Anne 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 notic ...