“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?” lt;img src="https://s3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/dia/kitadagitim/ckeditor_assets/pictures/53/content_1_original_original.jpg" alt="" height="15" width="15" gt;lt;font size="1" color="white"gt;lt;/fontgt;lt;/imggt;