I just love trees . And there were n't any at all about the asylum , only a few poor weeny-teeny things out in front with little whitewashed cagey things about them . They just looked like orphans themselves , those trees did . It used to make me want to cry to look at them . I used to say to them , ` Oh , you POOR little things ! If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far away and birds singing in you branches , you could grow , could n't you ? But you ca n't where you are . I know just exactly how you feel , little trees . ' I felt sorry to leave them behind this morning . You do get so attached to things like that , do n't you ? Is there a brook anywhere near Green Gables ? I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that . '' `` Well now , yes , there 's one right below the house . '' `` Fancy . It 's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook . I never expected I would , though . Dreams do n't often come true , do they ? Would n't it be nice if they did ? But just now I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy . I ca n't feel exactly perfectly happy because -- well , what color would you call this ? ''
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