The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the brook . Ferns nodded in it , and little grasses were green , and wild pears hung finely-scented , white curtains around it . Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh . `` I was thinking out my story , Diana . '' `` Oh , have you really begun it ? '' cried Diana , all alight with eager interest in a moment . `` Yes , I have only a few pages written , but I have it all pretty well thought out . I 've had such a time to get a suitable plot . None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a girl named AVERIL . '' `` Could n't you have changed her name ? '' `` No , the thing was impossible . I tried to , but I could n't do it , any more than I could change yours . AVERIL was so real to me that no matter what other name I tried to give her I just thought of her as AVERIL behind it all . But finally I got a plot that matched her . Then came the excitement of choosing names for all my characters . You have no idea how fascinating that is . I 've lain awake for hours thinking over those names . The hero 's name is PERCEVAL DALRYMPLE . '' `` Have you named ALL the characters ? '' asked Diana wistfully .
`` If you had n't I was going to ask you XXXXX let me name one -- just some unimportant person .
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