`` It 's lovely to be going home and know it 's home , '' she said . `` I love Green Gables already , and I never loved any place before . No place ever seemed like home . Oh , Marilla , I 'm so happy . I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard . '' Something warm and pleasant welled up in Marilla 's heart at touch of that thin little hand in her own -- a throb of the maternity she had missed , perhaps . Its very unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her . She hastened to restore her sensations to their normal calm by inculcating a moral . `` If you 'll be a good girl you 'll always be happy , Anne . And you should never find it hard to say your prayers . '' `` Saying one 's prayers is n't exactly the same thing as praying , '' said Anne meditatively . `` But I 'm going to imagine that I 'm the wind that is blowing up there in those tree tops . When I get tired of the trees I 'll imagine I 'm gently waving down here in the ferns -- and then I 'll fly over to Mrs. Lynde 's garden and set the flowers dancing -- and then I 'll go with one great swoop over the clover field -- and then I 'll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves . Oh , there 's so much scope for imagination in a wind ! So I 'll not talk any more just now , Marilla . '' `` Thanks be to goodness for that , '' breathed Marilla in devout relief . CHAPTER XI . Anne 's Impressions of Sunday-School `` Well , how do you like them ? '' said Marilla . Anne was standing in the gable room , looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed .
One was XXXXX snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable ; one was of black-and-white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter ; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store .
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