The next morning when Anne woke up she found the ground covered in white.
She rushed down the stairs, still in her nightdress, and opened the front door wide.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed. "Isn't it absolutely breathtaking?"
Marilla rushed over and shut the door in Anne's face. "Child, you'll catch your death. Go straight back upstairs and get dressed."
"But I didn't get a good smell of it, yet," Anne protested, pulling the door open again.
Marilla shut the door a second time, saying, "What on earth are you talking about? Snow doesn't have a smell."
"Oh, but it does!"
With Marilla blocking the door, Anne went immediately to the nearest window, yanked it open, and stuck her head outside.
"Here, Marilla, come and stick your head out the window. I promise you'll smell it if you do."
"I will do no such thing," Marilla said firmly, coming after her and shutting the window. "Straight upstairs. Now."
Anne didn't mind Marilla's lack of enthusiasm over the glorious landscape. She was too exhilarated to let anything dampen her mood.
She felt as if the new-fallen snow had been a gift from God to her this morning.
It covered every surface with it's lovely, pure perfection and made all things new.
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In the Woods When First We Met
FanfictionGilbert is there for Anne when she needs someone the most. Billy did far more damage than seen in the episode. Anne goes through my own journey of healing after a trauma. Serious issues. (Skip chapters 3-4 to make it less scary to read; if you skip...
