`` I 'd go home and write a poem this blessed minute if I only knew how , '' declared Phil , pausing in an open space where a rosy light was staining the green tips of the pines . `` It 's all so wonderful here -- this great , white stillness , and those dark trees that always seem to be thinking . '' '' ` The woods were God 's first temples , ' '' quoted Anne softly . `` One ca n't help feeling reverent and adoring in such a place . I always feel so near Him when I walk among the pines . '' `` Anne , I 'm the happiest girl in the world , '' confessed Phil suddenly . `` So Mr. Blake has asked you to marry him at last ? '' said Anne calmly . `` Yes . And I sneezed three times while he was asking me . Was n't that horrid ? But I said ` yes ' almost before he finished -- I was so afraid he might change his mind and stop . I 'm besottedly happy . I could n't really believe before that Jonas would ever care for frivolous me . '' `` Phil , you 're not really frivolous , '' said Anne gravely . '' ` Way down underneath that frivolous exterior of yours you 've got a dear , loyal , womanly little soul . Why do you hide it so ? '' `` I ca n't help it , Queen Anne . You are right -- I 'm not frivolous at heart . But there 's a sort of frivolous skin over my soul and I ca n't take it off .
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