Marilla looked back once as the buggy bounced along and saw that aggravating Matthew leaning over the gate , looking wistfully after them . CHAPTER V. Anne 's History `` Do you know , '' said Anne confidentially , `` I 've made up my mind to enjoy this drive . It 's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will . Of course , you must make it up FIRMLY . I am not going to think about going back to the asylum while we 're having our drive . I 'm just going to think about the drive . Oh , look , there 's one little early wild rose out ! Is n't it lovely ? Do n't you think it must be glad to be a rose ? Would n't it be nice if roses could talk ? I 'm sure they could tell us such lovely things . And is n't pink the most bewitching color in the world ? I love it , but I ca n't wear it . Redheaded people ca n't wear pink , not even in imagination . Did you ever know of anybody whose hair was red when she was young , but got to be another color when she grew up ? '' `` No , I do n't know as I ever did , '' said Marilla mercilessly , `` and I should n't think it likely to happen in your case either . '' Anne sighed . `` Well , that is another hope gone . ` My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes . ' That 's a sentence I read in a book once , and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I 'm disappointed in anything . ''
`` I do n't see where the comforting comes XXXXX myself , '' said Marilla .
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