`` There 's plenty of time for you to be grown up , Rilla . Do n't wish your youth away . It goes too quickly . You 'll begin to taste life soon enough . '' `` Taste life ! I want to eat it , '' cried Rilla , laughing . `` I want everything -- everything a girl can have . I 'll be fifteen in another month , and then nobody can say I 'm a child any longer . I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl 's life . I 'm going to make them perfectly splendid -- just fill them with fun . '' `` There 's no use thinking about what you 're going to do -- you are tolerably sure not to do it . '' `` Oh , but you do get a lot of fun out of the thinking , '' cried Rilla . `` You think of nothing but fun , you monkey , '' said Miss Oliver indulgently , reflecting that Rilla 's chin was really the last word in chins . `` Well , what else is fifteen for ? But have you any notion of going to college this fall ? '' `` No -- nor any other fall . I do n't want to . I never cared for all those ologies and isms Nan and Di are so crazy about . And there 's five of us going to college already . Surely that 's enough .
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