but I believe she loves and remembers her garden here still , '' said Anne . `` I 'm sure no matter how long I 'd lived in heaven I 'd like to look down and see somebody putting flowers on my grave . If I had had a garden here like Hester Gray 's it would take me more than thirty years , even in heaven , to forget being homesick for it by spells . '' `` Well , do n't let the twins hear you talking like that , '' was Marilla 's feeble protest , as she carried her chicken into the house . Anne pinned her narcissi on her hair and went to the lane gate , where she stood for awhile sunning herself in the June brightness before going in to attend to her Saturday morning duties . The world was growing lovely again ; old Mother Nature was doing her best to remove the traces of the storm , and , though she was not to succeed fully for many a moon , she was really accomplishing wonders . `` I wish I could just be idle all day today , '' Anne told a bluebird , who was singing and swinging on a willow bough , `` but a schoolma'am , who is also helping to bring up twins , ca n't indulge in laziness , birdie . How sweet you are singing , little bird . You are just putting the feelings of my heart into song ever so much better than I could myself . Why , who is coming ? ''
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