He did n't look so homely by moonlight and oh , he was nice . Niceness fairly exhaled from him . The old ladies -- except Mrs. Grant -- do n't approve of Jonas , because he laughs and jokes -- and because he evidently likes the society of frivolous me better than theirs . `` Somehow , Anne , I do n't want him to think me frivolous . This is ridiculous . Why should I care what a tow-haired person called Jonas , whom I never saw before thinks of me ? `` Last Sunday Jonas preached in the village church . I went , of course , but I could n't realize that Jonas was going to preach . The fact that he was a minister -- or going to be one -- persisted in seeming a huge joke to me . `` Well , Jonas preached . And , by the time he had preached ten minutes , I felt so small and insignificant that I thought I must be invisible to the naked eye . Jonas never said a word about women and he never looked at me . But I realized then and there what a pitiful , frivolous , small-souled little butterfly I was , and how horribly different I must be from Jonas ' ideal woman . SHE would be grand and strong and noble . He was so earnest and tender and true . He was everything a minister ought to be . I wondered how I could ever have thought him ugly -- but he really is ! -- with those inspired eyes and that intellectual brow which the roughly-falling hair hid on week days . `` It was a splendid sermon and I could have listened to it forever , and it made me feel utterly wretched . Oh , I wish I was like YOU , Anne .
`` He caught up with me XXXXX the road home , and grinned as cheerfully as usual .
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