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Between table and bed there was the window. With a sob Anne hastily discarded her garments, put on the skimpy nightgown and sprang into bed. She burrowed face downward into the pillow and pulled the blanket over her head.

Marilla came again and deliberately picked up Anne's clothes, placed them neatly on a prim yellow chair, then took up the candle and went over to the bed.

"Good night,” she said, a little awkwardly, but not unkindly.

Anne's white face and big eyes appeared over the bedclothes.

"How can you call it a good night when you know it must be the worst night in my life?” she said reproachfully.

Marilla went slowly down to the kitchen and proceeded to wash the dishes. Matthew was silent.

"Well,” Marilla said wrathfully, "one of us will drive over and see Mrs. Spencer tomorrow. This girl will go back to the asylum.”

"Yes, I suppose so,” said Matthew reluctantly.

"You suppose so! Don't you know it? Matthew Cuthbert, I believe that child bewitched you! I can see that you want to keep her.

"Well now, she's interesting,” persisted Matthew.

"Oh, she can talk fast enough. And I don't like children who have so much to say. I don't want an orphan girl, that's all. There's something I don't understand about her. No, she will go back to where she came from.”

"Of course, Marilla,” said Matthew.

Chapter IV

Morning at Green Gables

Anne awoke and sat up in bed. She stared confusedly at the window. Her eyes glistened with delight.

A huge cherry-tree grew outside. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers. This place was lovely!

She noticed a hand on her shoulder.

"It's time to dress,” Marilla said curtly. "Get dressed[10 - get dressed – одевайся] and come downstairs.” said Marilla. "Breakfast is ready.

Anne was downstairs in ten minutes' time.

"I'm very hungry this morning,” she announced. "The world doesn't seem such a wilderness as it did last night. I'm so glad it's a sunshiny morning. But I like rainy mornings, too. All sorts of mornings are interesting, don't you think?”

"Hold your tongue,” said Marilla. "You talk too much for a little girl.”

Anne held her tongue obediently. She ate mechanically.