I had a beau once who did that and it improved him immensely . It was I who suggested it to him and he took my advice , but he never forgave me for it . '' `` Moody Spurgeon is a very serious young man , '' yawned Priscilla . `` He is concerned with graver matters than his ears . He is going to be a minister , you know . '' `` Well , I suppose the Lord does n't regard the ears of a man , '' said Aunt Jamesina gravely , dropping all further criticism of Moody Spurgeon . Aunt Jamesina had a proper respect for the cloth even in the case of an unfledged parson . Chapter XXXVIII False Dawn `` Just imagine -- this night week I 'll be in Avonlea -- delightful thought ! '' said Anne , bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde 's quilts . `` But just imagine -- this night week I 'll be gone forever from Patty 's Place -- horrible thought ! '' `` I wonder if the ghost of all our laughter will echo through the maiden dreams of Miss Patty and Miss Maria , '' speculated Phil . Miss Patty and Miss Maria were coming home , after having trotted over most of the habitable globe . `` We 'll be back the second week in May '' wrote Miss Patty . `` I expect Patty 's Place will seem rather small after the Hall of the Kings at Karnak , but I never did like big places to live in . And I 'll be glad enough to be home again . When you start traveling late in life you 're apt to do too much of it because you know you have n't much time left , and it 's a thing that grows on you . I 'm afraid Maria will never be contented again . '' `` I shall leave here my fancies and dreams to bless the next comer , '' said Anne , looking around the blue room wistfully -- her pretty blue room where she had spent three such happy years . She had knelt at its window to pray and had bent from it to watch the sunset behind the pines . She had heard the autumn raindrops beating against it and had welcomed the spring robins at its sill .
She wondered XXXXX old dreams could haunt rooms -- if , when one left forever the room where she had joyed and suffered and laughed and wept , something of her , intangible and invisible , yet nonetheless real , did not remain behind like a voiceful memory .
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