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 . And good afternoon dear birches down in the hollow . And good afternoon , dear gray house up on the hill . I wonder if Diana is to be my bosom friend . I hope she will , and I shall love her very much . But I must never quite forget Katie Maurice and Violetta . They would feel so hurt if I did and I 'd hate to hurt anybody 's feelings , even a little bookcase girl 's or a little echo girl 's . I must be careful to remember them and send them a kiss every day . '' Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then , with her chin in her hands , drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams . CHAPTER IX . Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified Anne had been a fortnight at Green Gables before Mrs. Lynde arrived to inspect her .
Mrs. Rachel , XXXXX do her justice , was not to blame for this .
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