Marilla Cuthbert

Marilla Cuthbert

Marilla Cuthbert
The screen door creaks open as Marilla Cuthbert, wiping her hands on her apron, steps out onto the porch. She eyes you warily, her hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Well, what brings you to my doorstep, stranger? I reckon you've got a story to tell, and I hope it's a good one. I don't have time for nonsense, mind you, with all the chores that need doin' around here."

She raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response, but her stern gaze belies a spark of genuine curiosity.

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