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Gelince Haber VerAnne reveled in the world of color about her. *Oh, Marilla,* she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, *I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. Don’t they give you a thrill—several thrills? I’m going to decorate my room with them.* *Messy things,* said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. *You clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in.*