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When they arrived back at Green Gables that evening Matthew met them in the lane. Anne went upstairs. Marilla told Matthew everything.

"I won't give a dog to that Blewett,” said Matthew with unusual energy.

"I don't like her myself,” admitted Marilla, "but what about this girl? I never brought up a child, especially a girl but I'll do my best. So, Matthew, she may stay.”

Matthew's shy face smiled.

"Marilla,” he said, "she's such an interesting person.”

"Is she a useful person though?” asked Marilla. "Matthew, perhaps an old maid doesn't know much about children, but I guess she knows more than an old bachelor. So you just leave me to manage her.”

Chapter VII

Anne Learns a Prayer

"Well,” said Marilla to Anne, "Matthew and I will keep you – that is, if you try to be a good little girl and show yourself grateful. Why do you cry, child?”

"I don't know why,” said Anne in a tone of bewilderment. "I'm glad! Oh, it's something more than glad. I'm so happy! I'll try to be very good!”

"Sit down on that chair and try to calm yourself,” said Marilla disapprovingly. "Yes, you can stay here. You must go to school, when it opens again in September.”

"What will I call you?” asked Anne. "Shall I always say Miss Cuthbert? Can I call you Aunt Marilla?”

"No; you'll call me just plain Marilla. Not Miss Cuthbert, it will make me nervous.”

"It sounds awfully disrespectful to just say Marilla,” protested Anne. "Can't I call you Aunt Marilla?”

"No. I'm not your aunt,” said Marilla grimly. "Now go into the sitting room, Anne and bring me the illustrated card that's on the mantelpiece. The Lord's Prayer[17 - Lord's Prayer – молитва «Отче наш»] is on it and you'll learn it by heart.”

Anne promptly departed for the sitting-room across the hall. When she returned, she set the card up against the jug.

"I like this,” she announced. "It's beautiful. I heard it before. The superintendent of the asylum Sunday school said it. But I didn't like it then. He had such a cracked voice and he prayed it so mournfully. 'Hallowed be Thy name[18 - Hallowed be Thy name. – Да святится имя Твоё.].' That is just like music. Oh, I'm so glad, Miss Marilla.”

"Well, learn it and hold your tongue,” said Marilla shortly.

Anne studied diligently for some moments.

"Marilla,” she demanded presently, "do you think that I shall ever have a friend in Avonlea?”

"Diana Barry lives over at Orchard Slope and she's about your age. She's a very nice little girl, and perhaps she will be a playmate for you when she comes home. But Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman[19 - particular woman – требовательная женщина]. She won't let Diana play with any little girl who isn't nice and good.”

"What is Diana like? Her hair isn't red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It's bad enough to have red hair myself.”

"Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks. And she is good and smart.”

"Oh, I'm so glad she's pretty! Oh, look, here's a big bee on an apple blossom! Just think what a lovely place to live – in an apple blossom! I want to be a bee and live among the flowers.”

"Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull,” sniffed Marilla. "I told you to learn that prayer and not talk. But it seems impossible for you to stop if you have listeners. So go up to your room and learn it.”

Chapter VIII

Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Horrified

Anne was already acquainted with every tree and shrub about the place[20 - about the place – около дома]. She loved the orchard and she was there when Mrs. Rachel came to visit the Cuthberts.

"I heard some surprising things about you and Matthew. It was too bad there was such a mistake,” said Mrs. Rachel sympathetically. "Can't you send her back?”

"I suppose we can, but we decided not to. Matthew likes her. And I must say I like her myself – although I admit she has her faults. The house seems a different place already. She's a real bright little girl.”

"It's a great responsibility,” said Mrs. Rachel gloomily, "especially when you never had any experience with children. You don't know much about her or her real disposition. But I don't want to discourage you, Marilla.”

"I'm not discouraged,” was Marilla's dry response, "I suppose you want to see Anne. I'll call her in.”

Anne came in presently. She certainly was an odd-looking little creature in the short tight wincey dress from the asylum, below which her thin legs seemed ungracefully long. Her freckles were more numerous and obtrusive than ever. The wind ruffled her hatless hair into disorder.

"Well, you are not beautiful, that's sure and certain,” was Mrs. Rachel Lynde's emphatic comment. "She's terrible skinny and homely, Marilla. Come here, child, and let me have a look at you. Did anyone ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots! Come here, child, I say.”

Anne "came there,” but not exactly as Mrs. Rachel expected. Her face was scarlet with anger, her lips quivered.

"I hate you!” she cried. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! How dare you call me skinny and ugly? How dare you say I'm freckled and redheaded? You are a rude, impolite, unfeeling woman!”

"Anne!” exclaimed Marilla.

But Anne continued to face Mrs. Rachel undauntedly.

"How dare you say such things about me?” she repeated furiously. "What about you? Will you like if someone says that you are fat and clumsy and probably haven't a spark of imagination in you? I don't care if I hurt your feelings! I hope I hurt them. You hurt mine worse than Mrs. Thomas' intoxicated husband! And I'll never forgive you for it, never, never!”

Stamp! Stamp!

"Anne go to your room and stay there until I come up,” said Marilla.

Anne burst into tears, rushed to the hall door, and slammed it.

"Well, I don't envy you, Marilla,” said Mrs. Rachel with unspeakable solemnity.

"Why did you said so about her looks, Rachel?” asked Marilla.

"Marilla Cuthbert, you don't mean to say that you excuse her?” demanded Mrs. Rachel indignantly.

"No,” said Marilla slowly, "I don't excuse her. She was very naughty and I'll talk to her about it. But you were too hard on her, Rachel.”

Mrs. Rachel got up with an air of offended dignity.

"Well, I see that I must be very careful what I say after this, Marilla, not to hurt the fine feelings of orphans from nowhere. Well, good evening, Marilla. I hope you'll come down to see me as usual. But you can't expect me to visit here again.”

Marilla found Anne on her bed. Anne cried bitterly.

"Anne,” Marilla said.