`` I 've had that said to me before , but I have my doubts about it , '' remarked skeptical Anne , sniffing at her narcissi . `` Oh , are n't these flowers sweet ! It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give them to me . I have no hard feelings against Mrs. Lynde now . It gives you a lovely , comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven , does n't it ? Are n't the stars bright tonight ? If you could live in a star , which one would you pick ? I 'd like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill . '' `` Anne , do hold your tongue , '' said Marilla , thoroughly worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne 's thoughts . Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane . A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them , laden with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns . Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables . Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman 's hard palm . `` 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 XXXXX restore her sensations to their normal calm by inculcating a moral .
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