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Nan watched the clock all the forenoon, seeing the time draw slowly. She never could understand why they laughed becauseshe was always in earnest. Time is kinder than we think, thought Anne. Why, the very road along which she passed would beforever romantic. But then Miss Emmy always wore such pretty dresses. Rilla gazed up piteously, unable to utter a word. She would have hated to be in MissFlorrie Flaggs class