Anne Shirley: Our friendship, it won't ever be the same now. Why can't he just be sensible instead of acting like a sentimental schoolboy?
Marilla: Because he loves you.
Anne Shirley: He loves me? I can't know why.
Marilla: Because you made Josie Pye and Ruby Gillis and all of those wishy-washy young ladies who watzed by him look like spineless nothings.
Anne Shirley: Marilla, he's hardly my idea of a romantic suitor.
Marilla: Anne, you have tricked something out of that imagination of yours that you call romance. Have you forgotten how he gave up Avonlea school for you so that you could stay here with me? He picked you up everyday in his carriage so that you could study your courses together. Don't toss it away for some ridiculous ideal that doesn't exist.
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