Then Mary Joe held up her hands all over flour and said , ` Well , yous are de queer leetle boy . Yous make me feel scare . ' And she really did looked scared . I went out then and whispered the rest of my thoughts to the garden . There was a little birch tree in the garden and it died . Grandma says the salt spray killed it ; but I think the dryad belonging to it was a foolish dryad who wandered away to see the world and got lost . And the little tree was so lonely it died of a broken heart . '' `` And when the poor , foolish little dryad gets tired of the world and comes back to her tree HER heart will break , '' said Anne . `` Yes ; but if dryads are foolish they must take the consequences , just as if they were real people , '' said Paul gravely . `` Do you know what I think about the new moon , teacher ? I think it is a little golden boat full of dreams . '' `` And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep . '' `` Exactly , teacher . Oh , you DO know . And I think the violets are little snips of the sky that fell down when the angels cut out holes for the stars to shine through . And the buttercups are made out of old sunshine ; and I think the sweet peas will be butterflies when they go to heaven . Now , teacher , do you see anything so very queer about those thoughts ? '' `` No , laddie dear , they are not queer at all ; they are strange and beautiful thoughts for a little boy to think , and so people who could n't think anything of the sort themselves , if they tried for a hundred years , think them queer . But keep on thinking them , Paul ... some day you are going to be a poet , I believe . '' When Anne reached home she found a very different type of boyhood waiting to be put to bed .
Davy was sulky ; and when Anne had undressed him he bounced into bed and buried his face XXXXX the pillow .
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