Mr. Harrison , harrowing at the back of his farm and feeling some of the spring witch-work even in his sober , middle-aged blood , saw four girls , basket laden , tripping across the end of his field where it joined a fringing woodland of birch and fir . Their blithe voices and laughter echoed down to him . `` It 's so easy to be happy on a day like this , is n't it ? '' Anne was saying , with true Anneish philosophy . `` Let 's try to make this a really golden day , girls , a day to which we can always look back with delight . We 're to seek for beauty and refuse to see anything else . ` Begone , dull care ! ' Jane , you are thinking of something that went wrong in school yesterday . '' `` How do you know ? '' gasped Jane , amazed . `` Oh , I know the expression ... I 've felt it often enough on my own face . But put it out of your mind , there 's a dear . It will keep till Monday ... or if it does n't so much the better . Oh , girls , girls , see that patch of violets ! There 's something for memory 's picture gallery . When I 'm eighty years old ... if I ever am ... I shall shut my eyes and see those violets just as I see them now . That 's the first good gift our day has given us . '' `` If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet , '' said Priscilla . Anne glowed . `` I 'm so glad you SPOKE that thought , Priscilla , instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself .
This world would be a much more interesting place ... although it IS very interesting anyhow ... XXXXX people spoke out their real thoughts . ''
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