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*I was eleven last March,* said Anne, resigning herself to bald facts with a little sigh. *And I was born in Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia. My father’s name was Walter Shirley, and he was a teacher in the Bolingbroke High School. My mother’s name was Bertha Shirley. Aren’t Walter and Bertha lovely names? I’m so glad my parents had nice names. It would be a real disgrace to have a father named well, say Jedediah, wouldn’t it?*
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Gelince Haber Ver*I was eleven last March,* said Anne, resigning herself to bald facts with a little sigh. *And I was born in Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia. My father’s name was Walter Shirley, and he was a teacher in the Bolingbroke High School. My mother’s name was Bertha Shirley. Aren’t Walter and Bertha lovely names? I’m so glad my parents had nice names. It would be a real disgrace to have a father named well, say Jedediah, wouldn’t it?*
