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"Oh, it's all so roht "If I hadn't taken the wrong path that day ent to Mr Kimball's I'd never have known Miss Lavendar; and if I hadn't met her I'd never have taken Paul thereand he'd never have written to his father about visiting Miss Lavendar just as Mr Irving was starting for San Francisco Mr
Irving says whenever he got that letter he made up his mind to send his partner to San Francisco and co of Miss Lavendar for fifteen years Somebody had told hiht she was and never asked anybody anything about her And now everything has co it about Perhaps, as Mrs Lynde says, everything is foreordained and it was bound to happen anyway But even so, it's nice to think one was an instrument used by predestination Yes indeed, it's very romantic"
"I can't see that it's so terribly roht Anne was too worked up about it and had plenty to do with getting ready for college without "traipsing" to Echo Lodge two days out of three helping Miss Lavendar "In the first place two young fools quarrel and turn sulky; then Steve Irving goes to the States and after a spell gets married up there and is perfectly happy from all accounts Then his wife dies and after a decent interval he thinks he'll come home and see if his first fancy'll have hile, probably because nobody nice enough caree to be married after all Nohere is the romance in all that?"
"Oh, there isn't any, when you put it that way," gasped Anne, rather as if somebody had thrown cold water over her "I suppose that's how it looks in prose But it's very different if you look at it through poetryand _I_ think it's nicer" Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed"to look at it through poetry"
Marilla glanced at the radiant young face and refrained from further sarcastic comments Perhaps some realization came to her that after all it was better to have, like Anne, "the vision and the faculty divine"
that gift which the world cannot bestow or take away, of looking at life through so?ht, wearing a glory and a freshness not visible to those who, like herself and Charlotta the Fourth, looked at things only through prose