And it must be confessed that it was . X Davy in Search of a Sensation Anne , walking home from school through the Birch Path one November afternoon , felt convinced afresh that life was a very wonderful thing . The day had been a good day ; all had gone well in her little kingdom . St. Clair Donnell had not fought any of the other boys over the question of his name ; Prillie Rogerson 's face had been so puffed up from the effects of toothache that she did not once try to coquette with the boys in her vicinity . Barbara Shaw had met with only ONE accident ... spilling a dipper of water over the floor ... and Anthony Pye had not been in school at all . `` What a nice month this November has been ! '' said Anne , who had never quite got over her childish habit of talking to herself . `` November is usually such a disagreeable month ... as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it . This year is growing old gracefully ... just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles . We 've had lovely days and delicious twilights . This last fortnight has been so peaceful , and even Davy has been almost well-behaved . I really think he is improving a great deal . How quiet the woods are today ... not a murmur except that soft wind purring in the treetops ! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore . How dear the woods are ! You beautiful trees ! I love every one of you as a friend . '' Anne paused to throw her arm about a slim young birch and kiss its cream-white trunk . Diana , rounding a curve in the path , saw her and laughed . `` Anne Shirley , you 're only pretending to be grown up .
I believe when you 're alone you 're XXXXX much a little girl as you ever were . ''
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