And the worst of it is , young Felix , that most of the time I do n't care whether I 'm Mr. Blair of old Abel . Only when you play I care . It makes me feel just as a look I saw in a little girl 's eyes some years ago made me feel . Her name was Anne Shirley and she lived with the Cuthberts down at Avonlea . We got into a conversation at Blair 's store . She could talk a blue streak to anyone , that girl could . I happened to say about something that it did n't matter to a battered old hulk of sixty odd like me . She looked at me with her big , innocent eyes , a little reproachful like , as if I 'd said something awful heretical . ` Do n't you think , Mr. Blair , ' she says , ` that the older we get the more things ought to matter to us ? ' -- as grave as if she 'd been a hundred instead of eleven . ` Things matter SO much to me now , ' she says , clasping her hands thisaway , ` and I 'm sure that when I 'm sixty they 'll matter just five times as much to me . ' Well , the way she looked and the way she spoke made me feel downright ashamed of myself because things had stopped mattering with me . But never mind all that . My miserable old feelings do n't count for much . What come of your father 's fiddle ? '' `` Grandfather took it away when I came here . I think he burned it . And I long for it so often . '' `` Well , you 've always got my old brown fiddle to come to when you must . '' `` Yes , I know .
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