I 'm afraid I think too much about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago . It really is a great comfort to me . Oh , Diana , look , there 's a rabbit . That 's something to remember for our woods composition . I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer . They 're so white and still , as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams . '' `` I wo n't mind writing that composition when its time comes , '' sighed Diana . `` I can manage to write about the woods , but the one we 're to hand in Monday is terrible . The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads ! '' `` Why , it 's as easy as wink , '' said Anne . `` It 's easy for you because you have an imagination , '' retorted Diana , `` but what would you do if you had been born without one ? I suppose you have your composition all done ? '' Anne nodded , trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably . `` I wrote it last Monday evening . It 's called ` The Jealous Rival ; or In Death Not Divided . ' I read it to Marilla and she said it was stuff and nonsense . Then I read it to Matthew and he said it was fine . That is the kind of critic I like . It 's a sad , sweet story . I just cried like a child while I was writing it .
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