I never can be in the morning . Is n't it a splendid thing that there are mornings ? But I feel very sad . I 've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever . It was a great comfort while it lasted . But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts . '' `` You 'd better get dressed and come down-stairs and never mind your imaginings , '' said Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise . `` Breakfast is waiting . Wash your face and comb your hair . Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the bed . Be as smart as you can . '' Anne could evidently be smart to some purpose for she was down-stairs in ten minutes ' time , with her clothes neatly on , her hair brushed and braided , her face washed , and a comfortable consciousness pervading her soul that she had fulfilled all Marilla 's requirements . As a matter of fact , however , she had forgotten to turn back the bedclothes . `` I 'm pretty hungry this morning , '' she announced as she slipped into the chair Marilla placed for her . `` The world does n't seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night . I 'm so glad it 's a sunshiny morning . But I like rainy mornings real well , too . All sorts of mornings are interesting , do n't you think ? You do n't know what 's going to happen through the day , and there 's so much scope for imagination . But I 'm glad it 's not rainy today because it 's easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day .
I XXXXX that I have a good deal to bear up under .
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