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generally is. She said she hadn't time to get sick, watching to see that I
didn't fall overboard. She said she never saw the beat of me for prowling
about. But if it kept her from being seasick it's a mercy I did prowl,
isn't it? And I wanted to see everything that was to be seen on that boat,
because I didn't know whether I'd ever have another opportunity. Oh, there
are a lot more cherry-trees all in bloom? This Island is the bloomiest
place. I just love it already, and I'm so glad I'm going to live here.
I've always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the
world, and I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really
expected I would. It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't
it? But those red roads are so funny. When we got into the train at
Charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past I asked Mrs. Spencer
what made them red and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not to
ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand
already. I suppose I had, too, but how you going to find out about things
if you don't ask questions? And what DOES make the roads red?"
"Well now, I dunno," said Matthew.
"Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. Isn't it
splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just
makes me feel glad to be aliveit's such an interesting world. It wouldn't
be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd
be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much?
People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you
say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's
difficult."
Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most
quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the
talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it. But he
had never expected to enjoy the society of a little girl. Women were bad
enough in all conscience, but little girls were worse. He detested the way
they had of sidling past him timidly, with sideways glances, as if they
expected him to gobble them up at a mouthful if they ventured to say a
word. This was the Avonlea type of well-bred little girl. But this
freckled witch was very different, and although he found it rather
difficult for his slower intelligence to keep up with her brisk mental
processes he thought that he "kind of liked her chatter." So he said as
shyly as usual:
"Oh, you can talk as much as you like. I don't mind."
"Oh, I'm so glad. I know you and I are going to get along together
fine. It's such a relief to talk when one wants to and not be told that
children should be seen and not heard. I've had that said to me a million
times if I have once. And people laugh at me because I use big words. But
if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't
you?"
"Well now, that seems reasonable," said Matthew.
"Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it
isn't-it's firmly fastened at one end. Mrs. Spencer said your place was
named Green Gables. I asked her all about it. And she said there were
trees all around it. I was gladder than ever. I just love trees. And there
weren't any at all about the asylum, only a few poor weeny-teeny things