Anne folded up her dripping parasol , put on her hat , spread the wrapping paper on a shingle Diana handed up , and wrote out her garden idyl under conditions that could hardly be considered as favorable to literature . Nevertheless , the result was quite pretty , and Diana was `` enraptured '' when Anne read it to her . `` Oh , Anne , it 's sweet ... just sweet . DO send it to the ` Canadian Woman . ' '' Anne shook her head . `` Oh , no , it would n't be suitable at all . There is no PLOT in it , you see . It 's just a string of fancies . I like writing such things , but of course nothing of the sort would ever do for publication , for editors insist on plots , so Priscilla says . Oh , there 's Miss Sarah Copp now . PLEASE , Diana , go and explain . '' Miss Sarah Copp was a small person , garbed in shabby black , with a hat chosen less for vain adornment than for qualities that would wear well . She looked as amazed as might be expected on seeing the curious tableau in her yard , but when she heard Diana 's explanation she was all sympathy . She hurriedly unlocked the back door , produced the axe , and with a few skillfull blows set Anne free . The latter , somewhat tired and stiff , ducked down into the interior of her prison and thankfully emerged into liberty once more . `` Miss Copp , '' she said earnestly . `` I assure you I looked into your pantry window only to discover if you had a willow-ware platter . I did n't see anything else -- I did n't LOOK for anything else . '' `` Bless you , that 's all right , '' said Miss Sarah amiably . `` You need n't worry -- there 's no harm done .
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