Oh , sometimes , I think it is of no use to make friends . They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came . '' `` That sounds like something Miss Eliza Andrews might say but never Miss Lavendar , '' said Anne . `` NOTHING is worse than emptiness ... and I 'm not going out of your life . There are such things as letters and vacations . Dearest , I 'm afraid you 're looking a little pale and tired . '' `` Oh ... hoo ... hoo ... hoo , '' went Paul on the dyke , where he had been making noises diligently ... not all of them melodious in the making , but all coming back transmuted into the very gold and silver of sound by the fairy alchemists over the river . Miss Lavendar made an impatient movement with her pretty hands . `` I 'm just tired of everything ... even of the echoes . There is nothing in my life but echoes ... echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys . They 're beautiful and mocking . Oh Anne , it 's horrid of me to talk like this when I have company . It 's just that I 'm getting old and it does n't agree with me . I know I 'll be fearfully cranky by the time I 'm sixty . But perhaps all I need is a course of blue pills . '' At this moment Charlotta the Fourth , who had disappeared after lunch , returned , and announced that the northeast corner of Mr. John Kimball 's pasture was red with early strawberries , and would n't Miss Shirley like to go and pick some . `` Early strawberries for tea ! '' exclaimed Miss Lavendar . `` Oh , I 'm not so old as I thought ... and I do n't need a single blue pill ! Girls , when you come back with your strawberries we 'll have tea out here under the silver poplar .
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