demanded Marilla sharply . Anne came back to earth with a start . `` That , '' she said , pointing to the picture -- a rather vivid chromo entitled , `` Christ Blessing Little Children '' -- `` and I was just imagining I was one of them -- that I was the little girl in the blue dress , standing off by herself in the corner as if she did n't belong to anybody , like me . She looks lonely and sad , do n't you think ? I guess she had n't any father or mother of her own . But she wanted to be blessed , too , so she just crept shyly up on the outside of the crowd , hoping nobody would notice her -- except Him . I 'm sure I know just how she felt . Her heart must have beat and her hands must have got cold , like mine did when I asked you if I could stay . She was afraid He might n't notice her . But it 's likely He did , do n't you think ? I 've been trying to imagine it all out -- her edging a little nearer all the time until she was quite close to Him ; and then He would look at her and put His hand on her hair and oh , such a thrill of joy as would run over her ! But I wish the artist had n't painted Him so sorrowful looking . All His pictures are like that , if you 've noticed . But I do n't believe He could really have looked so sad or the children would have been afraid of Him . '' `` Anne , '' said Marilla , wondering why she had not broken into this speech long before , `` you should n't talk that way . It 's irreverent -- positively irreverent . '' Anne 's eyes marveled . `` Why , I felt just as reverent as could be . I 'm sure I did n't mean to be irreverent . '' `` Well I do n't suppose you did -- but it does n't sound right to talk so familiarly about such things .
And another thing , Anne , when I send you after something you 're to bring it at once and not fall XXXXX mooning and imagining before pictures .
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