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    Chapter VII

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    Anne Says Her Prayers

    When Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly:

    "Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your
    clothes all about the floor when you took them off. That
    is a very untidy habit, and I can't allow it at all. As
    soon as you take off any article of clothing fold it neatly
    and place it on the chair. I haven't any use at all for
    little girls who aren't neat."

    "I was so harrowed up in my mind last night that I didn't
    think about my clothes at all," said Anne. "I'll fold
    them nicely tonight. They always made us do that at the
    asylum. Half the time, though, I'd forget, I'd be in such a
    hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine things."

    "You'll have to remember a little better if you stay here,"
    admonished Marilla. "There, that looks something like.
    Say your prayers now and get into bed."

    "I never say any prayers," announced Anne.

    Marilla looked horrified astonishment.

    "Why, Anne, what do you mean? Were you never taught to
    say your prayers? God always wants little girls to say
    their prayers. Don't you know who God is, Anne?"

    "'God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in
    His being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness,
    and truth,'" responded Anne promptly and glibly.

    Marilla looked rather relieved.

    "So you do know something then, thank goodness! You're
    not quite a heathen. Where did you learn that?"

    "Oh, at the asylum Sunday-school. They made us learn
    the whole catechism. I liked it pretty well. There's
    something splendid about some of the words. 'Infinite,
    eternal and unchangeable.' Isn't that grand? It has such a
    roll to it--just like a big organ playing. You couldn't
    quite call it poetry, I suppose, but it sounds a lot like
    it, doesn't it?"

    "We're not talking about poetry, Anne--we are talking
    about saying your prayers. Don't you know it's a terrible
    wicked thing not to say your prayers every night? I'm
    afraid you are a very bad little girl."

    "You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red
    hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red
    hair don't know what trouble is. Mrs. Thomas told me that
    God made my hair red ON PURPOSE, and I've never cared about
    Him since. And anyhow I'd always be too tired at night
    to bother saying prayers. People who have to look after
    twins can't be expected to say their prayers. Now, do
    you honestly think they can?"

    Marilla decided that Anne's religious training must be
    begun at once. Plainly there was no time to be lost.

    "You must say your prayers while you are under my roof, Anne."

    "Why, of course, if you want me to," assented Anne cheerfully.
    "I'd do anything to oblige you. But you'll have to tell me what
    to say for this once. After I get into bed I'll imagine out a
    real nice prayer to say always. I believe that it will be quite
    interesting, now that I come to think of it."

    "You must kneel down," said Marilla in embarrassment.

    Anne knelt at Marilla's knee and looked up gravely.

    "Why must people kneel down to pray?" If I really wanted
    to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great
    big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd
    look up into the sky--up--up--up--into that lovely blue sky
    that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then
    I'd just FEEL a prayer. Well, I'm ready. What am I to say?"

    Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended
    to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to
    sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings
    of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a
    sense of fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her
    that that simple little prayer, sacred to white-robed
    childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited
    to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing
    bout God's love, since she had never had it translated to
    her through the medium of human love.

    "You're old enough to pray for yourself, Anne," she said
    finally. "Just thank God for your blessings and ask Him
    humbly for the things you want."

    "Well, I'll do my best," promised Anne, burying her face
    in Marilla's lap. "Gracious heavenly Father--that's the
    way the ministers say it in church, so I suppose it's all
    right in private prayer, isn't it?" she interjected, lifting
    her head for a moment.

    "Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White
    Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny
    and the Snow Queen. I'm really extremely grateful for
    them. And that's all the blessings I can think of just
    now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want,
    they're so numerous that it would take a great deal of
    time to name them all so I will only mention the two
    most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables;
    and please let me be good-looking when I grow up.
    I remain,
    "Yours respectfully,
    Anne Shirley.

    "There, did I do all right?" she asked eagerly, getting up.
    "I could have made it much more flowery if I'd had a little
    more time to think it over."

    Poor Marilla was only preserved from complete collapse by
    remembering that it was not irreverence, but simply
    spiritual ignorance on the part of Anne that was responsible
    for this extraordinary petition. She tucked the child up in
    bed, mentally vowing that she should be taught a prayer the
    very next day, and was leaving the room with the light when
    Anne called her back.

    "I've just thought of it now. I should have said, 'Amen' in
    place of 'yours respectfully,' shouldn't I?--the way the
    ministers do. I'd forgotten it, but I felt a prayer should
    be finished off in some way, so I put in the other. Do
    you suppose it will make any difference?"

    "I--I don't suppose it will," said Marilla. "Go to sleep
    now like a good child. Good night."

    "I can only say good night tonight with a clear conscience,"
    said Anne, cuddling luxuriously down among her pillows.

    Marilla retreated to the kitchen, set the candle firmly
    on the table, and glared at Matthew.

    "Matthew Cuthbert, it's about time somebody adopted that
    child and taught her something. She's next door to a
    perfect heathen. Will you believe that she never said a
    prayer in her life till tonight? I'll send her to the manse
    tomorrow and borrow the Peep of the Day series, that's what
    I'll do. And she shall go to Sunday-school just as soon as
    I can get some suitable clothes made for her. I foresee
    that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can't get
    through this world without our share of trouble. I've had
    a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at
    last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it."
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