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Chapter XXV. Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves

           Nextyearanybodywhowearsthemwillhavetogothroughadoorsideways.”

           Christmasmorningbrokeonabeautifulwhiteworld.IthadbeenaverymildDecemberandpeoplehadlookedforwardtoagreenChristmas;butjustenoughsnowfellsoftlyinthenighttotransfigureAvonlea.Annepeepedoutfromherfrostedgablewindowwithdelightedeyes.ThefirsintheHauntedWoodwereallfeatheryandwonderful;thebirchesandwildcherrytreeswereoutlinedinpearl;theplowedfieldswerestretchesofsnowydimples;andtherewasacrisptangintheairthatwasglorious.AnnerandownstairssinginguntilhervoicereechoedthroughGreenGables.

           “MerryChristmas,Marilla!MerryChristmas,Matthew!Isn’titalovelyChristmas?I’msogladit’swhite.AnyotherkindofChristmasdoesn’tseemreal,doesit?Idon’tlikegreenChristmases.They’renotgreen—they’rejustnastyfadedbrownsandgrays.Whatmakespeoplecallthemgreen?Why—why—Matthew,isthatforme?Oh,Matthew!”

           MatthewhadsheepishlyunfoldedthedressfromitspaperswathingsandhelditoutwithadeprecatoryglanceatMarilla,whofeignedtobecontemptuouslyfillingtheteapot,butneverthelesswatchedthesceneoutofthecornerofhereyewitharatherinterestedair.

           Annetookthedressandlookedatitinreverentsilence.Oh,howprettyitwas—alovelysoftbrowngloriawithalltheglossofsilk;askirtwithdaintyfrillsandshirrings;awaistelaboratelypintuckedinthemostfashionableway,withalittleruffleoffilmylaceattheneck.

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