A bosom friend--an intimate friend, you know--a really kindred spirit
to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I ve dreamed of meeting her all
my life. I never really supposed I would, but so many of my loveliest
dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will, too. Do
you think it s possible?
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. She s visiting her aunt over at Carmody just now. You ll
have to be careful how you behave yourself, though. Mrs. Barry is a
very particular woman. She won t let Diana play with any little girl who
isn t nice and good.
Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms, her eyes aglow with
interest.
What is Diana like? Her hair isn t red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It s bad
enough to have red hair myself, but I positively couldn t endure it in a
bosom friend.
Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and
rosy cheeks. And she is good and smart, which is better than being
pretty.
Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in Wonderland, and was
firmly convinced that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a
child who was being brought up.
But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the
delightful possibilities before it.
Oh, I m so glad she s pretty. Next to being beautiful oneself--and
that s impossible in my case--it would be best to have a beautiful bosom
friend. When I lived with Mrs. Thomas she had a bookcase in her sitting
room with glass doors. There weren t any books in it; Mrs. Thomas kept
her best china and her preserves there--when she had any preserves to
keep. One of the doors was broken. Mr. Thomas smashed it one night
when he was slightly intoxicated. But the other was whole and I used to
pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in
it. I called her Katie Maurice, and we were very intimate. I used to
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