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[avonlea_girl]

"Really, Miss Ada, I don't think--" began Anne Shirley, as the door behind her opens and she walked through backwards. In her hands sat an astoundingly plump, incredibly--one might say enthusiastically--embroidered cushion, of the sort which hostesses put on chairs in the hopes that their guests will be more comfortable

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[kitchen_maid]

"What a . . . lovely cushion, Anne," says Amy, tactfully.

The baby she's holding just makes a face at it.

[avonlea_girl]

"It's Miss Ada's," says Anne despairingly, her book (and thankfully not her tea) falling into her lap as she looks up. "She will keep putting them out and then of course they are sat upon--oh!" Her mouth makes an "O" of surprise, and the gray-green eyes have never been wider.

"Why, Amy!"

[kitchen_maid]

"It's . . . very decorated. Who's Miss Ada?"

And then just a brilliant smile.

"Yes, Anne?"

[avonlea_girl]

"Oh."

Anne's eyes grow even bigger, and her hand (which had flown to her mouth in surprise) moves slowly down to her chest.

"Oh, Amy! She's beautiful!"

It's all she can say at the moment, but with luck her senses will come back to her any second now.