When I was little I could n't see from one end of the summer to the other . It stretched before me like an unending season . Now , '' tis a handbreadth , 't is a tale . ' '' `` Anne , are you and Gilbert Blythe as good friends as you used to be ? '' asked Miss Lavendar quietly . `` I am just as much Gilbert 's friend as ever I was , Miss Lavendar . '' Miss Lavendar shook her head . `` I see something 's gone wrong , Anne . I 'm going to be impertinent and ask what . Have you quarrelled ? '' `` No ; it 's only that Gilbert wants more than friendship and I ca n't give him more . '' `` Are you sure of that , Anne ? '' `` Perfectly sure . '' `` I 'm very , very sorry . '' `` I wonder why everybody seems to think I ought to marry Gilbert Blythe , '' said Anne petulantly . `` Because you were made and meant for each other , Anne -- that is why . You need n't toss that young head of yours . It 's a fact . '' Chapter XXIV Enter Jonas `` PROSPECT POINT , `` August 20th . `` Dear Anne -- spelled -- with -- an -- E , '' wrote Phil , `` I must prop my eyelids open long enough to write you .
I 've neglected you shamefully this XXXXX , honey , but all my other correspondents have been neglected , too .
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