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[avonlea_girl]

The steps heading towards Room 203 aren't as light as they once were, but the laughter and the voices are just as girlish, and it's almost possible to forget the curve to Amy's stomach or the way Anne's hair is coiled so firmly instead of falling in a loose braid

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[kitchen_maid]

"Well," says Amy, laughing more than ever, "I think it was rather wishful thinking on her part, but she certainly appeared to. Oh, Anne, you should have seen her, batting her eyes like, well . . ." Amy demonstates, unable to find words. "And her mother. Oh, her mother was horrible."

[avonlea_girl]

"Did they ever find out you were a kitchen maid at the time?" Her eyes dancing, Anne sits down on the edge of her old bed, and giggles at the thought of the Princess Persephone attempting to set her claws in Perry.

[kitchen_maid]

"Heavens, no," says Amy. "No one knows that except Perry. It would be rather awkward, I think, all told, and you can't have the populace knowing something like that. They're such dreadful snobs, populaces."

It's good to be giggling with Anne again. Amy has missed it.

"I don't really miss it, you know. I mean, I occasionally wish we really were just a kitchen maid and a man-of-all-work . . . and then I remember the lemon cakes."

[avonlea_girl]

"And the other kitchen maids, and Princess Persephone," Anne laughs, and then adds, slyly, "and I remember you saying something about how you couldn't understand what they all saw in the King."