Anne stood up and drew a long breath . `` Oh , is n't it wonderful ? '' she said , waving her hand comprehensively at the good world outside . `` It 's a big tree , '' said Marilla , `` and it blooms great , but the fruit do n't amount to much never -- small and wormy . '' `` Oh , I do n't mean just the tree ; of course it 's lovely -- yes , it 's RADIANTLY lovely -- it blooms as if it meant it -- but I meant everything , the garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods , the whole big dear world . Do n't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this ? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here . Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are ? They 're always laughing . Even in winter-time I 've heard them under the ice . I 'm so glad there 's a brook near Green Gables . Perhaps you think it does n't make any difference to me when you 're not going to keep me , but it does . I shall always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again . If there was n't a brook I 'd be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one . I 'm not in the depths of despair this morning . I never can be in the morning . Is n't it a splendid thing that there are mornings ? But I feel very sad . I 've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever . It was a great comfort while it lasted .
But the worst XXXXX imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts . ''
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