Anne sighed , retreated to the east gable , and sat down in a chair by the window . `` There -- I know this prayer . I learned that last sentence coming upstairs . Now I 'm going to imagine things into this room so that they 'll always stay imagined . The floor is covered with a white velvet carpet with pink roses all over it and there are pink silk curtains at the windows . The walls are hung with gold and silver brocade tapestry . The furniture is mahogany . I never saw any mahogany , but it does sound SO luxurious . This is a couch all heaped with gorgeous silken cushions , pink and blue and crimson and gold , and I am reclining gracefully on it . I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the wall . I am tall and regal , clad in a gown of trailing white lace , with a pearl cross on my breast and pearls in my hair . My hair is of midnight darkness and my skin is a clear ivory pallor . My name is the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald . No , it is n't -- I ca n't make THAT seem real . '' She danced up to the little looking-glass and peered into it . Her pointed freckled face and solemn gray eyes peered back at her . `` You 're only Anne of Green Gables , '' she said earnestly , `` and I see you , just as you are looking now , whenever I try to imagine I 'm the Lady Cordelia . But it 's a million times nicer to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular , is n't it ? '' She bent forward , kissed her reflection affectionately , and betook herself to the open window . `` Dear Snow Queen , good afternoon .
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