But it IS real and we 're nearly home . '' With a sigh of rapture she relapsed into silence . Matthew stirred uneasily . He felt glad that it would be Marilla and not he who would have to tell this waif of the world that the home she longed for was not to be hers after all . They drove over Lynde 's Hollow , where it was already quite dark , but not so dark that Mrs. Rachel could not see them from her window vantage , and up the hill and into the long lane of Green Gables . By the time they arrived at the house Matthew was shrinking from the approaching revelation with an energy he did not understand . It was not of Marilla or himself he was thinking of the trouble this mistake was probably going to make for them , but of the child 's disappointment . When he thought of that rapt light being quenched in her eyes he had an uncomfortable feeling that he was going to assist at murdering something -- much the same feeling that came over him when he had to kill a lamb or calf or any other innocent little creature . The yard was quite dark as they turned into it and the poplar leaves were rustling silkily all round it . `` Listen to the trees talking in their sleep , '' she whispered , as he lifted her to the ground . `` What nice dreams they must have ! '' Then , holding tightly to the carpet-bag which contained `` all her worldly goods , '' she followed him into the house . CHAPTER III . Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised Marilla came briskly forward as Matthew opened the door . But when her eyes fell of the odd little figure in the stiff , ugly dress , with the long braids of red hair and the eager , luminous eyes , she stopped short in amazement . `` Matthew Cuthbert , who 's that ? '' she ejaculated . `` Where is the boy ? '' `` There was n't any boy , '' said Matthew wretchedly . `` There was only HER . ''
He nodded at the child , remembering XXXXX he had never even asked her name .
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