`` Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle . But it is n'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 were n't any at all about the asylum , only a few poor weeny-teeny things out in front with little whitewashed cagey things about them . They just looked like orphans themselves , those trees did . It used to make me want to cry to look at them . I used to say to them , ` Oh , you POOR little things ! If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far away and birds singing in you branches , you could grow , could n't you ? But you ca n't where you are . I know just exactly how you feel , little trees . ' I felt sorry to leave them behind this morning . You do get so attached to things like that , do n't you ? Is there a brook anywhere near Green Gables ? I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that . '' `` Well now , yes , there 's one right below the house . '' `` Fancy .
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