I 'm sure I did n't mean to be irreverent . '' `` Well I do n't suppose you did -- but it does n't sound right to talk so familiarly about such things . And another thing , Anne , when I send you after something you 're to bring it at once and not fall into mooning and imagining before pictures . Remember that . Take that card and come right to the kitchen . Now , sit down in the corner and learn that prayer off by heart . '' Anne set the card up against the jugful of apple blossoms she had brought in to decorate the dinner-table -- Marilla had eyed that decoration askance , but had said nothing -- propped her chin on her hands , and fell to studying it intently for several silent minutes . `` I like this , '' she announced at length . `` It 's beautiful . I 've heard it before -- I heard the superintendent of the asylum Sunday school say it over once . But I did n't like it then . He had such a cracked voice and he prayed it so mournfully . I really felt sure he thought praying was a disagreeable duty . This is n't poetry , but it makes me feel just the same way poetry does . ` Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name . ' That is just like a line of music . Oh , I 'm so glad you thought of making me learn this , Miss -- Marilla . '' `` Well , learn it and hold your tongue , '' said Marilla shortly . Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a pink-cupped bud , and then studied diligently for some moments longer . `` Marilla , '' she demanded presently , `` do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea ? ''
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