she asked anxiously . `` Oh , no , '' returned Anne cheerfully . `` My head and shoulders are quite dry and my skirt is only a little damp where the rain beat through the lathes . Do n't pity me , Diana , for I have n't minded it at all . I kept thinking how much good the rain will do and how glad my garden must be for it , and imagining what the flowers and buds would think when the drops began to fall . I imagined out a most interesting dialogue between the asters and the sweet peas and the wild canaries in the lilac bush and the guardian spirit of the garden . When I go home I mean to write it down . I wish I had a pencil and paper to do it now , because I daresay I 'll forget the best parts before I reach home . '' Diana the faithful had a pencil and discovered a sheet of wrapping paper in the box of the buggy . 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 . ''
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