Write opinion-based questions about this text: When Matthew reached the station house, there was no sign of any train. He thought he was too early. The long platform was almost des... Write opinion-based questions about this text: When Matthew reached the station house, there was no sign of any train. He thought he was too early. The long platform was almost deserted. The only living creature in sight was a girl who was sitting at the far end. Matthew sidled past her as quickly as possible without looking. She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody. Matthew found the station master locking up the ticket office, and asked him if the five-thirty train would soon be along. ‘The five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago,’ answered the impatient official. ‘But there was a passenger dropped off for you – a little girl. She’s sitting out there. I asked her to go to the ladies’ waiting room, but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside as there was more scope for the imagination. She’s a case, I should say.’ ‘I’m not expecting a girl,’ said Matthew blankly. ‘It’s a boy I’ve come for. He should be here.’ The station master said, ‘Guess there’s some mistake.’ ‘I don’t understand,’ said Matthew, helplessly. ‘Well, you’d better ask the girl,’ said the station master casually. ‘I dare say she’ll be able to explain. She’s got a tongue of her own, that’s for certain!’ The station master walked away, cheerfully, leaving Matthew to speak to the girl – something he was feeling very uncomfortable about. Matthew turned around and shuffled gently down the platform towards her. She had been watching him ever since he had passed her. She was a child of about eleven, dressed in a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish white cloth. She wore a faded brown sailor hat, and beneath the hat were two long braids of very thick red hair. Her face was small, white and thin. Her eyes were large. They were full of spirit and vivacity. Her forehead was broad and full. Most people could see that she was just an ordinary child. But shy, uneasy Matthew Cuthbert saw none of this. Fortunately, for him, he was spared the ordeal of having to speak first. ‘I suppose you are Mr Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?’ she said in a peculiarly clear, sweet voice. ‘My name’s Anne. I’m very glad to see you. I was beginning to be afraid you weren’t coming for me.’ Read more