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CHAPTER I − Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised
M
rs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little
hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source
away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong
brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but
by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well−conducted little stream, for not
even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and
decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a
sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed
anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and
wherefores thereof.
There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their
neighbor's business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those
capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the
bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she «ran»
the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday−school, and was the strongest prop of the Church
Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant
time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting «cotton warp» quilts – she had knitted
sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices – and keeping a
sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond.
Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence
with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill
road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel's all−seeing eye.
She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window
warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky−
white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde – a meek little man whom
Avonlea people called «Rachel Lynde's husband» – was sowing his late turnip seed on the
hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big
red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she
had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair's store over at
Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of
course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about
anything in his whole life.
And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half−past three on the afternoon of a busy day,
placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his
best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the
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buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance.
Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there?
Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that
together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely
went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he
was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he
might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was
something that didn't happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing
of it and her afternoon's enjoyment was spoiled.
«I'll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he's gone
and why,» the worthy woman finally concluded. «He doesn't generally go to town this time
of year and he NEVER visits; if he'd run out of turnip seed he wouldn't dress up and take
the buggy to go for more; he wasn't driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet
something must have happened since last night to start him off. I'm clean puzzled, that's
what, and I won't know a minute's peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken
Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today.»
Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling,
orchard−embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the
road from Lynde's Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew
Cuthbert's father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly
could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his
homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was
to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were
so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place LIVING at all.
«It's just STAYING, that's what,» she said as she stepped along the deep−rutted, grassy
lane bordered with wild rose bushes. «It's no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little
odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren't much company, though dear knows
if they were there'd be enough of them. I'd ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem
contented enough; but then, I suppose, they're used to it. A body can get used to anything,
even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.»
With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very
green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal
willows and the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for
Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that
Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten
a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt.
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Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so.
The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment – or would have been cheerful if it
had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused
parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back
yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of
the bloom white cherry−trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the
hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when
she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and
irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat
now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper.
Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of
everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be
expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were everyday dishes and
there was only crab−apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company
could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew's white collar and the sorrel
mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet,
unmysterious Green Gables.
«Good evening, Rachel,» Marilla said briskly. «This is a real fine evening, isn't it»
Won't you sit down? How are all your folks?"
Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and
always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of – or perhaps
because of – their dissimilarity.
Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed
some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire
hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and
rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which,
if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of
humor.
«We're all pretty well,» said Mrs. Rachel. «I was kind of afraid YOU weren't, though,
when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor's.»
Marilla's lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had
known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her
neighbor's curiosity.
«Oh, no, I'm quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday,» she said. «Matthew
went to Bright River. We're getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and
he's coming on the train tonight.»
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If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from
Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb
for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel
was almost forced to suppose it.
«Are you in earnest, Marilla?» she demanded when voice returned to her.
«Yes, of course,» said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia
were part of the usual spring work on any well−regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an
unheard of innovation.
Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation
points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan
asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at
nothing after this! Nothing!
«What on earth put such a notion into your head?» she demanded disapprovingly.
This had been done without here advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved.
«Well, we've been thinking about it for some time – all winter in fact,» returned Marilla.
«Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going
to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and
Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over
off and on ever since. We thought we'd get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know
– he's sixty – and he isn't so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And
you know how desperate hard it's got to be to get hired help. There's never anybody to be
had but those stupid, half−grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke
into your ways and taught something he's up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At
first Matthew suggested getting a Home boy. But I said `no' flat to that. `They may be all
right – I'm not saying they're not – but no London street Arabs for me,' I said. `Give me a
native born at least. There'll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I'll feel easier in my mind
and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian.' So in the end we decided to ask Mrs.
Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she
was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer's folks at Carmody to bring us a smart,
likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age – old enough to be
of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to
give him a good home and schooling. We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer
today – the mail−man brought it from the station – saying they were coming on the
five−thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will
drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself»
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Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now,
having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news.
«Well, Marilla, I'll just tell you plain that I think you're doing a mighty foolish thing – a
risky thing, that's what. You don't know what you're getting. You're bringing a strange child
into your house and home and you don't know a single thing about him nor what his
disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he's likely to turn out. Why, it
was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a
boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night – set it ON
PURPOSE, Marilla – and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another
case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs – they couldn't break him of it. If you had
asked my advice in the matter – which you didn't do, Marilla – I'd have said for mercy's sake
not to think of such a thing, that's what.»
This Job's comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla. She knitted
steadily on.
«I don't deny there's something in what you say, Rachel. I've had some qualms myself.
But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It's so seldom Matthew sets
his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it's my duty to give in. And as for the
risk, there's risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There's risks in people's
having children of their own if it comes to that – they don't always turn out well. And then
Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn't as if we were getting him from England or the
States. He can't be much different from ourselves.»
«Well, I hope it will turn out all right,» said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated
her painful doubts. «Only don't say I didn't warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts
strychnine in the well – I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum
child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that
instance.»
«Well, we're not getting a girl,» said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely
feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. «I'd never dream of
taking a girl to bring up. I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, SHE
wouldn't shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head.»
Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported
orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she
concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell's and tell the news. It would certainly make a
sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took
herself away, somewhat to Marilla's relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving
under the influence of Mrs. Rachel's pessimism.
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«Well, of all things that ever were or will be!» ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was
safely out in the lane. «It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I'm sorry for that
poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don't know anything about children
and they'll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be's he ever
had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables
somehow; there's never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the
new house was built – if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks
at them. I wouldn't be in that orphan's shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that's what.»
So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she
could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very
moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.
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CHAPTER II − Matthew Cuthbert is surprised
M
atthew Cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to
Bright River. It was a pretty road, running along between snug farmsteads, with now and
again a bit of balsamy fir wood to drive through or a hollow where wild plums hung out
their filmy bloom. The air was sweet with the breath of many apple orchards and the
meadows sloped away in the distance to horizon mists of pearl and purple; while
«The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year.»
Matthew enjoyed the drive after his own fashion, except during the moments when he
met women and had to nod to them – for in Prince Edward island you are supposed to nod to
all and sundry you meet on the road whether you know them or not.
Matthew dreaded all women except Marilla and Mrs. Rachel; he had an uncomfortable
feeling that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him. He may have been quite
right in thinking so, for he was an odd−looking personage, with an ungainly figure and long
iron−gray hair that touched his stooping shoulders, and a full, soft brown beard which he
had worn ever since he was twenty. In fact, he had looked at twenty very much as he looked
at sixty, lacking a little of the grayness.
When he reached Bright River there was no sign of any train; he thought he was too
early, so he tied his horse in the yard of the small Bright River hotel and went over to the
station house. The long platform was almost deserted; the only living creature in sight being
a girl who was sitting on a pile of shingles at the extreme end. Matthew, barely noting that it
WAS a girl, sidled past her as quickly as possible without looking at her. Had he looked he
could hardly have failed to notice the tense rigidity and expectation of her attitude and
expression. She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and, since sitting and
waiting was the only thing to do just then, she sat and waited with all her might and main.
Matthew encountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office preparatory to going
home for supper, 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 that brisk
official. «But there was a passenger dropped off for you – a little girl. She's sitting out there
on the shingles. I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room, but she informed me gravely
that she preferred to stay outside. `There was more scope for imagination,' she said. 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
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here. Mrs. Alexander Spencer was to bring him over from Nova Scotia for me.»
The stationmaster whistled.
«Guess there's some mistake,» he said. «Mrs. Spencer came off the train with that girl
and gave her into my charge. Said you and your sister were adopting her from an orphan
asylum and that you would be along for her presently. That's all I know about it – and I
haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts.»
«I don't understand,» said Matthew helplessly, wishing that Marilla was at hand to cope
with the situation.
«Well, you'd better question the girl,» said the station− master carelessly. «I dare say
she'll be able to explain – she's got a tongue of her own, that's certain. Maybe they were out
of boys of the brand you wanted.»
He walked jauntily away, being hungry, and the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that
which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den – walk up to a girl – a strange girl –
an orphan girl – and demand of her why she wasn't a boy. Matthew groaned in spirit as he
turned about and shuffled gently down the platform towards her.
She had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes on him
now. Matthew was not looking at her and would not have seen what she was really like if he
had been, but an ordinary observer would have seen this: A child of about eleven, garbed in
a very short, very tight, very ugly dress of yellowish−gray wincey. She wore a faded brown
sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids of very thick,
decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was
large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others.
So far, the ordinary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that the chin
was very pointed and pronounced; that the big eyes were full of spirit and vivacity; that the
mouth was sweet−lipped and expressive; that the forehead was broad and full; in short, our
discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no commonplace soul
inhabited the body of this stray woman− child of whom shy Matthew Cuthbert was so
ludicrously afraid.
Matthew, however, was spared the ordeal of speaking first, for as soon as she concluded
that he was coming to her she stood up, grasping with one thin brown hand the handle of a
shabby, old−fashioned carpet−bag; the other she held out to him.
«I suppose you are Mr. Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?» she said in a peculiarly
clear, sweet voice. «I'm very glad to see you. I was beginning to be afraid you weren't
coming for me and I was imagining all the things that might have happened to prevent you. I
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had made up my mind that if you didn't come for me to−night I'd go down the track to that
big wild cherry−tree at the bend, and climb up into it to stay all night. I wouldn't be a bit
afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry−tree all white with bloom in the
moonshine, don't you think? You could imagine you were dwelling in marble halls, couldn't
you? And I was quite sure you would come for me in the morning, if you didn't to−night.»
Matthew had taken the scrawny little hand awkwardly in his; then and there he decided
what to do. He could not tell this child with the glowing eyes that there had been a mistake;
he would take her home and let Marilla do that. She couldn't be left at Bright River anyhow,
no matter what mistake had been made, so all questions and explanations might as well be
deferred until he was safely back at Green Gables.
«I'm sorry I was late,» he said shyly. «Come along. The horse is over in the yard. Give
me your bag.»
«Oh, I can carry it,» the child responded cheerfully. «It isn't heavy. I've got all my
worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy. And if it isn't carried in just a certain way the handle
pulls out – so I'd better keep it because I know the exact knack of it. It's an extremely old
carpet−bag. Oh, I'm very glad you've come, even if it would have been nice to sleep in a
wild cherry−tree. We've got to drive a long piece, haven't we? Mrs. Spencer said it was eight
miles. I'm glad because I love driving. Oh, it seems so wonderful that I'm going to live with
you and belong to you. I've never belonged to anybody – not really. But the asylum was the
worst. I've only been in it four months, but that was enough. I don't suppose you ever were
an orphan in an asylum, so you can't possibly understand what it is like. It's worse than
anything you could imagine. Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I
didn't mean to be wicked. It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it? They were
good, you know – the asylum people. But there is so little scope for the imagination in an
asylum – only just in the other orphans. It was pretty interesting to imagine things about
them – to imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter of a
belted earl, who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse who
died before she could confess. I used to lie awake at nights and imagine things like that,
because I didn't have time in the day. I guess that's why I'm so thin – I AM dreadful thin,
ain't I? There isn't a pick on my bones. I do love to imagine I'm nice and plump, with
dimples in my elbows.»
With this Matthew's companion stopped talking, partly because she was out of breath
and partly because they had reached the buggy. Not another word did she say until they had
left the village and were driving down a steep little hill, the road part of which had been cut
so deeply into the soft soil, that the banks, fringed with blooming wild cherry−trees and slim
white birches, were several feet above their heads.
The child put out her hand and broke off a branch of wild plum that brushed against the
side of the buggy.
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«Isn't that beautiful? What did that tree, leaning out from the bank, all white and lacy,
make you think of?» she asked.
«Well now, I dunno,» said Matthew.
«Why, a bride, of course – a bride all in white with a lovely misty veil. I've never seen
one, but I can imagine what she would look like. I don't ever expect to be a bride myself. I'm
so homely nobody will ever want to marry me – unless it might be a foreign missionary. I
suppose a foreign missionary mightn't be very particular. But I do hope that some day I shall
have a white dress. That is my highest ideal of earthly bliss. I just love pretty clothes. And
I've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember – but of course it's all the more
to look forward to, isn't it? And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously. This
morning when I left the asylum I felt so ashamed because I had to wear this horrid old
wincey dress. All the orphans had to wear them, you know. A merchant in Hopeton last
winter donated three hundred yards of wincey to the asylum. Some people said it was
because he couldn't sell it, but I'd rather believe that it was out of the kindness of his heart,
wouldn't you? When we got on the train I felt as if everybody must be looking at me and
pitying me. But I just went to work and imagined that I had on the most beautiful pale blue
silk dress – because when you ARE imagining you might as well imagine something worth
while – and a big hat all flowers and nodding plumes, and a gold watch, and kid gloves and
boots. I felt cheered up right away and I enjoyed my trip to the Island with all my might. I
wasn't a bit sick coming over in the boat. Neither was Mrs. Spencer although she generally
is. She said she hadn't time to get sick, watching to see that I didn't fall overboard. She said
she never saw the beat of me for prowling about. But if it kept her from being seasick it's a
mercy I did prowl, isn't it? And I wanted to see everything that was to be seen on that boat,
because I didn't know whether I'd ever have another opportunity. Oh, there are a lot more
cherry−trees all in bloom! This Island is the bloomiest place. I just love it already, and I'm
so glad I'm going to live here. I've always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest
place in the world, and I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really expected I
would. It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it? But those red roads are so
funny. When we got into the train at Charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past I
asked Mrs. Spencer what made them red and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not
to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose
I had, too, but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions? And what
DOES make the roads red?»
«Well now, I dunno,» said Matthew.
«Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. Isn't it splendid to think of all the
things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it's such an
interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would
it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there? But am I talking too much?
People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I
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can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.»
Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he
liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not
expect him to keep up his end of it. But he had never expected to enjoy the society of a little
girl. Women were bad enough in all conscience, but little girls were worse. He detested the
way they had of sidling past him timidly, with sidewise glances, as if they expected him to
gobble them up at a mouthful if they ventured to say a word. That was the Avonlea type of
well−bred little girl. But this freckled witch was very different, and although he found it
rather difficult for his slower intelligence to keep up with her brisk mental processes he
thought that he «kind of liked her chatter.» So he said as shyly as usual:
«Oh, you can talk as much as you like. I don't mind.»
«Oh, I'm so glad. I know you and I are going to get along together fine. It's such a relief
to talk when one wants to and not be told that children should be seen and not heard. I've
had that said to me a million times if I have once. And people laugh at me because I use big
words. But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?»
«Well now, that seems reasonable,» said Matthew.
«Mrs. Spencer said that my tongue must be hung in the middle. But it isn't – it's firmly
fastened at one end. Mrs. Spencer said your place was named Green Gables. I asked her all
about it. And she said there were trees all around it. I was gladder than ever. I just love trees.
And there weren't any at all about the asylum, only a few poor weeny−teeny things out in
front with little whitewashed cagey things about them. They just looked like orphans
themselves, those trees did. It used to make me want to cry to look at them. I used to say to
them, `Oh, you POOR little things! If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all
around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far
away and birds singing in you branches, you could grow, couldn't you? But you can't where
you are. I know just exactly how you feel, little trees.' I felt sorry to leave them behind this
morning. You do get so attached to things like that, don't you? Is there a brook anywhere
near Green Gables? I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that.»
«Well now, yes, there's one right below the house.»
«Fancy. It's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook. I never expected I
would, though. Dreams don't often come true, do they? Wouldn't it be nice if they did? But
just now I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy. I can't feel exactly perfectly happy because –
well, what color would you call this?»
She twitched one of her long glossy braids over her thin shoulder and held it up before
Matthew's eyes. Matthew was not used to deciding on the tints of ladies' tresses, but in this
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case there couldn't be much doubt.
«It's red, ain't it?» he said.
The girl let the braid drop back with a sigh that seemed to come from her very toes and
to exhale forth all the sorrows of the ages.
«Yes, it's red,» she said resignedly. «Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy.
Nobody could who has red hair. I don't mind the other things so much – the freckles and the
green eyes and my skinniness. I can imagine them away. I can imagine that I have a
beautiful rose−leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes. But I CANNOT imagine that
red hair away. I do my best. I think to myself, `Now my hair is a glorious black, black as the
raven's wing.' But all the time I KNOW it is just plain red and it breaks my heart. It will be
my lifelong sorrow. I read of a girl once in a novel who had a lifelong sorrow but it wasn't
red hair. Her hair was pure gold rippling back from her alabaster brow. What is an alabaster
brow? I never could find out. Can you tell me?»
«Well now, I'm afraid I can't,» said Matthew, who was getting a little dizzy. He felt as
he had once felt in his rash youth when another boy had enticed him on the merry−go−
round at a picnic.
«Well, whatever it was it must have been something nice because she was divinely
beautiful. Have you ever imagined what it must feel like to be divinely beautiful?»
«Well now, no, I haven't,» confessed Matthew ingenuously.
«I have, often. Which would you rather be if you had the choice – divinely beautiful or
dazzlingly clever or angelically good?»
«Well now, I – I don't know exactly.»
«Neither do I. I can never decide. But it doesn't make much real difference for it isn't
likely I'll ever be either. It's certain I'll never be angelically good. Mrs. Spencer says – oh,
Mr. Cuthbert! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!! Oh, Mr. Cuthbert!!!»
That was not what Mrs. Spencer had said; neither had the child tumbled out of the
buggy nor had Matthew done anything astonishing. They had simply rounded a curve in the
road and found themselves in the «Avenue.»
The «Avenue,» so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five
hundred yards long, completely arched over with huge, wide−spreading apple−trees, planted
years ago by an eccentric old farmer. Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant
bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of
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painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle.
Its beauty seemed to strike the child dumb. She leaned back in the buggy, her thin hands
clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendor above. Even when they
had passed out and were driving down the long slope to Newbridge she never moved or
spoke. Still with rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west, with eyes that saw visions
trooping splendidly across that glowing background. Through Newbridge, a bustling little
village where dogs barked at them and small boys hooted and curious faces peered from the
windows, they drove, still in silence. When three more miles had dropped away behind them
the child had not spoken. She could keep silence, it was evident, as energetically as she
could talk.
«I guess you're feeling pretty tired and hungry,» Matthew ventured to say at last,
accounting for her long visitation of dumbness with the only reason he could think of. «But
we haven't very far to go now – only another mile.»
She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with the dreamy gaze of
a soul that had been wondering afar, star−led.
«Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,» she whispered, «that place we came through – that white place –
what was it?»
«Well now, you must mean the Avenue,» said Matthew after a few moments' profound
reflection. «It is a kind of pretty place.»
«Pretty? Oh, PRETTY doesn't seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They
don't go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful – wonderful. It's the first thing I ever saw that
couldn't be improved upon by imagination. It just satisfies me here» – she put one hand on
her breast – «it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. Did you ever have
an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?»
«Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had.»
«I have it lots of time – whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn't
call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call
it – let me see – the White Way of Delight. Isn't that a nice imaginative name? When I don't
like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them
so. There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, but I always imagined
her as Rosalia DeVere. Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call
it the White Way of Delight. Have we really only another mile to go before we get home?
I'm glad and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I'm always
sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can
never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter. That has been my experience
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anyhow. But I'm glad to think of getting home. You see, I've never had a real home since I
can remember. It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly
home. Oh, isn't that pretty!»
They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond, looking almost like a
river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower
end, where an amber−hued belt of sand−hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the
water was a glory of many shifting hues – the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and
ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found. Above
the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly
translucent in their wavering shadows. Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank
like a white−clad girl tip−toeing to her own reflection. From the marsh at the head of the
pond came the clear, mournfully−sweet chorus of the frogs. There was a little gray house
peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and, although it was not yet quite
dark, a light was shining from one of its windows.
«That's Barry's pond,» said Matthew.
«Oh, I don't like that name, either. I shall call it – let me see – the Lake of Shining
Waters. Yes, that is the right name for it. I know because of the thrill. When I hit on a name
that suits exactly it gives me a thrill. Do things ever give you a thrill?»
Matthew ruminated.
«Well now, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that
spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them.»
«Oh, I don't think that can be exactly the same kind of a thrill. Do you think it can?
There doesn't seem to be much connection between grubs and lakes of shining waters, does
there? But why do other people call it Barry's pond?»
«I reckon because Mr. Barry lives up there in that house. Orchard Slope's the name of
his place. If it wasn't for that big bush behind it you could see Green Gables from here. But
we have to go over the bridge and round by the road, so it's near half a mile further.»
«Has Mr. Barry any little girls? Well, not so very little either – about my size.»
«He's got one about eleven. Her name is Diana.»
«Oh!» with a long indrawing of breath. «What a perfectly lovely name!»
«Well now, I dunno. There's something dreadful heathenish about it, seems to me. I'd
ruther Jane or Mary or some sensible name like that. But when Diana was born there was a
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schoolmaster boarding there and they gave him the naming of her and he called her Diana.»
«I wish there had been a schoolmaster like that around when I was born, then. Oh, here
we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I'm always afraid going over bridges. I
can't help imagining that perhaps just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a
jack−knife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when I
think we're getting near the middle. Because, you see, if the bridge DID crumple up I'd want
to SEE it crumple. What a jolly rumble it makes! I always like the rumble part of it. Isn't it
splendid there are so many things to like in this world? There we're over. Now I'll look back.
Good night, dear Lake of Shining Waters. I always say good night to the things I love, just
as I would to people I think they like it. That water looks as if it was smiling at me.»
When they had driven up the further hill and around a corner Matthew said:
«We're pretty near home now. That's Green Gables over – »
«Oh, don't tell me,» she interrupted breathlessly, catching at his partially raised arm and
shutting her eyes that she might not see his gesture. «Let me guess. I'm sure I'll guess right.»
She opened her eyes and looked about her. They were on the crest of a hill. The sun had
set some time since, but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. To the west a
dark church spire rose up against a marigold sky. Below was a little valley and beyond a
long, gently−rising slope with snug farmsteads scattered along it. From one to another the
child's eyes darted, eager and wistful. At last they lingered on one away to the left, far back
from the road, dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods.
Over it, in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal−white star was shining like a lamp of
guidance and promise.
«That's it, isn't it?» she said, pointing.
Matthew slapped the reins on the sorrel's back delightedly.
«Well now, you've guessed it! But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so's you could
tell.»
«No, she didn't – really she didn't. All she said might just as well have been about most
of those other places. I hadn't any real idea what it looked like. But just as soon as I saw it I
felt it was home. Oh, it seems as if I must be in a dream. Do you know, my arm must be
black and blue from the elbow up, for I've pinched myself so many times today. Every little
while a horrible sickening feeling would come over me and I'd be so afraid it was all a
dream. Then I'd pinch myself to see if it was real – until suddenly I remembered that even
supposing it was only a dream I'd better go on dreaming as long as I could; so I stopped
pinching. But it IS real and we're nearly home.»
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With a sigh of rapture she relapsed into silence. Matthew stirred uneasily. He felt glad
that it would be Marilla and not he who would have to tell this waif of the world that the
home she longed for was not to be hers after all. They drove over Lynde's Hollow, where it
was already quite dark, but not so dark that Mrs. Rachel could not see them from her
window vantage, and up the hill and into the long lane of Green Gables. By the time they
arrived at the house Matthew was shrinking from the approaching revelation with an energy
he did not understand. It was not of Marilla or himself he was thinking of the trouble this
mistake was probably going to make for them, but of the child's disappointment. When he
thought of that rapt light being quenched in her eyes he had an uncomfortable feeling that he
was going to assist at murdering something – much the same feeling that came over him
when he had to kill a lamb or calf or any other innocent little creature.
The yard was quite dark as they turned into it and the poplar leaves were rustling silkily
all round it.
«Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,» she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground.
«What nice dreams they must have!»
Then, holding tightly to the carpet−bag which contained «all her worldly goods,» she
followed him into the house.
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CHAPTER III − Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised
M
arilla came briskly forward as Matthew opened the door. But when her eyes fell of
the odd little figure in the stiff, ugly dress, with the long braids of red hair and the eager,
luminous eyes, she stopped short in amazement.
«Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?» she ejaculated. «Where is the boy?»
«There wasn't any boy,» said Matthew wretchedly. «There was only HER.»
He nodded at the child, remembering that he had never even asked her name.
«No boy! But there MUST have been a boy,» insisted Marilla. «We sent word to Mrs.
Spencer to bring a boy.»
«Well, she didn't. She brought HER. I asked the station− master. And I had to bring her
home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in.»
«Well, this is a pretty piece of business!» ejaculated Marilla.
During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the
other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full
meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet−bag she sprang forward a step
and clasped her hands.
«You don't want me!» she cried. «You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might
have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to
last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst
into tears!»
Burst into tears she did. Sitting down on a chair by the table, flinging her arms out upon
it, and burying her face in them, she proceeded to cry stormily. Marilla and Matthew looked
at each other deprecatingly across the stove. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Finally
Marilla stepped lamely into the breach.
«Well, well, there's no need to cry so about it.»
«Yes, there IS need!» The child raised her head quickly, revealing a tear−stained face
and trembling lips. «YOU would cry, too, if you were an orphan and had come to a place
you thought was going to be home and found that they didn't want you because you weren't
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a boy. Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!»
Something like a reluctant smile, rather rusty from long disuse, mellowed Marilla's grim
expression.
«Well, don't cry any more. We're not going to turn you out− of−doors to−night. You'll
have to stay here until we investigate this affair. What's your name?»
The child hesitated for a moment.
«Will you please call me Cordelia?» she said eagerly.
«CALL you Cordelia? Is that your name?»
«No−o−o, it's not exactly my name, but I would love to be called Cordelia. It's such a
perfectly elegant name.»
«I don't know what on earth you mean. If Cordelia isn't your name, what is?»
«Anne Shirley,» reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name, «but, oh, please do
call me Cordelia. It can't matter much to you what you call me if I'm only going to be here a
little while, can it? And Anne is such an unromantic name.»
«Unromantic fiddlesticks!» said the unsympathetic Marilla. «Anne is a real good plain
sensible name. You've no need to be ashamed of it.»
«Oh, I'm not ashamed of it,» explained Anne, «only I like Cordelia better. I've always
imagined that my name was Cordelia – at least, I always have of late years. When I was
young I used to imagine it was Geraldine, but I like Cordelia better now. But if you call me
Anne please call me Anne spelled with an E.»
«What difference does it make how it's spelled?» asked Marilla with another rusty smile
as she picked up the teapot.
«Oh, it makes SUCH a difference. It LOOKS so much nicer. When you hear a name
pronounced can't you always see it in your mind, just as if it was printed out? I can; and
A−n−n looks dreadful, but A−n−n−e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll only call
me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.»
«Very well, then, Anne spelled with an E, can you tell us how this mistake came to be
made? We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring us a boy. Were there no boys at the asylum?»
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«Oh, yes, there was an abundance of them. But Mrs. Spencer said DISTINCTLY that
you wanted a girl about eleven years old. And the matron said she thought I would do. You
don't know how delighted I was. I couldn't sleep all last night for joy. Oh,» she added
reproachfully, turning to Matthew, «why didn't you tell me at the station that you didn't want
me and leave me there? If I hadn't seen the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining
Waters it wouldn't be so hard.»
«What on earth does she mean?» demanded Marilla, staring at Matthew.
«She – she's just referring to some conversation we had on the road,» said Matthew
hastily. «I'm going out to put the mare in, Marilla. Have tea ready when I come back.»
«Did Mrs. Spencer bring anybody over besides you?» continued Marilla when Matthew
had gone out.
«She brought Lily Jones for herself. Lily is only five years old and she is very beautiful
and had nut−brown hair. If I was very beautiful and had nut−brown hair would you keep
me?»
«No. We want a boy to help Matthew on the farm. A girl would be of no use to us. Take
off your hat. I'll lay it and your bag on the hall table.»
Anne took off her hat meekly. Matthew came back presently and they sat down to
supper. But Anne could not eat. In vain she nibbled at the bread and butter and pecked at the
crab−apple preserve out of the little scalloped glass dish by her plate. She did not really
make any headway at all.
«You're not eating anything,» said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious
shortcoming. Anne sighed.
«I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of
despair?»
«I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say,» responded Marilla.
«Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?»
«No, I didn't.»
«Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable feeling
indeed. When you try to eat a lump comes right up in your throat and you can't swallow
anything, not even if it was a chocolate caramel. I had one chocolate caramel once two years
ago and it was simply delicious. I've often dreamed since then that I had a lot of chocolate
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caramels, but I always wake up just when I'm going to eat them. I do hope you won't be
offended because I can't eat. Everything is extremely nice, but still I cannot eat.»
«I guess she's tired,» said Matthew, who hadn't spoken since his return from the barn.
«Best put her to bed, Marilla.»
Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed. She had prepared a
couch in the kitchen chamber for the desired and expected boy. But, although it was neat
and clean, it did not seem quite the thing to put a girl there somehow. But the spare room
was out of the question for such a stray waif, so there remained only the east gable room.
Marilla lighted a candle and told Anne to follow her, which Anne spiritlessly did, taking her
hat and carpet−bag from the hall table as she passed. The hall was fearsomely clean; the
little gable chamber in which she presently found herself seemed still cleaner.
Marilla set the candle on a three−legged, three−cornered table and turned down the
bedclothes.
«I suppose you have a nightgown?» she questioned.
Anne nodded.
«Yes, I have two. The matron of the asylum made them for me. They're fearfully
skimpy. There is never enough to go around in an asylum, so things are always skimpy – at
least in a poor asylum like ours. I hate skimpy night−dresses. But one can dream just as well
in them as in lovely trailing ones, with frills around the neck, that's one consolation.»
«Well, undress as quick as you can and go to bed. I'll come back in a few minutes for
the candle. I daren't trust you to put it out yourself. You'd likely set the place on fire.»
When Marilla had gone Anne looked around her wistfully. The whitewashed walls were
so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness. The
floor was bare, too, except for a round braided mat in the middle such as Anne had never
seen before. In one corner was the bed, a high, old−fashioned one, with four dark, low−
turned posts. In the other corner was the aforesaid three− corner table adorned with a fat, red
velvet pin−cushion hard enough to turn the point of the most adventurous pin. Above it hung
a little six−by−eight mirror. Midway between table and bed was the window, with an icy
white muslin frill over it, and opposite it was the wash−stand. The whole apartment was of a
rigidity not to be described in words, but which sent a shiver to the very marrow of Anne's
bones. With a sob she hastily discarded her garments, put on the skimpy nightgown and
sprang into bed where she burrowed face downward into the pillow and pulled the clothes
over her head. When Marilla came up for the light various skimpy articles of raiment
scattered most untidily over the floor and a certain tempestuous appearance of the bed were
the only indications of any presence save her own.
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She deliberately picked up Anne's clothes, placed them neatly on a prim yellow chair,
and then, taking up the candle, went over to the bed.
«Good night,» she said, a little awkwardly, but not unkindly.
Anne's white face and big eyes appeared over the bedclothes with a startling
suddenness.
«How can you call it a GOOD night when you know it must be the very worst night I've
ever had?» she said reproachfully.
Then she dived down into invisibility again.
Marilla went slowly down to the kitchen and proceeded to wash the supper dishes.
Matthew was smoking – a sure sign of perturbation of mind. He seldom smoked, for Marilla
set her face against it as a filthy habit; but at certain times and seasons he felt driven to it and
them Marilla winked at the practice, realizing that a mere man must have some vent for his
emotions.
«Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish,» she said wrathfully. «This is what comes of
sending word instead of going ourselves. Richard Spencer's folks have twisted that message
somehow. One of us will have to drive over and see Mrs. Spencer tomorrow, that's certain.
This girl will have to be sent back to the asylum.»
«Yes, I suppose so,» said Matthew reluctantly.
«You SUPPOSE so! Don't you know it?»
«Well now, she's a real nice little thing, Marilla. It's kind of a pity to send her back
when she's so set on staying here.»
«Matthew Cuthbert, you don't mean to say you think we ought to keep her!»
Marilla's astonishment could not have been greater if Matthew had expressed a
predilection for standing on his head.
«Well, now, no, I suppose not – not exactly,» stammered Matthew, uncomfortably
driven into a corner for his precise meaning. «I suppose – we could hardly be expected to
keep her.»
«I should say not. What good would she be to us?»
«We might be some good to her,» said Matthew suddenly and unexpectedly.
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«Matthew Cuthbert, I believe that child has bewitched you! I can see as plain as plain
that you want to keep her.»
«Well now, she's a real interesting little thing,» persisted Matthew. «You should have
heard her talk coming from the station.»
«Oh, she can talk fast enough. I saw that at once. It's nothing in her favour, either. I
don't like children who have so much to say. I don't want an orphan girl and if I did she isn't
the style I'd pick out. There's something I don't understand about her. No, she's got to be
despatched straight−way back to where she came from.»
«I could hire a French boy to help me,» said Matthew, «and she'd be company for you.»
«I'm not suffering for company,» said Marilla shortly. «And I'm not going to keep her.»
«Well now, it's just as you say, of course, Marilla,» said Matthew rising and putting his
pipe away. «I'm going to bed.»
To bed went Matthew. And to bed, when she had put her dishes away, went Marilla,
frowning most resolutely. And up−stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart−hungry, friendless
child cried herself to sleep.
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CHAPTER IV − Morning at Green Gables
I
t was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the
window through which a flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which
something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky.
For a moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as
something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and they
didn't want her because she wasn't a boy!
But it was morning and, yes, it was a cherry−tree in full bloom outside of her window.
With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor. She pushed up the sash – it went up
stiffly and creakily, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time, which was the case; and it
stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up.
Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning, her eyes glistening
with delight. Oh, wasn't it beautiful? Wasn't it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn't really
going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here.
A huge cherry−tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and
it was so thick−set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the
house was a big orchard, one of apple−trees and one of cherry−trees, also showered over
with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were
lilac−trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on
the morning wind.
Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the
brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth
suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally.
Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the
gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining
Waters was visible.
Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low−sloping
fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea.
Anne's beauty−loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had
looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything
she had ever dreamed.
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She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she was startled
by a hand on her shoulder. Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer.
«It's time you were dressed,» she said curtly.
Marilla really did not know how to talk to the child, and her uncomfortable ignorance
made her crisp and curt when she did not mean to be.
Anne stood up and drew a long breath.
«Oh, isn't it wonderful?» she said, waving her hand comprehensively at the good world
outside.
«It's a big tree,» said Marilla, «and it blooms great, but the fruit don't amount to much
never – small and wormy.»
«Oh, I don't mean just the tree; of course it's lovely – yes, it's RADIANTLY lovely – it
blooms as if it meant it – but I meant everything, the garden and the orchard and the brook
and the woods, the whole big dear world. Don't you feel as if you just loved the world on a
morning like this? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here. Have you ever
noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They're always laughing. Even in winter−time I've
heard them under the ice. I'm so glad there's a brook near Green Gables. Perhaps you think it
doesn't make any difference to me when you're not going to keep me, but it does. I shall
always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again. If
there wasn't a brook I'd be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be
one. I'm not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn't it a
splendid thing that there are mornings? But I feel very sad. I've just been imagining that it
was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a
great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when
you have to stop and that hurts.»
«You'd better get dressed and come down−stairs and never mind your imaginings,» said
Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise. «Breakfast is waiting. Wash your face
and comb your hair. Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the
bed. Be as smart as you can.»
Anne could evidently be smart so some purpose for she was down−stairs in ten minutes'
time, with her clothes neatly on, her hair brushed and braided, her face washed, and a
comfortable consciousness pervading her soul that she had fulfilled all Marilla's
requirements. As a matter of fact, however, she had forgotten to turn back the bedclothes.
«I'm pretty hungry this morning,» she announced as she slipped into the chair Marilla
placed for her. «The world doesn't seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night. I'm so
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glad it's a sunshiny morning. But I like rainy mornings real well, too. All sorts of mornings
are interesting, don't you think? You don't know what's going to happen through the day,
and there's so much scope for imagination. But I'm glad it's not rainy today because it's
easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day. I feel that I have a good
deal to bear up under. It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living
through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?»
«For pity's sake hold your tongue,» said Marilla. «You talk entirely too much for a little
girl.»
Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued
silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural.
Matthew also held his tongue, – but this was natural, – so that the meal was a very silent
one.
As it progressed Anne became more and more abstracted, eating mechanically, with her
big eyes fixed unswervingly and unseeingly on the sky outside the window. This made
Marilla more nervous than ever; she had an uncomfortable feeling that while this odd child's
body might be there at the table her spirit was far away in some remote airy cloudland,
borne aloft on the wings of imagination. Who would want such a child about the place?
Yet Matthew wished to keep her, of all unaccountable things! Marilla felt that he
wanted it just as much this morning as he had the night before, and that he would go on
wanting it. That was Matthew's way – take a whim into his head and cling to it with the most
amazing silent persistency – a persistency ten times more potent and effectual in its very
silence than if he had talked it out.
When the meal was ended Anne came out of her reverie and offered to wash the dishes.
«Can you wash dishes right?» asked Marilla distrustfully.
«Pretty well. I'm better at looking after children, though. I've had so much experience at
that. It's such a pity you haven't any here for me to look after.»
«I don't feel as if I wanted any more children to look after than I've got at present.
YOU'RE problem enough in all conscience. What's to be done with you I don't know.
Matthew is a most ridiculous man.»
«I think he's lovely,» said Anne reproachfully. «He is so very sympathetic. He didn't
mind how much I talked – he seemed to like it. I felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as
ever I saw him.»
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«You're both queer enough, if that's what you mean by kindred spirits,» said Marilla
with a sniff. «Yes, you may wash the dishes. Take plenty of hot water, and be sure you dry
them well. I've got enough to attend to this morning for I'll have to drive over to White
Sands in the afternoon and see Mrs. Spencer. You'll come with me and we'll settle what's to
be done with you. After you've finished the dishes go up−stairs and make your bed.»
Anne washed the dishes deftly enough, as Marilla who kept a sharp eye on the process,
discerned. Later on she made her bed less successfully, for she had never learned the art of
wrestling with a feather tick. But is was done somehow and smoothed down; and then
Marilla, to get rid of her, told her she might go out−of−doors and amuse herself until dinner
time.
Anne flew to the door, face alight, eyes glowing. On the very threshold she stopped
short, wheeled about, came back and sat down by the table, light and glow as effectually
blotted out as if some one had clapped an extinguisher on her.
«What's the matter now?» demanded Marilla.
«I don't dare go out,» said Anne, in the tone of a martyr relinquishing all earthly joys.
«If I can't stay here there is no use in my loving Green Gables. And if I go out there and get
acquainted with all those trees and flowers and the orchard and the brook I'll not be able to
help loving it. It's hard enough now, so I won't make it any harder. I want to go out so much
– everything seems to be calling to me, `Anne, Anne, come out to us. Anne, Anne, we want
a playmate' – but it's better not. There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from
them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it? That was why I was so
glad when I thought I was going to live here. I thought I'd have so many things to love and
nothing to hinder me. But that brief dream is over. I am resigned to my fate now, so I don't
think I'll go out for fear I'll get unresigned again. What is the name of that geranium on the
window−sill, please?»
«That's the apple−scented geranium.»
«Oh, I don't mean that sort of a name. I mean just a name you gave it yourself. Didn't
you give it a name? May I give it one then? May I call it – let me see – Bonny would do –
may I call it Bonny while I'm here? Oh, do let me!»
«Goodness, I don't care. But where on earth is the sense of naming a geranium?»
«Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums. It makes them seem
more like people. How do you know but that it hurts a geranium's feelings just to be called a
geranium and nothing else? You wouldn't like to be called nothing but a woman all the time.
Yes, I shall call it Bonny. I named that cherry−tree outside my bedroom window this
morning. I called it Snow Queen because it was so white. Of course, it won't always be in
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blossom, but one can imagine that it is, can't one?»
«I never in all my life say or heard anything to equal her,» muttered Marilla, beating a
retreat down to the cellar after potatoes. «She is kind of interesting as Matthew says. I can
feel already that I'm wondering what on earth she'll say next. She'll be casting a spell over
me, too. She's cast it over Matthew. That look he gave me when he went out said everything
he said or hinted last night over again. I wish he was like other men and would talk things
out. A body could answer back then and argue him into reason. But what's to be done with a
man who just LOOKS?»
Anne had relapsed into reverie, with her chin in her hands and her eyes on the sky,
when Marilla returned from her cellar pilgrimage. There Marilla left her until the early
dinner was on the table.
«I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon, Matthew?» said Marilla.
Matthew nodded and looked wistfully at Anne. Marilla intercepted the look and said
grimly:
«I'm going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing. I'll take Anne with me and
Mrs. Spencer will probably make arrangements to send her back to Nova Scotia at once. I'll
set your tea out for you and I'll be home in time to milk the cows.»
Still Matthew said nothing and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath.
There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back – unless it is a woman
who won't.
Matthew hitched the sorrel into the buggy in due time and Marilla and Anne set off.
Matthew opened the yard gate for them and as they drove slowly through, he said, to nobody
in particular as it seemed:
«Little Jerry Buote from the Creek was here this morning, and I told him I guessed I'd
hire him for the summer.»
Marilla made no reply, but she hit the unlucky sorrel such a vicious clip with the whip
that the fat mare, unused to such treatment, whizzed indignantly down the lane at an
alarming pace. Marilla looked back once as the buggy bounced along and saw that
aggravating Matthew leaning over the gate, looking wistfully after them.
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CHAPTER V − Anne's History
«D
o you know,» said Anne confidentially, «I've made up my mind to enjoy this drive.
It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind
firmly that you will. Of course, you must make it up FIRMLY. I am not going to think
about going back to the asylum while we're having our drive. I'm just going to think about
the drive. Oh, look, there's one little early wild rose out! Isn't it lovely? Don't you think it
must be glad to be a rose? Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us
such lovely things. And isn't pink the most bewitching color in the world? I love it, but I
can't wear it. Redheaded people can't wear pink, not even in imagination. Did you ever know
of anybody whose hair was red when she was young, but got to be another color when she
grew up?»
«No, I don't know as I ever did,» said Marilla mercilessly, «and I shouldn't think it
likely to happen in your case either.»
Anne sighed.
«Well, that is another hope gone. `My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's
a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm
disappointed in anything.»
«I don't see where the comforting comes in myself,» said Marilla.
«Why, because it sounds so nice and romantic, just as if I were a heroine in a book, you
know. I am so fond of romantic things, and a graveyard full of buried hopes is about as
romantic a thing as one can imagine isn't it? I'm rather glad I have one. Are we going across
the Lake of Shining Waters today?»
«We're not going over Barry's pond, if that's what you mean by your Lake of Shining
Waters. We're going by the shore road.»
«Shore road sounds nice,» said Anne dreamily. «Is it as nice as it sounds? Just when
you said `shore road' I saw it in a picture in my mind, as quick as that! And White Sands is a
pretty name, too; but I don't like it as well as Avonlea. Avonlea is a lovely name. It just
sounds like music. How far is it to White Sands?»
«It's five miles; and as you're evidently bent on talking you might as well talk to some
purpose by telling me what you know about yourself.»
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«Oh, what I KNOW about myself isn't really worth telling,» said Anne eagerly. «If
you'll only let me tell you what I IMAGINE about myself you'll think it ever so much more
interesting.»
«No, I don't want any of your imaginings. Just you stick to bald facts. Begin at the
beginning. Where were you born and how old are you?»
«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?»
«I guess it doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself,» said
Marilla, feeling herself called upon to inculcate a good and useful moral.
«Well, I don't know.» Anne looked thoughtful. "I read in a book once that a rose by any
other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose
WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage. I suppose my father could
have been a good man even if he had been called Jedediah; but I'm sure it would have been a
cross. Well, my mother was a teacher in the High school, too, but when she married father
she gave up teaching, of course. A husband was enough responsibility. Mrs. Thomas said
that they were a pair of babies and as poor as church mice. They went to live in a
weeny−teeny little yellow house in Bolingbroke. I've never seen that house, but I've
imagined it thousands of times. I think it must have had honeysuckle over the parlor window
and lilacs in the front yard and lilies of the valley just inside the gate. Yes, and muslin
curtains in all the windows. Muslin curtains give a house such an air. I was born in that
house. Mrs. Thomas said I was the homeliest baby she ever saw, I was so scrawny and tiny
and nothing but eyes, but that mother thought I was perfectly beautiful. I should think a
mother would be a better judge than a poor woman who came in to scrub, wouldn't you? I'm
glad she was satisfied with me anyhow, I would feel so sad if I thought I was a
disappointment to her – because she didn't live very long after that, you see. She died of
fever when I was just three months old. I do wish she'd lived long enough for me to
remember calling her mother. I think it would be so sweet to say `mother,' don't you? And
father died four days afterwards from fever too. That left me an orphan and folks were at
their wits' end, so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me. You see, nobody wanted me even
then. It seems to be my fate. Father and mother had both come from places far away and it
was well known they hadn't any relatives living. Finally Mrs. Thomas said she'd take me,
though she was poor and had a drunken husband. She brought me up by hand. Do you know
if there is anything in being brought up by hand that ought to make people who are brought
up that way better than other people? Because whenever I was naughty Mrs. Thomas would
ask me how I could be such a bad girl when she had brought me up by hand –
reproachful−like.
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"Mr. and Mrs. Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville, and I lived with
them until I was eight years old. I helped look after the Thomas children – there were four of
them younger than me – and I can tell you they took a lot of looking after. Then Mr. Thomas
was killed falling under a train and his mother offered to take Mrs. Thomas and the children,
but she didn't want me. Mrs. Thomas was at HER wits' end, so she said, what to do with me.
Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river came down and said she'd take me, seeing I was
handy with children, and I went up the river to live with her in a little clearing among the
stumps. It was a very lonesome place. I'm sure I could never have lived there if I hadn't had
an imagination. Mr. Hammond worked a little sawmill up there, and Mrs. Hammond had
eight children. She had twins three times. I like babies in moderation, but twins three times
in succession is TOO MUCH. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came. I
used to get so dreadfully tired carrying them about.
«I lived up river with Mrs. Hammond over two years, and then Mr. Hammond died and
Mrs. Hammond broke up housekeeping. She divided her children among her relatives and
went to the States. I had to go to the asylum at Hopeton, because nobody would take me.
They didn't want me at the asylum, either; they said they were over− crowded as it was. But
they had to take me and I was there four months until Mrs. Spencer came.»
Anne finished up with another sigh, of relief this time. Evidently she did not like talking
about her experiences in a world that had not wanted her.
«Did you ever go to school?» demanded Marilla, turning the sorrel mare down the shore
road.
«Not a great deal. I went a little the last year I stayed with Mrs. Thomas. When I went
up river we were so far from a school that I couldn't walk it in winter and there was a
vacation in summer, so I could only go in the spring and fall. But of course I went while I
was at the asylum. I can read pretty well and I know ever so many pieces of poetry off by
heart – `The Battle of Hohenlinden' and `Edinburgh after Flodden,' and `Bingen of the
Rhine,' and lost of the `Lady of the Lake' and most of `The Seasons' by James Thompson.
Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back? There is
a piece in the Fifth Reader – `The Downfall of Poland' – that is just full of thrills. Of course,
I wasn't in the Fifth Reader – I was only in the Fourth – but the big girls used to lend me
theirs to read.»
«Were those women – Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond – good to you?» asked
Marilla, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye.
«O−o−o−h,» faltered Anne. Her sensitive little face suddenly flushed scarlet and
embarrassment sat on her brow. «Oh, they MEANT to be – I know they meant to be just as
good and kind as possible. And when people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very
much when they're not quite – always. They had a good deal to worry them, you know. It's
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very trying to have a drunken husband, you see; and it must be very trying to have twins
three times in succession, don't you think? But I feel sure they meant to be good to me.»
Marilla asked no more questions. Anne gave herself up to a silent rapture over the shore
road and Marilla guided the sorrel abstractedly while she pondered deeply. Pity was
suddenly stirring in her heart for the child. What a starved, unloved life she had had – a life
of drudgery and poverty and neglect; for Marilla was shrewd enough to read between the
lines of Anne's history and divine the truth. No wonder she had been so delighted at the
prospect of a real home. It was a pity she had to be sent back. What if she, Marilla, should
indulge Matthew's unaccountable whim and let her stay? He was set on it; and the child
seemed a nice, teachable little thing.
«She's got too much to say,» thought Marilla, «but she might be trained out of that. And
there's nothing rude or slangy in what she does say. She's ladylike. It's likely her people were
nice folks.»
The shore road was «woodsy and wild and lonesome.» On the right hand, scrub firs,
their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly. On the
left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less
steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her. Down at the
base of the cliffs were heaps of surf−worn rocks or little sandy coves inlaid with pebbles as
with ocean jewels; beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls,
their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.
«Isn't the sea wonderful?» said Anne, rousing from a long, wide−eyed silence. «Once,
when I lived in Marysville, Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon and took us all to spend the
day at the shore ten miles away. I enjoyed every moment of that day, even if I had to look
after the children all the time. I lived it over in happy dreams for years. But this shore is
nicer than the Marysville shore. Aren't those gulls splendid? Would you like to be a gull? I
think I would – that is, if I couldn't be a human girl. Don't you think it would be nice to
wake up at sunrise and swoop down over the water and away out over that lovely blue all
day; and then at night to fly back to one's nest? Oh, I can just imagine myself doing it. What
big house is that just ahead, please?»
«That's the White Sands Hotel. Mr. Kirke runs it, but the season hasn't begun yet. There
are heaps of Americans come there for the summer. They think this shore is just about
right.»
«I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer's place,» said Anne mournfully. «I don't want to
get there. Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything.»
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G
et there they did, however, in due season. Mrs. Spencer lived in a big yellow house at
White Sands Cove, and she came to the door with surprise and welcome mingled on her
benevolent face.
«Dear, dear,» she exclaimed, «you're the last folks I was looking for today, but I'm real
glad to see you. You'll put your horse in? And how are you, Anne?»
«I'm as well as can be expected, thank you,» said Anne smilelessly. A blight seemed to
have descended on her.
«I suppose we'll stay a little while to rest the mare,» said Marilla, «but I promised
Matthew I'd be home early. The fact is, Mrs. Spencer, there's been a queer mistake
somewhere, and I've come over to see where it is. We send word, Matthew and I, for you to
bring us a boy from the asylum. We told your brother Robert to tell you we wanted a boy ten
or eleven years old.»
«Marilla Cuthbert, you don't say so!» said Mrs. Spencer in distress. «Why, Robert sent
word down by his daughter Nancy and she said you wanted a girl – didn't she Flora Jane?»
appealing to her daughter who had come out to the steps.
«She certainly did, Miss Cuthbert,» corroborated Flora Jane earnestly.
I'm dreadful sorry,« said Mrs. Spencer. »It's too bad; but it certainly wasn't my fault,
you see, Miss Cuthbert. I did the best I could and I thought I was following your
instructions. Nancy is a terrible flighty thing. I've often had to scold her well for her
heedlessness."
«It was our own fault,» said Marilla resignedly. «We should have come to you
ourselves and not left an important message to be passed along by word of mouth in that
fashion. Anyhow, the mistake has been made and the only thing to do is to set it right. Can
we send the child back to the asylum? I suppose they'll take her back, won't they?»
«I suppose so,» said Mrs. Spencer thoughtfully, «but I don't think it will be necessary to
send her back. Mrs. Peter Blewett was up here yesterday, and she was saying to me how
much she wished she'd sent by me for a little girl to help her. Mrs. Peter has a large family,
you know, and she finds it hard to get help. Anne will be the very girl for you. I call it
positively providential.»
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Marilla did not look as if she thought Providence had much to do with the matter. Here
was an unexpectedly good chance to get this unwelcome orphan off her hands, and she did
not even feel grateful for it.
She knew Mrs. Peter Blewett only by sight as a small, shrewish−faced woman without
an ounce of superfluous flesh on her bones. But she had heard of her. «A terrible worker and
driver,» Mrs. Peter was said to be; and discharged servant girls told fearsome tales of her
temper and stinginess, and her family of pert, quarrelsome children. Marilla felt a qualm of
conscience at the thought of handing Anne over to her tender mercies.
«Well, I'll go in and we'll talk the matter over,» she said.
«And if there isn't Mrs. Peter coming up the lane this blessed minute!» exclaimed Mrs.
Spencer, bustling her guests through the hall into the parlor, where a deadly chill struck on
them as if the air had been strained so long through dark green, closely drawn blinds that it
had lost every particle of warmth it had ever possessed. «That is real lucky, for we can settle
the matter right away. Take the armchair, Miss Cuthbert. Anne, you sit here on the ottoman
and don't wiggle. Let me take your hats. Flora Jane, go out and put the kettle on. Good
afternoon, Mrs. Blewett. We were just saying how fortunate it was you happened along. Let
me introduce you two ladies. Mrs. Blewett, Miss Cuthbert. Please excuse me for just a
moment. I forgot to tell Flora Jane to take the buns out of the oven.»
Mrs. Spencer whisked away, after pulling up the blinds. Anne sitting mutely on the
ottoman, with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, stared at Mrs Blewett as one fascinated.
Was she to be given into the keeping of this sharp−faced, sharp−eyed woman? She felt a
lump coming up in her throat and her eyes smarted painfully. She was beginning to be afraid
she couldn't keep the tears back when Mrs. Spencer returned, flushed and beaming, quite
capable of taking any and every difficulty, physical, mental or spiritual, into consideration
and settling it out of hand.
«It seems there's been a mistake about this little girl, Mrs. Blewett,» she said. «I was
under the impression that Mr. and Miss Cuthbert wanted a little girl to adopt. I was certainly
told so. But it seems it was a boy they wanted. So if you're still of the same mind you were
yesterday, I think she'll be just the thing for you.»
Mrs. Blewett darted her eyes over Anne from head to foot.
«How old are you and what's your name?» she demanded.
«Anne Shirley,» faltered the shrinking child, not daring to make any stipulations
regarding the spelling thereof, «and I'm eleven years old.»
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«Humph! You don't look as if there was much to you. But you're wiry. I don't know but
the wiry ones are the best after all. Well, if I take you you'll have to be a good girl, you
know – good and smart and respectful. I'll expect you to earn your keep, and no mistake
about that. Yes, I suppose I might as well take her off your hands, Miss Cuthbert. The baby's
awful fractious, and I'm clean worn out attending to him. If you like I can take her right
home now.»
Marilla looked at Anne and softened at sight of the child's pale face with its look of
mute misery – the misery of a helpless little creature who finds itself once more caught in
the trap from which it had escaped. Marilla felt an uncomfortable conviction that, if she
denied the appeal of that look, it would haunt her to her dying day. More− over, she did not
fancy Mrs. Blewett. To hand a sensitive, «highstrung» child over to such a woman! No, she
could not take the responsibility of doing that!
«Well, I don't know,» she said slowly. «I didn't say that Matthew and I had absolutely
decided that we wouldn't keep her. In fact I may say that Matthew is disposed to keep her. I
just came over to find out how the mistake had occurred. I think I'd better take her home
again and talk it over with Matthew. I feel that I oughtn't to decide on anything without
consulting him. If we make up our mind not to keep her we'll bring or send her over to you
tomorrow night. If we don't you may know that she is going to stay with us. Will that suit
you, Mrs. Blewett?»
«I suppose it'll have to,» said Mrs. Blewett ungraciously.
During Marilla's speech a sunrise had been dawning on Anne's face. First the look of
despair faded out; then came a faint flush of hope; here eyes grew deep and bright as
morning stars. The child was quite transfigured; and, a moment later, when Mrs. Spencer
and Mrs. Blewett went out in quest of a recipe the latter had come to borrow she sprang up
and flew across the room to Marilla.
«Oh, Miss Cuthbert, did you really say that perhaps you would let me stay at Green
Gables?» she said, in a breathless whisper, as if speaking aloud might shatter the glorious
possibility. «Did you really say it? Or did I only imagine that you did?»
«I think you'd better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can't
distinguish between what is real and what isn't,» said Marilla crossly. «Yes, you did hear me
say just that and no more. It isn't decided yet and perhaps we will conclude to let Mrs.
Blewett take you after all. She certainly needs you much more than I do.»
«I'd rather go back to the asylum than go to live with her,» said Anne passionately. «She
looks exactly like a – like a gimlet.»
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Marilla smothered a smile under the conviction that Anne must be reproved for such a
speech.
«A little girl like you should be ashamed of talking so about a lady and a stranger,» she
said severely. «Go back and sit down quietly and hold your tongue and behave as a good girl
should.»
«I'll try to do and be anything you want me, if you'll only keep me,» said Anne,
returning meekly to her ottoman.
When they arrived back at Green Gables that evening Matthew met them in the lane.
Marilla from afar had noted him prowling along it and guessed his motive. She was prepared
for the relief she read in his face when he saw that she had at least brought back Anne back
with her. But she said nothing, to him, relative to the affair, until they were both out in the
yard behind the barn milking the cows. Then she briefly told him Anne's history and the
result of the interview with Mrs. Spencer.
«I wouldn't give a dog I liked to that Blewett woman,» said Matthew with unusual vim."
«I don't fancy her style myself,» admitted Marilla, «but it's that or keeping her
ourselves, Matthew. And since you seem to want her, I suppose I'm willing – or have to be.
I've been thinking over the idea until I've got kind of used to it. It seems a sort of duty. I've
never brought up a child, especially a girl, and I dare say I'll make a terrible mess of it. But
I'll do my best. So far as I'm concerned, Matthew, she may stay.»
Matthew's shy face was a glow of delight.
«Well now, I reckoned you'd come to see it in that light, Marilla,» he said. «She's such
an interesting little thing.»
«It'd be more to the point if you could say she was a useful little thing,» retorted
Marilla, «but I'll make it my business to see she's trained to be that. And mind, Matthew,
you're not to go interfering with my methods. Perhaps an old maid doesn't know much about
bringing up a child, but I guess she knows more than an old bachelor. So you just leave me
to manage her. When I fail it'll be time enough to put your oar in.»
«There, there, Marilla, you can have your own way,» said Matthew reassuringly. «Only
be as good and kind to her as you can without spoiling her. I kind of think she's one of the
sort you can do anything with if you only get her to love you.»
Marilla sniffed, to express her contempt for Matthew's opinions concerning anything
feminine, and walked off to the dairy with the pails.
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«I won't tell her tonight that she can stay,» she reflected, as she strained the milk into
the creamers. «She'd be so excited that she wouldn't sleep a wink. Marilla Cuthbert, you're
fairly in for it. Did you ever suppose you'd see the day when you'd be adopting an orphan
girl? It's surprising enough; but not so surprising as that Matthew should be at the bottom of
it, him that always seemed to have such a mortal dread of little girls. Anyhow, we've decided
on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it.»
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CHAPTER VII − Anne Says Her Prayers
W
hen Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly:
«Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your clothes all about the floor when
you took them off. That is a very untidy habit, and I can't allow it at all. As soon as you take
off any article of clothing fold it neatly and place it on the chair. I haven't any use at all for
little girls who aren't neat.»
«I was so harrowed up in my mind last night that I didn't think about my clothes at all,»
said Anne. «I'll fold them nicely tonight. They always made us do that at the asylum. Half
the time, though, I'd forget, I'd be in such a hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine
things.»
«You'll have to remember a little better if you stay here,» admonished Marilla. «There,
that looks something like. Say your prayers now and get into bed.»
«I never say any prayers,» announced Anne.
Marilla looked horrified astonishment.
«Why, Anne, what do you mean? Were you never taught to say your prayers? God
always wants little girls to say their prayers. Don't you know who God is, Anne?»
«`God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in His being, wisdom, power,
holiness, justice, goodness, and truth,'» responded Anne promptly and glibly.
Marilla looked rather relieved.
«So you do know something then, thank goodness! You're not quite a heathen. Where
did you learn that?»
«Oh, at the asylum Sunday−school. They made us learn the whole catechism. I liked it
pretty well. There's something splendid about some of the words. `Infinite, eternal and
unchangeable.' Isn't that grand? It has such a roll to it – just like a big organ playing. You
couldn't quite call it poetry, I suppose, but it sounds a lot like it, doesn't it?»
«We're not talking about poetry, Anne – we are talking about saying your prayers. Don't
you know it's a terrible wicked thing not to say your prayers every night? I'm afraid you are
a very bad little girl.»
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«You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair,» said Anne reproachfully.
«People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is. Mrs. Thomas told me that God
made my hair red ON PURPOSE, and I've never cared about Him since. And anyhow I'd
always be too tired at night to bother saying prayers. People who have to look after twins
can't be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?»
Marilla decided that Anne's religious training must be begun at once. Plainly there was
no time to be lost.
«You must say your prayers while you are under my roof, Anne.»
«Why, of course, if you want me to,» assented Anne cheerfully. «I'd do anything to
oblige you. But you'll have to tell me what to say for this once. After I get into bed I'll
imagine out a real nice prayer to say always. I believe that it will be quite interesting, now
that I come to think of it.»
«You must kneel down,» said Marilla in embarrassment.
Anne knelt at Marilla's knee and looked up gravely.
«Why must people kneel down to pray?» If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd
do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up
into the sky – up – up – up – into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its
blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer. Well, I'm ready. What am I to say?"
Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish
classic, «Now I lay me down to sleep.» But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a
sense of humor – which is simply another name for a sense of fitness of things; and it
suddenly occurred to her that that simple little prayer, sacred to white−robed childhood
lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew
and cared nothing bout God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the
medium of human love.
«You're old enough to pray for yourself, Anne,» she said finally. «Just thank God for
your blessings and ask Him humbly for the things you want.»
«Well, I'll do my best,» promised Anne, burying her face in Marilla's lap. «Gracious
heavenly Father – that's the way the ministers say it in church, so I suppose it's all right in
private prayer, isn't it?» she interjected, lifting her head for a moment.
«Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of
Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I'm really extremely grateful for them. And
that's all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want,
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they're so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only
mention the two most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me be
good−looking when I grow up. I remain, »Yours respectfully,
Anne Shirley.
«There, did I do all right?» she asked eagerly, getting up. «I could have made it much
more flowery if I'd had a little more time to think it over.»
Poor Marilla was only preserved from complete collapse by remembering that it was not
irreverence, but simply spiritual ignorance on the part of Anne that was responsible for this
extraordinary petition. She tucked the child up in bed, mentally vowing that she should be
taught a prayer the very next day, and was leaving the room with the light when Anne called
her back.
«I've just thought of it now. I should have said, `Amen' in place of `yours respectfully,'
shouldn't I? – the way the ministers do. I'd forgotten it, but I felt a prayer should be finished
off in some way, so I put in the other. Do you suppose it will make any difference?»
«I – I don't suppose it will,» said Marilla. «Go to sleep now like a good child. Good
night.»
«I can only say good night tonight with a clear conscience,» said Anne, cuddling
luxuriously down among her pillows.
Marilla retreated to the kitchen, set the candle firmly on the table, and glared at
Matthew.
«Matthew Cuthbert, it's about time somebody adopted that child and taught her
something. She's next door to a perfect heathen. Will you believe that she never said a
prayer in her life till tonight? I'll send her to the manse tomorrow and borrow the Peep of the
Day series, that's what I'll do. And she shall go to Sunday−school just as soon as I can get
some suitable clothes made for her. I foresee that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we
can't get through this world without our share of trouble. I've had a pretty easy life of it so
far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it.»
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CHAPTER VIII − Anne's Bringing−up Is Begun
F
or reasons best known to herself, Marilla did not tell Anne that she was to stay at
Green Gables until the next afternoon. During the forenoon she kept the child busy with
various tasks and watched over her with a keen eye while she did them. By noon she had
concluded that Anne was smart and obedient, willing to work and quick to learn; her most
serious shortcoming seemed to be a tendency to fall into daydreams in the middle of a task
and forget all about it until such time as she was sharply recalled to earth by a reprimand or
a catastrophe.
When Anne had finished washing the dinner dishes she suddenly confronted Marilla
with the air and expression of one desperately determined to learn the worst. Her thin little
body trembled from head to foot; her face flushed and her eyes dilated until they were
almost black; she clasped her hands tightly and said in an imploring voice:
«Oh, please, Miss Cuthbert, won't you tell me if you are going to send me away or
not?» I've tried to be patient all the morning, but I really feel that I cannot bear not knowing
any longer. It's a dreadful feeling. Please tell me."
«You haven't scalded the dishcloth in clean hot water as I told you to do,» said Marilla
immovably. «Just go and do it before you ask any more questions, Anne.»
Anne went and attended to the dishcloth. Then she returned to Marilla and fastened
imploring eyes of the latter's face. «Well,» said Marilla, unable to find any excuse for
deferring her explanation longer, «I suppose I might as well tell you. Matthew and I have
decided to keep you – that is, if you will try to be a good little girl and show yourself
grateful. Why, child, whatever is the matter?»
«I'm crying,» said Anne in a tone of bewilderment. «I can't think why. I'm glad as glad
can be. Oh, GLAD doesn't seem the right word at all. I was glad about the White Way and
the cherry blossoms – but this! Oh, it's something more than glad. I'm so happy. I'll try to be
so good. It will be uphill work, I expect, for Mrs. Thomas often told me I was desperately
wicked. However, I'll do my very best. But can you tell me why I'm crying?»
«I suppose it's because you're all excited and worked up,» said Marilla disapprovingly.
«Sit down on that chair and try to calm yourself. I'm afraid you both cry and laugh far too
easily. Yes, you can stay here and we will try to do right by you. You must go to school; but
it's only a fortnight till vacation so it isn't worth while for you to start before it opens again
in September.»
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«What am I to call you?» asked Anne. «Shall I always say Miss Cuthbert? Can I call
you Aunt Marilla?»
«No; you'll call me just plain Marilla. I'm not used to being called Miss Cuthbert and it
would make me nervous.»
«It sounds awfully disrespectful to just say Marilla,» protested Anne.
«I guess there'll be nothing disrespectful in it if you're careful to speak respectfully.
Everybody, young and old, in Avonlea calls me Marilla except the minister. He says Miss
Cuthbert – when he thinks of it.»
«I'd love to call you Aunt Marilla,» said Anne wistfully. «I've never had an aunt or any
relation at all – not even a grandmother. It would make me feel as if I really belonged to
you. Can't I call you Aunt Marilla?»
«No. I'm not your aunt and I don't believe in calling people names that don't belong to
them.»
«But we could imagine you were my aunt.»
«I couldn't,» said Marilla grimly.
«Do you never imagine things different from what they really are?» asked Anne
wide−eyed.
«No.»
«Oh!» Anne drew a long breath. «Oh, Miss – Marilla, how much you miss!»
«I don't believe in imagining things different from what they really are,» retorted
Marilla. «When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn't mean for us to imagine
them away. And that reminds me. Go into the sitting room, Anne – be sure your feet are
clean and don't let any flies in – and bring me out the illustrated card that's on the
mantelpiece. The Lord's Prayer is on it and you'll devote your spare time this afternoon to
learning it off by heart. There's to be no more of such praying as I heard last night.»
«I suppose I was very awkward,» said Anne apologetically, «but then, you see, I'd never
had any practice. You couldn't really expect a person to pray very well the first time she
tried, could you? I thought out a splendid prayer after I went to bed, just as I promised you I
would. It was nearly as long as a minister's and so poetical. But would you believe it? I
couldn't remember one word when I woke up this morning. And I'm afraid I'll never be able
to think out another one as good. Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought
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out a second time. Have you ever noticed that?»
«Here is something for you to notice, Anne. When I tell you to do a thing I want you to
obey me at once and not stand stock−still and discourse about it. Just you go and do as I bid
you.»
Anne promptly departed for the sitting−room across the hall; she failed to return; after
waiting ten minutes Marilla laid down her knitting and marched after her with a grim
expression. She found Anne standing motionless before a picture hanging on the wall
between the two windows, with her eyes astar with dreams. The white and green light
strained through apple trees and clustering vines outside fell over the rapt little figure with a
half−unearthly radiance.
«Anne, whatever are you thinking of?» demanded Marilla sharply.
Anne came back to earth with a start.
«That,» she said, pointing to the picture – a rather vivid chromo entitled, «Christ
Blessing Little Children» – «and I was just imagining I was one of them – that I was the
little girl in the blue dress, standing off by herself in the corner as if she didn't belong to
anybody, like me. She looks lonely and sad, don't you think? I guess she hadn't any father or
mother of her own. But she wanted to be blessed, too, so she just crept shyly up on the
outside of the crowd, hoping nobody would notice her – except Him. I'm sure I know just
how she felt. Her heart must have beat and her hands must have got cold, like mine did
when I asked you if I could stay. She was afraid He mightn't notice her. But it's likely He
did, don't you think? I've been trying to imagine it all out – her edging a little nearer all the
time until she was quite close to Him; and then He would look at her and put His hand on
her hair and oh, such a thrill of joy as would run over her! But I wish the artist hadn't painted
Him so sorrowful looking. All His pictures are like that, if you've noticed. But I don't
believe He could really have looked so sad or the children would have been afraid of Him.»
«Anne,» said Marilla, wondering why she had not broken into this speech long before,
«you shouldn't talk that way. It's irreverent – positively irreverent.»
Anne's eyes marveled.
«Why, I felt just as reverent as could be. I'm sure I didn't mean to be irreverent.»
«Well I don't suppose you did – but it doesn't sound right to talk so familiarly about
such things. And another thing, Anne, when I send you after something you're to bring it at
once and not fall into mooning and imagining before pictures. Remember that. Take that
card and come right to the kitchen. Now, sit down in the corner and learn that prayer off by
heart.»
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Anne set the card up against the jugful of apple blossoms she had brought in to decorate
the dinnertable – Marilla had eyed that decoration askance, but had said nothing – propped
her chin on her hands, and fell to studying it intently for several silent minutes.
«I like this,» she announced at length. «It's beautiful. I've heard it before – I heard the
superintendent of the asylum Sunday school say it over once. But I didn't like it then. He had
such a cracked voice and he prayed it so mournfully. I really felt sure he thought praying
was a disagreeable duty. This isn't poetry, but it makes me feel just the same way poetry
does. `Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name.' That is just like a line of music.
Oh, I'm so glad you thought of making me learn this, Miss – Marilla.»
«Well, learn it and hold your tongue,» said Marilla shortly.
Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a
pink−cupped but, and then studied diligently for some moments longer.
«Marilla,» she demanded presently, «do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend
in Avonlea?»
«A – a what kind of friend?»
«A bosom friend – an intimate friend, you know – a really kindred spirit to whom I can
confide my inmost soul. I've dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I
would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one
will, too. Do you think it's possible?»
«Diana Barry lives over at Orchard Slope and she's about your age. She's a very nice
little girl, and perhaps she will be a playmate for you when she comes home. She's visiting
her aunt over at Carmody just now. You'll have to be careful how you behave yourself,
though. Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman. She won't let Diana play with any little girl
who isn't nice and good.»
Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms, her eyes aglow with interest.
«What is Diana like? Her hair isn't red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It's bad enough to have red
hair myself, but I positively couldn't endure it in a bosom friend.»
«Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks. And she
is good and smart, which is better than being pretty.»
Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in Wonderland, and was firmly convinced
that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a child who was being brought up.
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But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the delightful
possibilities before it.
«Oh, I'm so glad she's pretty. Next to being beautiful oneself – and that's impossible in
my case – it would be best to have a beautiful bosom friend. When I lived with Mrs. Thomas
she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors. There weren't any books in it; Mrs.
Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there – when she had any preserves to keep.
One of the doors was broken. Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly
intoxicated. But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was
another little girl who lived in it. I called her Katie Maurice, and we were very intimate. I
used to talk to her by the hour, especially on Sunday, and tell her everything. Katie was the
comfort and consolation of my life. We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and
that if I only knew the spell I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie
Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs. Thomas' shelves of preserves and china. And then Katie
Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers
and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after. When I went
to live with Mrs. Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice. She felt it
dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good−bye through
the bookcase door. There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond's. But just up the river a little
way from the house there was a long green little valley, and the loveliest echo lived there. It
echoed back every word you said, even if you didn't talk a bit loud. So I imagined that it was
a little girl called Violetta and we were great friends and I loved her almost as well as I
loved Katie Maurice – not quite, but almost, you know. The night before I went to the
asylum I said good−bye to Violetta, and oh, her good−bye came back to me in such sad, sad
tones. I had become so attached to her that I hadn't the heart to imagine a bosom friend at the
asylum, even if there had been any scope for imagination there.»
«I think it's just as well there wasn't,» said Marilla drily. «I don't approve of such
goings−on. You seem to half believe your own imaginations. It will be well for you to have
a real live friend to put such nonsense out of your head. But don't let Mrs. Barry hear you
talking about your Katie Maurices and your Violettas or she'll think you tell stories.»
«Oh, I won't. I couldn't talk of them to everybody – their memories are too sacred for
that. But I thought I'd like to have you know about them. Oh, look, here's a big bee just
tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live – in an apple
blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it. If I wasn't a human girl I
think I'd like to be a bee and live among the flowers.»
«Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull,» sniffed Marilla. «I think you are very fickle
minded. I told you to learn that prayer and not talk. But it seems impossible for you to stop
talking if you've got anybody that will listen to you. So go up to your room and learn it.»
«Oh, I know it pretty nearly all now – all but just the last line.»
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«Well, never mind, do as I tell you. Go to your room and finish learning it well, and
stay there until I call you down to help me get tea.»
«Can I take the apple blossoms with me for company?» pleaded Anne.
«No; you don't want your room cluttered up with flowers. You should have left them on
the tree in the first place.»
«I did feel a little that way, too,» said Anne. «I kind of felt I shouldn't shorten their
lovely lives by picking them – I wouldn't want to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But
the temptation was IRRESISTIBLE. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible
temptation?»
«Anne, did you hear me tell you to go to your room?»
Anne sighed, retreated to the east gable, and sat down in a chair by the window.
«There – I know this prayer. I learned that last sentence coming upstairs. Now I'm going
to imagine things into this room so that they'll always stay imagined. The floor is covered
with a white velvet carpet with pink roses all over it and there are pink silk curtains at the
windows. The walls are hung with gold and silver brocade tapestry. The furniture is
mahogany. I never saw any mahogany, but it does sound SO luxurious. This is a couch all
heaped with gorgeous silken cushions, pink and blue and crimson and gold, and I am
reclining gracefully on it. I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the
wall. I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a pearl cross on my
breast and pearls in my hair. My hair is of midnight darkness and my skin is a clear ivory
pallor. My name is the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. No, it isn't – I can't make THAT seem
real.»
She danced up to the little looking−glass and peered into it. Her pointed freckled face
and solemn gray eyes peered back at her.
«You're only Anne of Green Gables,» she said earnestly, «and I see you, just as you are
looking now, whenever I try to imagine I'm the Lady Cordelia. But it's a million times nicer
to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular, isn't it?»
She bent forward, kissed her reflection affectionately, and betook herself to the open
window
«Dear Snow Queen, good afternoon. And good afternoon dear birches down in the
hollow. And good afternoon, dear gray house up on the hill. I wonder if Diana is to be my
bosom friend. I hope she will, and I shall love her very much. But I must never quite forget
Katie Maurice and Violetta. They would feel so hurt if I did and I'd hate to hurt anybody's
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feelings, even a little bookcase girl's or a little echo girl's. I must be careful to remember
them and send them a kiss every day.»
Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then,
with her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams.
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CHAPTER IX − Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified
A
nne had been a fortnight at Green Gables before Mrs. Lynde arrived to inspect her.
Mrs. Rachel, to do her justice, was not to blame for this. A severe and unseason −able attack
of grippe had confined that good lady to her house ever since the occasion of her last visit to
Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel was not often sick and had a well− defined contempt for people
who were; but grippe, she asserted, was like no other illness on earth and could only be
interpreted as one of the special visitations of Providence. As soon as her doctor allowed her
to put her foot out−of−doors she hurried up to Green Gables, bursting with curiosity to see
Matthew and Marilla's orphan, concerning whom all sorts of stories and suppositions had
gone abroad in Avonlea.
Anne had made good use of every waking moment of that fortnight. Already she was
acquainted with every tree and shrub about the place. She had discovered that a lane opened
out below the apple orchard and ran up through a belt of woodland; and she had explored it
to its furthest end in all its delicious vagaries of brook and bridge, fir coppice and wild
cherry arch, corners thick with fern, and branching byways of maple and mountain ash.
She had made friends with the spring down in the hollow – that wonderful deep, clear
icy−cold spring; it was set about with smooth red sandstones and rimmed in by great
palm−like clumps of water fern; and beyond it was a log bridge over the brook.
That bridge led Anne's dancing feet up over a wooded hill beyond, where perpetual
twilight reigned under the straight, thick−growing firs and spruces; the only flowers there
were myriads of delicate «June bells,» those shyest and sweetest of woodland blooms, and a
few pale, aerial starflowers, like the spirits of last year's blossoms. Gossamers glimmered
like threads of silver among the trees and the fir boughs and tassels seemed to utter friendly
speech.
All these raptured voyages of exploration were made in the odd half hours which she
was allowed for play, and Anne talked Matthew and Marilla halfdeaf over her discoveries.
Not that Matthew complained, to be sure; he listened to it all with a wordless smile of
enjoyment on his face; Marilla permitted the «chatter» until she found herself becoming too
interested in it, whereupon she always promptly quenched Anne by a curt command to hold
her tongue.
Anne was out in the orchard when Mrs. Rachel came, wandering at her own sweet will
through the lush, tremu− lous grasses splashed with ruddy evening sunshine; so that good
lady had an excellent chance to talk her illness fully over, describing every ache and pulse
beat with such evident enjoyment that Marilla thought even grippe must bring its
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compensations. When details were exhausted Mrs. Rachel introduced the real reason of her
call.
«I've been hearing some surprising things about you and Matthew.»
«I don't suppose you are any more surprised than I am myself,» said Marilla. «I'm
getting over my surprise now.»
«It was too bad there was such a mistake,» said Mrs. Rachel sympathetically. «Couldn't
you have sent her back?»
«I suppose we could, but we decided not to. Matthew took a fancy to her. And I must
say I like her myself – although I admit she has her faults. The house seems a different place
already. She's a real bright little thing.»
Marilla said more than she had intended to say when she began, for she read
disapproval in Mrs. Rachel's expression.
«It's a great responsibility you've taken on yourself,» said that lady gloomily,
«especially when you've never had any experience with children. You don't know much
about her or her real disposition, I suppose, and there's no guessing how a child like that will
turn out. But I don't want to discourage you I'm sure, Marilla.»
«I'm not feeling discouraged,» was Marilla's dry response. «when I make up my mind to
do a thing it stays made up. I suppose you'd like to see Anne. I'll call her in.»
Anne came running in presently, her face sparkling with the delight of her orchard
rovings; but, abashed at finding the delight herself in the unexpected presence of a stranger,
she halted confusedly inside the door. She certainly was an odd−looking little creature in the
short tight wincey dress she had worn from the asylum, below which her thin legs seemed
ungracefully long. Her freckles were more numerous and obtrusive than ever; the wind had
ruffled her hatless hair into over−brilliant disorder; it had never looked redder than at that
moment.
«Well, they didn't pick you for your looks, that's sure and certain,» was Mrs. Rachel
Lynde's emphatic comment. Mrs. Rachel was one of those delightful and popular people
who pride themselves on speaking their mind without fear or favor. «She's terrible skinny
and homely, Marilla. Come here, child, and let me have a look at you. Lawful heart, did any
one ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots! Come here, child, I say.»
Anne «came there,» but not exactly as Mrs. Rachel expected. With one bound she
crossed the kitchen floor and stood before Mrs. Rachel, her face scarlet with anger, her lips
quivering, and her whole slender form trembling from head to foot.
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«I hate you,» she cried in a choked voice, stamping her foot on the floor. «I hate you – I
hate you – I hate you – » a louder stamp with each assertion of hatred. «How dare you call
me skinny and ugly? How dare you say I'm freckled and redheaded? You are a rude,
impolite, unfeeling woman!»
«Anne!» exclaimed Marilla in consternation.
But Anne continued to face Mrs. Rachel undauntedly, head up, eyes blazing, hands
clenched, passionate indignation exhaling from her like an atmosphere.
«How dare you say such things about me?» she repeated vehemently. «How would you
like to have such things said about you? How would you like to be told that you are fat and
clumsy and probably hadn't a spark of imagination in you? I don't care if I do hurt your
feelings by saying so! I hope I hurt them. You have hurt mine worse than they were ever
hurt before even by Mrs. Thomas' intoxicated husband. And I'll NEVER forgive you for it,
never, never!»
Stamp! Stamp!
«Did anybody ever see such a temper!» exclaimed the horrified Mrs. Rachel.
«Anne go to your room and stay there until I come up,» said Marilla, recovering her
powers of speech with difficulty.
Anne, bursting into tears, rushed to the hall door, slammed it until the tins on the porch
wall outside rattled in sympathy, and fled through the hall and up the stairs like a whirlwind.
A subdued slam above told that the door of the east gable had been shut with equal
vehemence.
«Well, I don't envy you your job bringing THAT up, Marilla,» said Mrs. Rachel with
unspeakable solemnity.
Marilla opened her lips to say she knew not what of apology or deprecation. What she
did say was a surprise to herself then and ever afterwards.
«You shouldn't have twitted her about her looks, Rachel.»
«Marilla Cuthbert, you don't mean to say that you are upholding her in such a terrible
display of temper as we've just seen?» demanded Mrs. Rachel indignantly.
«No,» said Marilla slowly, «I'm not trying to excuse her. She's been very naughty and
I'll have to give her a talking to about it. But we must make allowances for her. She's never
been taught what is right. And you WERE too hard on her, Rachel.»
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Marilla could not help tacking on that last sentence, although she was again surprised at
herself for doing it. Mrs. Rachel got up with an air of offended dignity.
«Well, I see that I'll have to be very careful what I say after this, Marilla, since the fine
feelings of orphans, brought from goodness knows where, have to be considered before
anything else. Oh, no, I'm not vexed – don't worry yourself. I'm too sorry for you to leave
any room for anger in my mind. You'll have your own troubles with that child. But if you'll
take my advice – which I suppose you won't do, although I've brought up ten children and
buried two – you'll do that `talking to' you mention with a fair− sized birch switch. I should
think THAT would be the most effective language for that kind of a child. Her temper
matches her hair I guess. Well, good evening, Marilla. I hope you'll come down to see me
often as usual. But you can't expect me to visit here again in a hurry, if I'm liable to be flown
at and insulted in such a fashion. It's something new in MY experience.»
Whereat Mrs. Rachel swept out and away – if a fat woman who always waddled
COULD be said to sweep away – and Marilla with a very solemn face betook herself to the
east gable.
On the way upstairs she pondered uneasily as to what she ought to do. She felt no little
dismay over the scene that had just been enacted. How unfortunate that Anne should have
displayed such temper before Mrs. Rachel Lynde, of all people! Then Marilla suddenly
became aware of an uncomfortable and rebuking consciousness that she felt more
humiliation over this than sorrow over the discovery of such a serious defect in Anne's
disposition. And how was she to punish her? The amiable suggestion of the birch switch – to
the efficiency of which all of Mrs. Rachel's own children could have borne smarting
testimony – did not appeal to Marilla. She did not believe she could whip a child. No, some
other method of punishment must be found to bring Anne to a proper realization of the
enormity of her offense.
Marilla found Anne face downward on her bed, crying bitterly, quite oblivious of
muddy boots on a clean counterpane.
«Anne,» she said not ungently.
No answer.
«Anne,» with greater severity, «get off that bed this minute and listen to what I have to
say to you.»
Anne squirmed off the bed and sat rigidly on a chair beside it, her face swollen and
tear−stained and her eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor.
«This is a nice way for you to behave. Anne! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?»
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«She hadn't any right to call me ugly and redheaded,» retorted Anne, evasive and
defiant.
«You hadn't any right to fly into such a fury and talk the way you did to her, Anne. I
was ashamed of you – thoroughly ashamed of you. I wanted you to behave nicely to Mrs.
Lynde, and instead of that you have disgraced me. I'm sure I don't know why you should
lose your temper like that just because Mrs. Lynde said you were redhaired and homely.
You say it yourself often enough.»
«Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other
people say it,» wailed Anne. «You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other
people don't quite think it is. I suppose you think I have an awful temper, but I couldn't help
it. When she said those things something just rose right up in me and choked me. I HAD to
fly out at her.»
«Well, you made a fine exhibition of yourself I must say. Mrs. Lynde will have a nice
story to tell about you everywhere – and she'll tell it, too. It was a dreadful thing for you to
lose your temper like that, Anne.»
«Just imagine how you would feel if somebody told you to your face that you were
skinny and ugly,» pleaded Anne tearfully.
An old remembrance suddenly rose up before Marilla. She had been a very small child
when she had heard one aunt say of her to another, «What a pity she is such a dark, homely
little thing.» Marilla was every day of fifty before the sting had gone out of that memory.
«I don't say that I think Mrs. Lynde was exactly right in saying what she did to you,
Anne,» she admitted in a softer tone. «Rachel is too outspoken. But that is no excuse for
such behavior on your part. She was a stranger and an elderly person and my visitor – all
three very good reasons why you should have been respectful to her. You were rude and
saucy and» – Marilla had a saving inspiration of punishment – «you must go to her and tell
her you are very sorry for your bad temper and ask her to forgive you.»
«I can never do that,» said Anne determinedly and darkly. «You can punish me in any
way you like, Marilla. You can shut me up in a dark, damp dungeon inhabited by snakes and
toads and feed me only on bread and water and I shall not complain. But I cannot ask Mrs.
Lynde to forgive me.»
«We're not in the habit of shutting people up in dark damp dungeons,» said Marilla
drily, «especially as they're rather scarce in Avonlea. But apologize to Mrs. Lynde you must
and shall and you'll stay here in your room until you can tell me you're willing to do it.»
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«I shall have to stay here forever then,» said Anne mournfully, «because I can't tell Mrs.
Lynde I'm sorry I said those things to her. How can I? I'm NOT sorry. I'm sorry I've vexed
you; but I'm GLAD I told her just what I did. It was a great satisfaction. I can't say I'm sorry
when I'm not, can I? I can't even IMAGINE I'm sorry.»
«Perhaps your imagination will be in better working order by the morning,» said
Marilla, rising to depart. «You'll have the night to think over your conduct in and come to a
better frame of mind. You said you would try to be a very good girl if we kept you at Green
Gables, but I must say it hasn't seemed very much like it this evening.»
Leaving this Parthian shaft to rankle in Anne's stormy bosom, Marilla descended to the
kitchen, grievously troubled in mind and vexed in soul. She was as angry with herself as
with Anne, because, whenever she recalled Mrs. Rachel's dumbfounded countenance her
lips twitched with amusement and she felt a most reprehensible desire to laugh.
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CHAPTER X − Anne's Apology
M
arilla said nothing to Matthew about the affair that evening; but when Anne proved
still refractory the next morning an explanation had to be made to account for her absence
from the breakfast table. Marilla told Matthew the whole story, taking pains to impress him
with a due sense of the enormity of Anne's behavior.
«It's a good thing Rachel Lynde got a calling down; she's a meddlesome old gossip,»
was Matthew's consolatory rejoinder.
«Matthew Cuthbert, I'm astonished at you. You know that Anne's behavior was
dreadful, and yet you take her part! I suppose you'll be saying next thing that she oughtn't to
be punished at all!»
«Well now – no – not exactly,» said Matthew uneasily. I reckon she ought to be
punished a little. But don't be too hard on her, Marilla. Recollect she hasn't ever had anyone
to teach her right. You're – you're going to give her something to eat, aren't you?"
«When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behavior?» demanded Marilla
indignantly. «She'll have her meals regular, and I'll carry them up to her myself. But she'll
stay up there until she's willing to apologize to Mrs. Lynde, and that's final, Matthew.»
Breakfast, dinner, and supper were very silent meals – for Anne still remained obdurate.
After each meal Marilla carried a well−filled tray to the east gable and brought it down later
on not noticeably depleted. Matthew eyed its last descent with a troubled eye. Had Anne
eaten anything at all?
When Marilla went out that evening to bring the cows from the back pasture, Matthew,
who had been hanging about the barns and watching, slipped into the house with the air of a
burglar and crept upstairs. As a general thing Matthew gravitated between the kitchen and
the little bedroom off the hall where he slept; once in a while he ventured uncomfortably
into the parlor or sitting room when the minister came to tea. But he had never been upstairs
in his own house since the spring he helped Marilla paper the spare bedroom, and that was
four years ago.
He tiptoed along the hall and stood for several minutes outside the door of the east gable
before he summoned courage to tap on it with his fingers and then open the door to peep in.
Anne was sitting on the yellow chair by the window gazing mournfully out into the
garden. Very small and unhappy she looked, and Matthew's heart smote him. He softly
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closed the door and tiptoed over to her.
«Anne,» he whispered, as if afraid of being overheard, «how are you making it, Anne?»
Anne smiled wanly.
«Pretty well. I imagine a good deal, and that helps to pass the time. Of course, it's rather
lonesome. But then, I may as well get used to that.»
Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her.
Matthew recollected that he must say what he had come to say without loss of time, lest
Marilla return prematurely. «Well now, Anne, don't you think you'd better do it and have it
over with?» he whispered. «It'll have to be done sooner or later, you know, for Marilla's a
dreadful deter− mined woman – dreadful determined, Anne. Do it right off, I say, and have
it over.»
«Do you mean apologize to Mrs. Lynde?»
«Yes – apologize – that's the very word,» said Matthew eagerly. «Just smooth it over so
to speak. That's what I was trying to get at.»
«I suppose I could do it to oblige you,» said Anne thoughtfully. «It would be true
enough to say I am sorry, because I AM sorry now. I wasn't a bit sorry last night. I was mad
clear through, and I stayed mad all night. I know I did because I woke up three times and I
was just furious every time. But this morning it was over. I wasn't in a temper anymore –
and it left a dreadful sort of goneness, too. I felt so ashamed of myself. But I just couldn't
think of going and telling Mrs. Lynde so. It would be so humili− ating. I made up my mind
I'd stay shut up here forever rather than do that. But still – I'd do anything for you – if you
really want me to – »
«Well now, of course I do. It's terrible lonesome downstairs without you. Just go and
smooth things over – that's a good girl.»
«Very well,» said Anne resignedly. «I'll tell Marilla as soon as she comes in I've
repented.»
«That's right – that's right, Anne. But don't tell Marilla I said anything about it. She
might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that.»
«Wild horses won't drag the secret from me,» promised Anne solemnly. «How would
wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow?»
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But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner
of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to. Marilla herself,
upon her return to the house, was agreeably surprised to hear a plaintive voice calling,
«Marilla» over the banisters.
«Well?» she said, going into the hall.
«I'm sorry I lost my temper and said rude things, and I'm willing to go and tell Mrs.
Lynde so.»
«Very well.» Marilla's crispness gave no sign of her relief. She had been wondering
what under the canopy she should do if Anne did not give in. «I'll take you down after
milking.»
Accordingly, after milking, behold Marilla and Anne walking down the lane, the former
erect and triumphant, the latter drooping and dejected. But halfway down Anne's dejection
vanished as if by enchantment. She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed
on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her. Marilla beheld the change
disapprovingly. This was no meek penitent such as it behooved her to take into the presence
of the offended Mrs. Lynde.
«What are you thinking of, Anne?» she asked sharply.
«I'm imagining out what I must say to Mrs. Lynde,» answered Anne dreamily.
This was satisfactory – or should have been so. But Marilla could not rid herself of the
notion that something in her scheme of punishment was going askew. Anne had no business
to look so rapt and radiant.
Rapt and radiant Anne continued until they were in the very presence of Mrs. Lynde,
who was sitting knitting by her kitchen window. Then the radiance vanished. Mournful
penitence appeared on every feature. Before a word was spoken Anne suddenly went down
on her knees before the astonished Mrs. Rachel and held out her hands beseechingly.
«Oh, Mrs. Lynde, I am so extremely sorry,» she said with a quiver in her voice. «I could
never express all my sorrow, no, not if I used up a whole dictionary. You must just imagine
it. I behaved terribly to you – and I've disgraced the dear friends, Matthew and Marilla, who
have let me stay at Green Gables although I'm not a boy. I'm a dreadfully wicked and
ungrateful girl, and I deserve to be punished and cast out by respectable people forever. It
was very wicked of me to fly into a temper because you told me the truth. It WAS the truth;
every word you said was true. My hair is red and I'm freckled and skinny and ugly. What I
said to you was true, too, but I shouldn't have said it. Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please, please, forgive
me. If you refuse it will be a lifelong sorrow on a poor little orphan girl would you, even if
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she had a dreadful temper? Oh, I am sure you wouldn't. Please say you forgive me, Mrs.
Lynde.»
Anne clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and waited for the word of judgment.
There was no mistaking her sincerity – it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both
Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former under− stood in
dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation – was reveling in the
thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she,
Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.
Good Mrs. Lynde, not being overburdened with perception, did not see this. She only
perceived that Anne had made a very thorough apology and all resentment vanished from
her kindly, if somewhat officious, heart.
«There, there, get up, child,» she said heartily. «Of course I forgive you. I guess I was a
little too hard on you, anyway. But I'm such an outspoken person. You just mustn't mind me,
that's what. It can't be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once – went to school
with her, in fact – whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when
she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn. I wouldn't be a mite surprised if yours
did, too – not a mite.»
«Oh, Mrs. Lynde!» Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet. «You have given
me a hope. I shall always feel that you are a benefactor. Oh, I could endure anything if I
only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up. It would be so much
easier to be good if one's hair was a handsome auburn, don't you think? And now may I go
out into your garden and sit on that bench under the apple−trees while you and Marilla are
talking? There is so much more scope for imagination out there.»
«Laws, yes, run along, child. And you can pick a bouquet of them white June lilies over
in the corner if you like.»
As the door closed behind Anne Mrs. Lynde got briskly up to light a lamp.
«She's a real odd little thing. Take this chair, Marilla; it's easier than the one you've got;
I just keep that for the hired boy to sit on. Yes, she certainly is an odd child, but there is
something kind of taking about her after all. I don't feel so surprised at you and Matthew
keeping her as I did – nor so sorry for you, either. She may turn out all right. Of course, she
has a queer way of expressing herself – a little too – well, too kind of forcible, you know;
but she'll likely get over that now that she's come to live among civilized folks. And then,
her temper's pretty quick, I guess; but there's one comfort, a child that has a quick temper,
just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful. Preserve me from a sly
child, that's what. On the whole, Marilla, I kind of like her.»
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When Marilla went home Anne came out of the fragrant twilight of the orchard with a
sheaf of white narcissi in her hands.
«I apologized pretty well, didn't I?» she said proudly as they went down the lane. «I
thought since I had to do it I might as well do it thoroughly.»
«You did it thoroughly, all right enough,» was Marilla's comment. Marilla was
dismayed at finding herself inclined to laugh over the recollection. She had also an uneasy
feeling that she ought to scold Anne for apologizing so well; but then, that was ridiculous!
She compromised with her conscience by saying severely:
«I hope you won't have occasion to make many more such apologies. I hope you'll try to
control your temper now, Anne.»
«That wouldn't be so hard if people wouldn't twit me about my looks,» said Anne with a
sigh. «I don't get cross about other things; but I'm SO tired of being twitted about my hair
and it just makes me boil right over. Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome
auburn when I grow up?»
«You shouldn't think so much about your looks, Anne. I'm afraid you are a very vain
little girl.»
«How can I be vain when I know I'm homely?» protested Anne. «I love pretty things;
and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so
sorrowful – just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.»
«Handsome is as handsome does,» quoted Marilla. «I've had that said to me before, but
I have my doubts about it,» remarked skeptical Anne, sniffing at her narcissi. «Oh, aren't
these flowers sweet! It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give them to me. I have no hard feelings
against Mrs. Lynde now. It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be
forgiven, doesn't it? Aren't the stars bright tonight? If you could live in a star, which one
would you pick? I'd like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill.»
«Anne, do hold your tongue.» said Marilla, thoroughly worn out trying to follow the
gyrations of Anne's thoughts.
Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane. A little gypsy wind came down
it to meet them, laden with the spicy perfume of young dew−wet ferns. Far up in the
shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables.
Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman's hard
palm.
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«It's lovely to be going home and know it's home,» she said. «I love Green Gables
already, and I never loved any place before. No place ever seemed like home. Oh, Marilla,
I'm so happy. I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard.»
Something warm and pleasant welled up in Marilla's heart at touch of that thin little
hand in her own – a throb of the maternity she had missed, perhaps. Its very
unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her. She hastened to restore her sensations to
their normal calm by inculcating a moral.
«If you'll be a good girl you'll always be happy, Anne. And you should never find it
hard to say your prayers.»
«Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying,» said Anne meditatively.
«But I'm going to imagine that I'm the wind that is blowing up there in those tree tops. When
I get tired of the trees I'll imagine I'm gently waving down here in the ferns – and then I'll fly
over to Mrs. Lynde's garden and set the flowers dancing – and then I'll go with one great
swoop over the clover field – and then I'll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple
it all up into little sparkling waves. Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! So
I'll not talk any more just now, Marilla.»
«Thanks be to goodness for that,» breathed Marilla in devout relief.
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CHAPTER XI − Anne's Impressions of Sunday−School
«W
ell, how do you like them?» said Marilla.
Anne was standing in the gable room, looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out
on the bed. One was of snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from
a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable; one was of
black−and−white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the
winter; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at
a Carmody store.
She had made them up herself, and they were all made alike – plain skirts fulled tightly
to plain waists, with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves could be.
«I'll imagine that I like them,» said Anne soberly.
«I don't want you to imagine it,» said Marilla, offended. «Oh, I can see you don't like
the dresses! What is the matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new?»
«Yes.»
«Then why don't you like them?»
«They're – they're not – pretty,» said Anne reluctantly.
«Pretty!» Marilla sniffed. «I didn't trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you.
I don't believe in pampering vanity, Anne, I'll tell you that right off. Those dresses are good,
sensible, serviceable dresses, without any frills or furbelows about them, and they're all
you'll get this summer. The brown gingham and the blue print will do you for school when
you begin to go. The sateen is for church and Sunday school. I'll expect you to keep them
neat and clean and not to tear them. I should think you'd be grateful to get most anything
after those skimpy wincey things you've been wearing.»
«Oh, I AM grateful,» protested Anne. «But I'd be ever so much gratefuller if – if you'd
made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would
give me such a thrill, Marilla, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves.»
«Well, you'll have to do without your thrill. I hadn't any material to waste on puffed
sleeves. I think they are ridiculous−looking things anyhow. I prefer the plain, sensible ones.»
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«But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by
myself,» persisted Anne mournfully.
«Trust you for that! Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet, and then sit
down and learn the Sunday school lesson. I got a quarterly from Mr. Bell for you and you'll
go to Sunday school tomorrow,» said Marilla, disap− pearing downstairs in high dudgeon.
Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses.
«I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves,» she whispered
disconsolately. «I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account. I didn't
suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress. I knew I'd just have
to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of
snow−white muslin with lovely lace frills and three−puffed sleeves.»
The next morning warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to
Sunday−school with Anne.
«You'll have to go down and call for Mrs. Lynde, Anne.» she said. «She'll see that you
get into the right class. Now, mind you behave yourself properly. Stay to preaching
afterwards and ask Mrs. Lynde to show you our pew. Here's a cent for collection. Don't stare
at people and don't fidget. I shall expect you to tell me the text when you come home.»
Anne started off irreproachable, arrayed in the stiff black− and−white sateen, which,
while decent as regards length and certainly not open to the charge of skimpiness, contrived
to emphasize every corner and angle of her thin figure. Her hat was a little, flat, glossy, new
sailor, the extreme plainness of which had likewise much disappointed Anne, who had
permitted herself secret visions of ribbon and flowers. The latter, however, were supplied
before Anne reached the main road, for being confronted halfway down the lane with a
golden frenzy of wind−stirred buttercups and a glory of wild roses, Anne promptly and
liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them. Whatever other people might have
thought of the result it satisfied Anne, and she tripped gaily down the road, holding her
ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly.
When she had reached Mrs. Lynde's house she found that lady gone. Nothing daunted,
Anne proceeded onward to the church alone. In the porch she found a crowd of little girls,
all more or less gaily attired in whites and blues and pinks, and all staring with curious eyes
at this stranger in their midst, with her extraordinary head adornment. Avonlea little girls
had already heard queer stories about Anne. Mrs. Lynde said she had an awful temper; Jerry
Buote, the hired boy at Green Gables, said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees
and flowers like a crazy girl. They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their
quarterlies. Nobody made any friendly advances, then or later on when the opening
exercises were over and Anne found herself in Miss Rogerson's class.
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Miss Rogerson was a middle−aged lady who had taught a Sunday−school class for
twenty years. Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the quarterly
and look sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer the
question. She looked very often at Anne, and Anne, thanks to Marilla's drilling, answered
promptly; but it may be questioned if she understood very much about either question or
answer.
She did not think she liked Miss Rogerson, and she felt very miserable; every other little
girl in the class had puffed sleeves. Anne felt that life was really not worth living without
puffed sleeves.
«Well, how did you like Sunday school?» Marilla wanted to know when Anne came
home. Her wreath having faded, Anne had discarded it in the lane, so Marilla was spared the
knowledge of that for a time.
«I didn't like it a bit. It was horrid.»
«Anne Shirley!» said Marilla rebukingly.
Anne sat down on the rocker with a long sigh, kissed one of Bonny's leaves, and waved
her hand to a blossoming fuchsia.
«They might have been lonesome while I was away,» she explained. «And now about
the Sunday school. I behaved well, just as you told me. Mrs. Lynde was gone, but I went
right on myself. I went into the church, with a lot of other little girls, and I sat in the corner
of a pew by the window while the opening exercises went on. Mr. Bell made an awfully
long prayer. I would have been dreadfully tired before he got through if I hadn't been sitting
by that window. But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters, so I just gazed at that
and imagined all sorts of splendid things.»
«You shouldn't have done anything of the sort. You should have listened to Mr. Bell.»
«But he wasn't talking to me,» protested Anne. «He was talking to God and he didn't
seem to be very much inter− ested in it, either. I think he thought God was too far off
though. There was long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the sunshine fell
down through them, 'way, 'way down, deep into the water. Oh, Marilla, it was like a
beautiful dream! It gave me a thrill and I just said, `Thank you for it, God,' two or three
times.»
«Not out loud, I hope,» said Marilla anxiously.
«Oh, no, just under my breath. Well, Mr. Bell did get through at last and they told me to
go into the classroom with Miss Rogerson's class. There were nine other girls in it. They all
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had puffed sleeves. I tried to imagine mine were puffed, too, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I?
It was as easy as could be to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable,
but it was awfully hard there among the others who had really truly puffs.»
«You shouldn't have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school. You should
have been attending to the lesson. I hope you knew it.»
"Oh, yes; and I answered a lot of questions. Miss Rogerson asked ever so many. I don't
think it was fair for her to do all the asking. There were lots I wanted to ask her, but I didn't
like to because I didn't think she was a kindred spirit. Then all the other little girls recited a
paraphrase. She asked me if I knew any. I told her I didn't, but I could recite, `The Dog at
His Master's Grave' if she liked. That's in the Third Royal Reader. It isn't a really truly
religious piece of poetry, but it's so sad and melancholy that it might as well be. She said it
wouldn't do and she told me to learn the nineteenth paraphrase for next Sunday. I read it
over in church afterwards and it's splendid. There are two lines in particular that just thrill
me.
"`Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell In Midian's evil day.'
I don't know what `squadrons' means nor `Midian,' either, but it sounds SO tragical. I
can hardly wait until next Sunday to recite it. I'll practice it all the week. After Sunday
school I asked Miss Rogerson – because Mrs. Lynde was too far away – to show me your
pew. I sat just as still as I could and the text was Revelations, third chapter, second and third
verses. It was a very long text. If I was a minister I'd pick the short, snappy ones. The
sermon was awfully long, too. I suppose the minister had to match it to the text. I didn't
think he was a bit interesting. The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn't enough
imagination. I didn't listen to him very much. I just let my thoughts run and I thought of the
most surprising things."
Marilla felt helplessly that all this should be sternly reproved, but she was hampered by
the undeniable fact that some of the things Anne had said, especially about the minister's
sermons and Mr. Bell's prayers, were what she herself had really thought deep down in her
heart for years, but had never given expression to. It almost seemed to her that those secret,
unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the
person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.
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CHAPTER XII − A Solemn Vow and Promise
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t was not until the next Friday that Marilla heard the story of the flower−wreathed hat.
She came home from Mrs. Lynde's and called Anne to account.
«Anne, Mrs. Rachel says you went to church last Sunday with your hat rigged out
ridiculous with roses and buttercups. What on earth put you up to such a caper? A
pretty−looking object you must have been!»
«Oh. I know pink and yellow aren't becoming to me,» began Anne.
«Becoming fiddlesticks! It was putting flowers on your hat at all, no matter what color
they were, that was ridiculous. You are the most aggravating child!»
«I don't see why it's any more ridiculous to wear flowers on your hat than on your
dress,» protested Anne. «Lots of little girls there had bouquets pinned on their dresses.
What's the difference?»
Marilla was not to be drawn from the safe concrete into dubious paths of the abstract.
«Don't answer me back like that, Anne. It was very silly of you to do such a thing.
Never let me catch you at such a trick again. Mrs. Rachel says she thought she would sink
through the floor when she come in all rigged out like that. She couldn't get near enough to
tell you to take them off till it was too late. She says people talked about it something
dreadful. Of course they would think I had no better sense than to let you go decked out like
that.»
«Oh, I'm so sorry,» said Anne, tears welling into her eyes. «I never thought you'd mind.
The roses and buttercups were so sweet and pretty I thought they'd look lovely on my hat.
Lots of the little girls had artificial flowers on their hats. I'm afraid I'm going to be a dreadful
trial to you. Maybe you'd better send me back to the asylum. That would be terrible; I don't
think I could endure it; most likely I would go into consumption; I'm so thin as it is, you see.
But that would be better than being a trial to you.»
«Nonsense,» said Marilla, vexed at herself for having made the child cry. «I don't want
to send you back to the asylum, I'm sure. All I want is that you should behave like other little
girls and not make yourself ridiculous. Don't cry any more. I've got some news for you.
Diana Barry came home this afternoon. I'm going up to see if I can borrow a skirt pattern
from Mrs. Barry, and if you like you can come with me and get acquainted with Diana.»
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Anne rose to her feet, with clasped hands, the tears still glistening on her cheeks; the
dish towel she had been hemming slipped unheeded to the floor.
«Oh, Marilla, I'm frightened – now that it has come I'm actually frightened. What if she
shouldn't like me! It would be the most tragical disappointment of my life.»
«Now, don't get into a fluster. And I do wish you wouldn't use such long words. It
sounds so funny in a little girl. I guess Diana'll like you well enough. It's her mother you've
got to reckon with. If she doesn't like you it won't matter how much Diana does. If she has
heard about your outburst to Mrs. Lynde and going to church with buttercups round your hat
I don't know what she'll think of you. You must be polite and well behaved, and don't make
any of your startling speeches. For pity's sake, if the child isn't actually trembling!»
Anne WAS trembling. Her face was pale and tense.
«Oh, Marilla, you'd be excited, too, if you were going to meet a little girl you hoped to
be your bosom friend and whose mother mightn't like you,» she said as she hastened to get
her hat.
They went over to Orchard Slope by the short cut across the brook and up the firry hill
grove. Mrs. Barry came to the kitchen door in answer to Marilla's knock. She was a tall
black−eyed, black−haired woman, with a very resolute mouth. She had the reputation of
being very strict with her children.
«How do you do, Marilla?» she said cordially. «Come in. And this is the little girl you
have adopted, I suppose?»
«Yes, this is Anne Shirley,» said Marilla.
«Spelled with an E,» gasped Anne, who, tremulous and excited as she was, was
determined there should be no misunderstanding on that important point.
Mrs. Barry, not hearing or not comprehending, merely shook hands and said kindly:
«How are you?»
«I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit, thank you ma'am,» said
Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, «There wasn't anything startling
in that, was there, Marilla?»
Diana was sitting on the sofa, reading a book which she dropped when the callers
entered. She was a very pretty little girl, with her mother's black eyes and hair, and rosy
cheeks, and the merry expression which was her inheritance from her father.
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«This is my little girl Diana,» said Mrs. Barry. «Diana, you might take Anne out into
the garden and show her your flowers. It will be better for you than straining your eyes over
that book. She reads entirely too much – » this to Marilla as the little girls went out – «and I
can't prevent her, for her father aids and abets her. She's always poring over a book. I'm glad
she has the prospect of a playmate – perhaps it will take her more out−of−doors.»
Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark
old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, gazing bashfully at each other over a clump
of gorgeous tiger lilies.
The Barry garden was a bowery wilderness of flowers which would have delighted
Anne's heart at any time less fraught with destiny. It was encircled by huge old willows and
tall firs, beneath which flourished flowers that loved the shade. Prim, right−angled paths
neatly bordered with clamshells, intersected it like moist red ribbons and in the beds
between old−fashioned flowers ran riot. There were rosy bleeding−hearts and great splendid
crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and
white columbines and lilac−tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass
and mint; purple Adam−and−Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its
delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white
musk−flowers; a garden it was where sunshine lingered and bees hummed, and winds,
beguiled into loitering, purred and rustled.
«Oh, Diana,» said Anne at last, clasping her hands and speaking almost in a whisper,
«oh, do you think you can like me a little – enough to be my bosom friend?»
Diana laughed. Diana always laughed before she spoke.
«Why, I guess so,» she said frankly. «I'm awfully glad you've come to live at Green
Gables. It will be jolly to have somebody to play with. There isn't any other girl who lives
near enough to play with, and I've no sisters big enough.»
«Will you swear to be my friend forever and ever?» demanded Anne eagerly.
Diana looked shocked.
«Why it's dreadfully wicked to swear,» she said rebukingly.
«Oh no, not my kind of swearing. There are two kinds, you know.»
«I never heard of but one kind,» said Diana doubtfully.
«There really is another. Oh, it isn't wicked at all. It just means vowing and promising
solemnly.»
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«Well, I don't mind doing that,» agreed Diana, relieved. «How do you do it?»
«We must join hands – so,» said Anne gravely. «It ought to be over running water.
We'll just imagine this path is running water. I'll repeat the oath first. I solemnly swear to be
faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, as long as the sun and moon shall endure. Now
you say it and put my name in.»
Diana repeated the «oath» with a laugh fore and aft. Then she said:
«You're a queer girl, Anne. I heard before that you were queer. But I believe I'm going
to like you real well.»
When Marilla and Anne went home Diana went with them as for as the log bridge. The
two little girls walked with their arms about each other. At the brook they parted with many
promises to spend the next afternoon together.
«Well, did you find Diana a kindred spirit?» asked Marilla as they went up through the
garden of Green Gables.
«Oh yes,» sighed Anne, blissfully unconscious of any sarcasm on Marilla's part. «Oh
Marilla, I'm the happiest girl on Prince Edward Island this very moment. I assure you I'll say
my prayers with a right good−will tonight. Diana and I are going to build a playhouse in Mr.
William Bell's birch grove tomorrow. Can I have those broken pieces of china that are out in
the woodshed? Diana's birthday is in February and mine is in March. Don't you think that is
a very strange coincidence? Diana is going to lend me a book to read. She says it's perfectly
splendid and tremendously exciting. She's going to show me a place back in the woods
where rice lilies grow. Don't you think Diana has got very soulful eyes? I wish I had soulful
eyes. Diana is going to teach me to sing a song called `Nelly in the Hazel Dell.' She's going
to give me a picture to put up in my room; it's a perfectly beautiful picture, she says – a
lovely lady in a pale blue silk dress. A sewing−machine agent gave it to her. I wish I had
something to give Diana. I'm an inch taller than Diana, but she is ever so much fatter; she
says she'd like to be thin because it's so much more graceful, but I'm afraid she only said it to
soothe my feelings. We're going to the shore some day to gather shells. We have agreed to
call the spring down by the log bridge the Dryad's Bubble. Isn't that a perfectly elegant
name? I read a story once about a spring called that. A dryad is sort of a grown−up fairy, I
think.»
«Well, all I hope is you won't talk Diana to death,» said Marilla. «But remember this in
all your planning, Anne. You're not going to play all the time nor most of it. You'll have
your work to do and it'll have to be done first.»
Anne's cup of happiness was full, and Matthew caused it to overflow. He had just got
home from a trip to the store at Carmody, and he sheepishly produced a small parcel from
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his pocket and handed it to Anne, with a deprecatory look at Marilla.
«I heard you say you liked chocolate sweeties, so I got you some,» he said.
«Humph,» sniffed Marilla. «It'll ruin her teeth and stomach. There, there, child, don't
look so dismal. You can eat those, since Matthew has gone and got them. He'd better have
brought you peppermints. They're wholesomer. Don't sicken yourself eating all them at once
now.»
«Oh, no, indeed, I won't,» said Anne eagerly. «I'll just eat one tonight, Marilla. And I
can give Diana half of them, can't I? The other half will taste twice as sweet to me if I give
some to her. It's delightful to think I have something to give her.»
«I will say it for the child,» said Marilla when Anne had gone to her gable, «she isn't
stingy. I'm glad, for of all faults I detest stinginess in a child. Dear me, it's only three weeks
since she came, and it seems as if she'd been here always. I can't imagine the place without
her. Now, don't be looking I told−you−so, Matthew. That's bad enough in a woman, but it
isn't to be endured in a man. I'm perfectly willing to own up that I'm glad I consented to keep
the child and that I'm getting fond of her, but don't you rub it in, Matthew Cuthbert.»
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CHAPTER XIII − The Delights of Anticipation
«I
t's time Anne was in to do her sewing,» said Marilla, glancing at the clock and then
out into the yellow August afternoon where everything drowsed in the heat. «She stayed
playing with Diana more than half an hour more'n I gave her leave to; and now she's perched
out there on the woodpile talking to Matthew, nineteen to the dozen, when she knows
perfectly well she ought to be at her work. And of course he's listening to her like a perfect
ninny. I never saw such an infatuated man. The more she talks and the odder the things she
says, the more he's delighted evidently. Anne Shirley, you come right in here this minute, do
you hear me!»
A series of staccato taps on the west window brought Anne flying in from the yard, eyes
shining, cheeks faintly flushed with pink, unbraided hair streaming behind her in a torrent of
brightness.
«Oh, Marilla,» she exclaimed breathlessly, «there's going to be a Sunday−school picnic
next week – in Mr. Harmon Andrews's field, right near the lake of Shining Waters. And
Mrs. Superintendent Bell and Mrs. Rachel Lynde are going to make ice cream – think of it,
Marilla – ICE CREAM! And, oh, Marilla, can I go to it?»
«Just look at the clock, if you please, Anne. What time did I tell you to come in?»
«Two o'clock – but isn't it splendid about the picnic, Marilla? Please can I go? Oh, I've
never been to a picnic – I've dreamed of picnics, but I've never – »
«Yes, I told you to come at two o'clock. And it's a quarter to three. I'd like to know why
you didn't obey me, Anne.»
«Why, I meant to, Marilla, as much as could be. But you have no idea how fascinating
Idlewild is. And then, of course, I had to tell Matthew about the picnic. Matthew is such a
sympathetic listener. Please can I go?»
«You'll have to learn to resist the fascination of Idlewhatever− you−call−it. When I tell
you to come in at a certain time I mean that time and not half an hour later. And you needn't
stop to discourse with sympathetic listeners on your way, either. As for the picnic, of course
you can go. You're a Sunday−school scholar, and it's not likely I'd refuse to let you go when
all the other little girls are going.»
«But – but,» faltered Anne, «Diana says that everybody must take a basket of things to
eat. I can't cook, as you know, Marilla, and – and – I don't mind going to a picnic without
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puffed sleeves so much, but I'd feel terribly humiliated if I had to go without a basket. It's
been preying on my mind ever since Diana told me.»
«Well, it needn't prey any longer. I'll bake you a basket.»
«Oh, you dear good Marilla. Oh, you are so kind to me. Oh, I'm so much obliged to
you.»
Getting through with her «ohs» Anne cast herself into Marilla's arms and rapturously
kissed her sallow cheek. It was the first time in her whole life that childish lips had
voluntarily touched Marilla's face. Again that sudden sensation of startling sweetness
thrilled her. She was secretly vastly pleased at Anne's impulsive caress, which was probably
the reason why she said brusquely:
«There, there, never mind your kissing nonsense. I'd sooner see you doing strictly as
you're told. As for cooking, I mean to begin giving you lessons in that some of these days.
But you're so featherbrained, Anne, I've been waiting to see if you'd sober down a little and
learn to be steady before I begin. You've got to keep your wits about you in cooking and not
stop in the middle of things to let your thoughts rove all over creation. Now, get out your
patchwork and have your square done before teatime.»
«I do NOT like patchwork,» said Anne dolefully, hunting out her workbasket and
sitting down before a little heap of red and white diamonds with a sigh. «I think some kinds
of sewing would be nice; but there's no scope for imagination in patchwork. It's just one
little seam after another and you never seem to be getting anywhere. But of course I'd rather
be Anne of Green Gables sewing patchwork than Anne of any other place with nothing to do
but play. I wish time went as quick sewing patches as it does when I'm playing with Diana,
though. Oh, we do have such elegant times, Marilla. I have to furnish most of the
imagination, but I'm well able to do that. Diana is simply perfect in every other way. You
know that little piece of land across the brook that runs up between our farm and Mr.
Barry's. It belongs to Mr. William Bell, and right in the corner there is a little ring of white
birch trees – the most romantic spot, Marilla. Diana and I have our playhouse there. We call
it Idlewild. Isn't that a poetical name? I assure you it took me some time to think it out. I
stayed awake nearly a whole night before I invented it. Then, just as I was dropping off to
sleep, it came like an inspiration. Diana was ENRAPTURED when she heard it. We have
got our house fixed up elegantly. You must come and see it, Marilla – won't you? We have
great big stones, all covered with moss, for seats, and boards from tree to tree for shelves.
And we have all our dishes on them. Of course, they're all broken but it's the easiest thing in
the world to imagine that they are whole. There's a piece of a plate with a spray of red and
yellow ivy on it that is especially beautiful. We keep it in the parlor and we have the fairy
glass there, too. The fairy glass is as lovely as a dream. Diana found it out in the woods
behind their chicken house. It's all full of rainbows – just little young rainbows that haven't
grown big yet – and Diana's mother told her it was broken off a hanging lamp they once had.
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But it's nice to imagine the fairies lost it one night when they had a ball, so we call it the
fairy glass. Matthew is going to make us a table. Oh, we have named that little round pool
over in Mr. Barry's field Willowmere. I got that name out of the book Diana lent me. That
was a thrilling book, Marilla. The heroine had five lovers. I'd be satisfied with one, wouldn't
you? She was very handsome and she went through great tribulations. She could faint as
easy as anything. I'd love to be able to faint, wouldn't you, Marilla? It's so romantic. But I'm
really very healthy for all I'm so thin. I believe I'm getting fatter, though. Don't you think I
am? I look at my elbows every morning when I get up to see if any dimples are coming.
Diana is having a new dress made with elbow sleeves. She is going to wear it to the picnic.
Oh, I do hope it will be fine next Wednesday. I don't feel that I could endure the
disappointment if anything happened to prevent me from getting to the picnic. I suppose I'd
live through it, but I'm certain it would be a lifelong sorrow. It wouldn't matter if I got to a
hundred picnics in after years; they wouldn't make up for missing this one. They're going to
have boats on the Lake of Shining Waters – and ice cream, as I told you. I have never tasted
ice cream. Diana tried to explain what it was like, but I guess ice cream is one of those
things that are beyond imagination.»
«Anne, you have talked even on for ten minutes by the clock,» said Marilla. «Now, just
for curiosity's sake, see if you can hold your tongue for the same length of time.»
Anne held her tongue as desired. But for the rest of the week she talked picnic and
thought picnic and dreamed picnic. On Saturday it rained and she worked herself up into
such a frantic state lest it should keep on raining until and over Wednesday that Marilla
made her sew an extra patchwork square by way of steadying her nerves.
On Sunday Anne confided to Marilla on the way home from church that she grew
actually cold all over with excitement when the minister announced the picnic from the
pulpit.
«Such a thrill as went up and down my back, Marilla! I don't think I'd ever really
believed until then that there was honestly going to be a picnic. I couldn't help fearing I'd
only imagined it. But when a minister says a thing in the pulpit you just have to believe it.»
«You set your heart too much on things, Anne,» said Marilla, with a sigh. «I'm afraid
there'll be a great many disappointments in store for you through life.»
«Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,» exclaimed Anne.
«You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of
looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, `Blessed are they who expect nothing for they
shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be
disappointed.»
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Marilla wore her amethyst brooch to church that day as usual. Marilla always wore her
amethyst brooch to church. She would have thought it rather sacrilegious to leave it off – as
bad as forgetting her Bible or her collection dime. That amethyst brooch was Marilla's most
treasured possession. A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had
bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old−fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother's
hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts. Marilla knew too little about precious
stones to realize how fine the amethysts actually were; but she thought them very beautiful
and was always pleasantly conscious of their violet shimmer at her throat, above her good
brown satin dress, even although she could not see it.
Anne had been smitten with delighted admiration when she first saw that brooch.
«Oh, Marilla, it's a perfectly elegant brooch. I don't know how you can pay attention to
the sermon or the prayers when you have it on. I couldn't, I know. I think amethysts are just
sweet. They are what I used to think diamonds were like. Long ago, before I had ever seen a
diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like. I thought they
would be lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a lady's ring one
day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a
diamond. Will you let me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think amethysts
can be the souls of good violets?»
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CHAPTER XIV − Anne's Confession
O
N the Monday evening before the picnic Marilla came down from her room with a
troubled face.
«Anne,» she said to that small personage, who was shelling peas by the spotless table
and singing, «Nelly of the Hazel Dell» with a vigor and expression that did credit to Diana's
teaching, «did you see anything of my amethyst brooch? I thought I stuck it in my
pincushion when I came home from church yesterday evening, but I can't find it anywhere.»
«I – I saw it this afternoon when you were away at the Aid Society,» said Anne, a little
slowly. «I was passing your door when I saw it on the cushion, so I went in to look at it.»
«Did you touch it?» said Marilla sternly.
«Y−e−e−s,» admitted Anne, «I took it up and I pinned it on my breast just to see how it
would look.»
«You had no business to do anything of the sort. It's very wrong in a little girl to
meddle. You shouldn't have gone into my room in the first place and you shouldn't have
touched a brooch that didn't belong to you in the second. Where did you put it?»
«Oh, I put it back on the bureau. I hadn't it on a minute. Truly, I didn't mean to meddle,
Marilla. I didn't think about its being wrong to go in and try on the brooch; but I see now
that it was and I'll never do it again. That's one good thing about me. I never do the same
naughty thing twice.»
«You didn't put it back,» said Marilla. «That brooch isn't anywhere on the bureau.
You've taken it out or something, Anne.»
«I did put it back,» said Anne quickly – pertly, Marilla thought. «I don't just remember
whether I stuck it on the pincushion or laid it in the china tray. But I'm perfectly certain I put
it back.»
«I'll go and have another look,» said Marilla, determining to be just. «If you put that
brooch back it's there still. If it isn't I'll know you didn't, that's all!»
Marilla went to her room and made a thorough search, not only over the bureau but in
every other place she thought the brooch might possibly be. It was not to be found and she
returned to the kitchen.
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«Anne, the brooch is gone. By your own admission you were the last person to handle
it. Now, what have you done with it? Tell me the truth at once. Did you take it out and lose
it?»
«No, I didn't,» said Anne solemnly, meeting Marilla's angry gaze squarely. «I never
took the brooch out of your room and that is the truth, if I was to be led to the block for it –
although I'm not very certain what a block is. So there, Marilla.»
Anne's «so there» was only intended to emphasize her assertion, but Marilla took it as a
display of defiance.
«I believe you are telling me a falsehood, Anne,» she said sharply. «I know you are.
There now, don't say anything more unless you are prepared to tell the whole truth. Go to
your room and stay there until you are ready to confess.»
«Will I take the peas with me?» said Anne meekly.
«No, I'll finish shelling them myself. Do as I bid you.»
When Anne had gone Marilla went about her evening tasks in a very disturbed state of
mind. She was worried about her valuable brooch. What if Anne had lost it? And how
wicked of the child to deny having taken it, when anybody could see she must have! With
such an innocent face, too!
«I don't know what I wouldn't sooner have had happen,» thought Marilla, as she
nervously shelled the peas. «Of course, I don't suppose she meant to steal it or anything like
that. She's just taken it to play with or help along that imagination of hers. She must have
taken it, that's clear, for there hasn't been a soul in that room since she was in it, by her own
story, until I went up tonight. And the brooch is gone, there's nothing surer. I suppose she
has lost it and is afraid to own up for fear she'll be punished. It's a dreadful thing to think she
tells falsehoods. It's a far worse thing than her fit of temper. It's a fearful responsibility to
have a child in your house you can't trust. Slyness and untruthfulness – that's what she has
displayed. I declare I feel worse about that than about the brooch. If she'd only have told the
truth about it I wouldn't mind so much.»
Marilla went to her room at intervals all through the evening and searched for the
brooch, without finding it. A bedtime visit to the east gable produced no result. Anne
persisted in denying that she knew anything about the brooch but Marilla was only the more
firmly convinced that she did.
She told Matthew the story the next morning. Matthew was confounded and puzzled; he
could not so quickly lose faith in Anne but he had to admit that circumstances were against
her.
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«You're sure it hasn't fell down behind the bureau?» was the only suggestion he could
offer.
«I've moved the bureau and I've taken out the drawers and I've looked in every crack
and cranny» was Marilla's positive answer. «The brooch is gone and that child has taken it
and lied about it. That's the plain, ugly truth, Matthew Cuthbert, and we might as well look it
in the face.»
«Well now, what are you going to do about it?» Matthew asked forlornly, feeling
secretly thankful that Marilla and not he had to deal with the situation. He felt no desire to
put his oar in this time.
«She'll stay in her room until she confesses,» said Marilla grimly, remembering the
success of this method in the former case. «Then we'll see. Perhaps we'll be able to find the
brooch if she'll only tell where she took it; but in any case she'll have to be severely
punished, Matthew.»
«Well now, you'll have to punish her,» said Matthew, reaching for his hat. «I've nothing
to do with it, remember. You warned me off yourself.»
Marilla felt deserted by everyone. She could not even go to Mrs. Lynde for advice. She
went up to the east gable with a very serious face and left it with a face more serious still.
Anne steadfastly refused to confess. She persisted in asserting that she had not taken the
brooch. The child had evidently been crying and Marilla felt a pang of pity which she sternly
repressed. By night she was, as she expressed it, «beat out.»
«You'll stay in this room until you confess, Anne. You can make up your mind to that,»
she said firmly.
«But the picnic is tomorrow, Marilla,» cried Anne. «You won't keep me from going to
that, will you? You'll just let me out for the afternoon, won't you? Then I'll stay here as long
as you like AFTERWARDS cheerfully. But I MUST go to the picnic.»
«You'll not go to picnics nor anywhere else until you've confessed, Anne.»
«Oh, Marilla,» gasped Anne.
But Marilla had gone out and shut the door.
Wednesday morning dawned as bright and fair as if expressly made to order for the
picnic. Birds sang around Green Gables; the Madonna lilies in the garden sent out whiffs of
perfume that entered in on viewless winds at every door and window, and wandered through
halls and rooms like spirits of benediction. The birches in the hollow waved joyful hands as
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if watching for Anne's usual morning greeting from the east gable. But Anne was not at her
window. When Marilla took her breakfast up to her she found the child sitting primly on her
bed, pale and resolute, with tight−shut lips and gleaming eyes.
«Marilla, I'm ready to confess.»
«Ah!» Marilla laid down her tray. Once again her method had succeeded; but her
success was very bitter to her. «Let me hear what you have to say then, Anne.»
«I took the amethyst brooch,» said Anne, as if repeating a lesson she had learned. «I
took it just as you said. I didn't mean to take it when I went in. But it did look so beautiful,
Marilla, when I pinned it on my breast that I was overcome by an irresistible temptation. I
imagined how perfectly thrilling it would be to take it to Idlewild and play I was the Lady
Cordelia Fitzgerald. It would be so much easier to imagine I was the Lady Cordelia if I had a
real amethyst brooch on. Diana and I make necklaces of roseberries but what are roseberries
compared to amethysts? So I took the brooch. I thought I could put it back before you came
home. I went all the way around by the road to lengthen out the time. When I was going
over the bridge across the Lake of Shining Waters I took the brooch off to have another look
at it. Oh, how it did shine in the sunlight! And then, when I was leaning over the bridge, it
just slipped through my fingers – so – and went down – down – down, all purplysparkling,
and sank forevermore beneath the Lake of Shining Waters. And that's the best I can do at
confessing, Marilla.»
Marilla felt hot anger surge up into her heart again. This child had taken and lost her
treasured amethyst brooch and now sat there calmly reciting the details thereof without the
least apparent compunction or repentance.
«Anne, this is terrible,» she said, trying to speak calmly. «You are the very wickedest
girl I ever heard of»
«Yes, I suppose I am,» agreed Anne tranquilly. «And I know I'll have to be punished.
It'll be your duty to punish me, Marilla. Won't you please get it over right off because I'd like
to go to the picnic with nothing on my mind.»
«Picnic, indeed! You'll go to no picnic today, Anne Shirley. That shall be your
punishment. And it isn't half severe enough either for what you've done!»
«Not go to the picnic!» Anne sprang to her feet and clutched Marilla's hand. «But you
PROMISED me I might! Oh, Marilla, I must go to the picnic. That was why I confessed.
Punish me any way you like but that. Oh, Marilla, please, please, let me go to the picnic.
Think of the ice cream! For anything you know I may never have a chance to taste ice cream
again.»
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Marilla disengaged Anne's clinging hands stonily.
«You needn't plead, Anne. You are not going to the picnic and that's final. No, not a
word.»
Anne realized that Marilla was not to be moved. She clasped her hands together, gave a
piercing shriek, and then flung herself face downward on the bed, crying and writhing in an
utter abandonment of disappointment and despair.
«For the land's sake!» gasped Marilla, hastening from the room. «I believe the child is
crazy. No child in her senses would behave as she does. If she isn't she's utterly bad. Oh
dear, I'm afraid Rachel was right from the first. But I've put my hand to the plow and I won't
look back.»
That was a dismal morning. Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and
the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch
needed it – but Marilla did. Then she went out and raked the yard.
When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear−stained face
appeared, looking tragically over the banisters.
«Come down to your dinner, Anne.»
«I don't want any dinner, Marilla,» said Anne, sobbingly. «I couldn't eat anything. My
heart is broken. You'll feel remorse of conscience someday, I expect, for breaking it,
Marilla, but I forgive you. Remember when the time comes that I forgive you. But please
don't ask me to eat anything, especially boiled pork and greens. Boiled pork and greens are
so unromantic when one is in affliction.»
Exasperated, Marilla returned to the kitchen and poured out her tale of woe to Matthew,
who, between his sense of justice and his unlawful sympathy with Anne, was a miserable
man.
«Well now, she shouldn't have taken the brooch, Marilla, or told stories about it,» he
admitted, mournfuly surveying his plateful of unromantic pork and greens as if he, like
Anne, thought it a food unsuited to crises of feeling, «but she's such a little thing – such an
interesting little thing. Don't you think it's pretty rough not to let her go to the picnic when
she's so set on it?»
«Matthew Cuthbert, I'm amazed at you. I think I've let her off entirely too easy. And she
doesn't appear to realize how wicked she's been at all – that's what worries me most. If she'd
really felt sorry it wouldn't be so bad. And you don't seem to realize it, neither; you're
making excuses for her all the time to yourself – I can see that.»
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«Well now, she's such a little thing,» feebly reiterated Matthew. «And there should be
allowances made, Marilla. You know she's never had any bringing up.»
«Well, she's having it now» retorted Marilla.
The retort silenced Matthew if it did not convince him. That dinner was a very dismal
meal. The only cheerful thing about it was Jerry Buote, the hired boy, and Marilla resented
his cheerfulness as a personal insult.
When her dishes were washed and her bread sponge set and her hens fed Marilla
remembered that she had noticed a small rent in her best black lace shawl when she had
taken it off on Monday afternoon on returning from the Ladies' Aid.
She would go and mend it. The shawl was in a box in her trunk. As Marilla lifted it out,
the sunlight, falling through the vines that clustered thickly about the window, struck upon
something caught in the shawl – something that glittered and sparkled in facets of violet
light. Marilla snatched at it with a gasp. It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a thread of
the lace by its catch!
«Dear life and heart,» said Marilla blankly, «what does this mean? Here's my brooch
safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry's pond. Whatever did that girl mean
by saying she took it and lost it? I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched. I remember
now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I laid it on the bureau for a minute. I
suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow. Well!»
Marilla betook herself to the east gable, brooch in hand. Anne had cried herself out and
was sitting dejectedly by the window.
«Anne Shirley,» said Marilla solemnly, «I've just found my brooch hanging to my black
lace shawl. Now I want to know what that rigmarole you told me this morning meant.»
«Why, you said you'd keep me here until I confessed,» returned Anne wearily, «and so I
decided to confess because I was bound to get to the picnic. I thought out a confession last
night after I went to bed and made it as interesting as I could. And I said it over and over so
that I wouldn't forget it. But you wouldn't let me go to the picnic after all, so all my trouble
was wasted.»
Marilla had to laugh in spite of herself. But her conscience pricked her.
«Anne, you do beat all! But I was wrong – I see that now. I shouldn't have doubted your
word when I'd never known you to tell a story. Of course, it wasn't right for you to confess
to a thing you hadn't done – it was very wrong to do so. But I drove you to it. So if you'll
forgive me, Anne, I'll forgive you and we'll start square again. And now get yourself ready
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for the picnic.»
Anne flew up like a rocket.
«Oh, Marilla, isn't it too late?»
«No, it's only two o'clock. They won't be more than well gathered yet and it'll be an
hour before they have tea. Wash your face and comb your hair and put on your gingham. I'll
fill a basket for you. There's plenty of stuff baked in the house. And I'll get Jerry to hitch up
the sorrel and drive you down to the picnic ground.»
«Oh, Marilla,» exclaimed Anne, flying to the washstand. «Five minutes ago I was so
miserable I was wishing I'd never been born and now I wouldn't change places with an
angel!»
That night a thoroughly happy, completely tired−out Anne returned to Green Gables in
a state of beatification impossible to describe.
«Oh, Marilla, I've had a perfectly scrumptious time. Scrumptious is a new word I
learned today. I heard Mary Alice Bell use it. Isn't it very expressive? Everything was
lovely. We had a splendid tea and then Mr. Harmon Andrews took us all for a row on the
Lake of Shining Waters – six of us at a time. And Jane Andrews nearly fell overboard. She
was leaning out to pick water lilies and if Mr. Andrews hadn't caught her by her sash just in
the nick of time she'd fallen in and prob'ly been drowned. I wish it had been me. It would
have been such a romantic experience to have been nearly drowned. It would be such a
thrilling tale to tell. And we had the ice cream. Words fail me to describe that ice cream.
Marilla, I assure you it was sublime.»
That evening Marilla told the whole story to Matthew over her stocking basket.
«I'm willing to own up that I made a mistake,» she concluded candidly, «but I've
learned a lesson. I have to laugh when I think of Anne's `confession,' although I suppose I
shouldn't for it really was a falsehood. But it doesn't seem as bad as the other would have
been, somehow, and anyhow I'm responsible for it. That child is hard to understand in some
respects. But I believe she'll turn out all right yet. And there's one thing certain, no house
will ever be dull that she's in.»
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CHAPTER XV − A Tempest in the School Teapot
«W
hat a splendid day!» said Anne, drawing a long breath. «Isn't it good just to be
alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have
good days, of course, but they can never have this one. And it's splendider still to have such
a lovely way to go to school by, isn't it?»
«It's a lot nicer than going round by the road; that is so dusty and hot,» said Diana
practically, peeping into her dinner basket and mentally calculating if the three juicy,
toothsome, raspberry tarts reposing there were divided among ten girls how many bites each
girl would have.
The little girls of Avonlea school always pooled their lunches, and to eat three raspberry
tarts all alone or even to share them only with one's best chum would have forever and ever
branded as «awful mean» the girl who did it. And yet, when the tarts were divided among
ten girls you just got enough to tantalize you.
The way Anne and Diana went to school WAS a pretty one. Anne thought those walks
to and from school with Diana couldn't be improved upon even by imagination. Going
around by the main road would have been so unromantic; but to go by Lover's Lane and
Willowmere and Violet Vale and the Birch Path was romantic, if ever anything was.
Lover's Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and stretched far up into
the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm. It was the way by which the cows were taken to
the back pasture and the wood hauled home in winter. Anne had named it Lover's Lane
before she had been a month at Green Gables.
«Not that lovers ever really walk there,» she explained to Marilla, «but Diana and I are
reading a perfectly magnificent book and there's a Lover's Lane in it. So we want to have
one, too. And it's a very pretty name, don't you think? So romantic! We can't imagine the
lovers into it, you know. I like that lane because you can think out loud there without people
calling you crazy.»
Anne, starting out alone in the morning, went down Lover's Lane as far as the brook.
Here Diana met her, and the two little girls went on up the lane under the leafy arch of
maples – «maples are such sociable trees,» said Anne; «they're always rustling and
whispering to you» – until they came to a rustic bridge. Then they left the lane and walked
through Mr. Barry's back field and past Willowmere. Beyond Willowmere came Violet Vale
– a little green dimple in the shadow of Mr. Andrew Bell's big woods. «Of course there are
no violets there now,» Anne told Marilla, «but Diana says there are millions of them in
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spring. Oh, Marilla, can't you just imagine you see them? It actually takes away my breath. I
named it Violet Vale. Diana says she never saw the beat of me for hitting on fancy names
for places. It's nice to be clever at something, isn't it? But Diana named the Birch Path. She
wanted to, so I let her; but I'm sure I could have found something more poetical than plain
Birch Path. Anybody can think of a name like that. But the Birch Path is one of the prettiest
places in the world, Marilla.»
It was. Other people besides Anne thought so when they stumbled on it. It was a little
narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill straight through Mr. Bell's woods,
where the light came down sifted through so many emerald screens that it was as flawless as
the heart of a diamond. It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white
stemmed and lissom boughed; ferns and starflowers and wild lilies−of−the−valley and
scarlet tufts of pigeonberries grew thickly along it; and always there was a delightful
spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the
trees overhead. Now and then you might see a rabbit skipping across the road if you were
quiet – which, with Anne and Diana, happened about once in a blue moon. Down in the
valley the path came out to the main road and then it was just up the spruce hill to the
school.
The Avonlea school was a whitewashed building, low in the eaves and wide in the
windows, furnished inside with comfortable substantial old−fashioned desks that opened and
shut, and were carved all over their lids with the initials and hieroglyphics of three
generations of school children. The schoolhouse was set back from the road and behind it
was a dusky fir wood and a brook where all the children put their bottles of milk in the
morning to keep cool and sweet until dinner hour.
Marilla had seen Anne start off to school on the first day of September with many secret
misgivings. Anne was such an odd girl. How would she get on with the other children? And
how on earth would she ever manage to hold her tongue during school hours?
Things went better than Marilla feared, however. Anne came home that evening in high
spirits.
«I think I'm going to like school here,» she announced. «I don't think much of the
master, through. He's all the time curling his mustache and making eyes at Prissy Andrews.
Prissy is grown up, you know. She's sixteen and she's studying for the entrance examination
into Queen's Academy at Charlottetown next year. Tillie Boulter says the master is DEAD
GONE on her. She's got a beautiful complexion and curly brown hair and she does it up so
elegantly. She sits in the long seat at the back and he sits there, too, most of the time – to
explain her lessons, he says. But Ruby Gillis says she saw him writing something on her
slate and when Prissy read it she blushed as red as a beet and giggled; and Ruby Gillis says
she doesn't believe it had anything to do with the lesson.»
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«Anne Shirley, don't let me hear you talking about your teacher in that way again,» said
Marilla sharply. «You don't go to school to criticize the master. I guess he can teach YOU
something, and it's your business to learn. And I want you to understand right off that you
are not to come home telling tales about him. That is something I won't encourage. I hope
you were a good girl.»
«Indeed I was,» said Anne comfortably. «It wasn't so hard as you might imagine, either.
I sit with Diana. Our seat is right by the window and we can look down to the Lake of
Shining Waters. There are a lot of nice girls in school and we had scrumptious fun playing at
dinnertime. It's so nice to have a lot of little girls to play with. But of course I like Diana best
and always will. I ADORE Diana. I'm dreadfully far behind the others. They're all in the
fifth book and I'm only in the fourth. I feel that it's kind of a disgrace. But there's not one of
them has such an imagination as I have and I soon found that out. We had reading and
geography and Canadian history and dictation today. Mr. Phillips said my spelling was
disgraceful and he held up my slate so that everybody could see it, all marked over. I felt so
mortified, Marilla; he might have been politer to a stranger, I think. Ruby Gillis gave me an
apple and Sophia Sloane lent me a lovely pink card with `May I see you home?' on it. I'm to
give it back to her tomorrow. And Tillie Boulter let me wear her bead ring all the afternoon.
Can I have some of those pearl beads off the old pincushion in the garret to make myself a
ring? And oh, Marilla, Jane Andrews told me that Minnie MacPherson told her that she
heard Prissy Andrews tell Sara Gillis that I had a very pretty nose. Marilla, that is the first
compliment I have ever had in my life and you can't imagine what a strange feeling it gave
me. Marilla, have I really a pretty nose? I know you'll tell me the truth.»
«Your nose is well enough,» said Marilla shortly. Secretly she thought Anne's nose was
a remarkable pretty one; but she had no intention of telling her so.
That was three weeks ago and all had gone smoothly so far. And now, this crisp
September morning, Anne and Diana were tripping blithely down the Birch Path, two of the
happiest little girls in Avonlea.
«I guess Gilbert Blythe will be in school today,» said Diana. «He's been visiting his
cousins over in New Brunswick all summer and he only came home Saturday night. He's
AW'FLY handsome, Anne. And he teases the girls something terrible. He just torments our
lives out.»
Diana's voice indicated that she rather liked having her life tormented out than not.
«Gilbert Blythe?» said Anne. «Isn't his name that's written up on the porch wall with
Julia Bell's and a big `Take Notice' over them?»
«Yes,» said Diana, tossing her head, «but I'm sure he doesn't like Julia Bell so very
much. I've heard him say he studied the multiplication table by her freckles.»
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«Oh, don't speak about freckles to me,» implored Anne. «It isn't delicate when I've got
so many. But I do think that writing take−notices up on the wall about the boys and girls is
the silliest ever. I should just like to see anybody dare to write my name up with a boy's.
Not, of course,» she hastened to add, «that anybody would.»
Anne sighed. She didn't want her name written up. But it was a little humiliating to
know that there was no danger of it.
«Nonsense,» said Diana, whose black eyes and glossy tresses had played such havoc
with the hearts of Avonlea schoolboys that her name figured on the porch walls in half a
dozen take−notices. «It's only meant as a joke. And don't you be too sure your name won't
ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother – his
MOTHER, mind you – that you were the smartest girl in school. That's better than being
good looking.»
«No, it isn't,» said Anne, feminine to the core. «I'd rather be pretty than clever. And I
hate Charlie Sloane, I can't bear a boy with goggle eyes. If anyone wrote my name up with
his I'd never GET over it, Diana Barry. But it IS nice to keep head of your class.»
«You'll have Gilbert in your class after this,» said Diana, «and he's used to being head
of his class, I can tell you. He's only in the fourth book although he's nearly fourteen. Four
years ago his father was sick and had to go out to Alberta for his health and Gilbert went
with him. They were there three years and Gil didn't go to school hardly any until they came
back. You won't find it so easy to keep head after this, Anne.»
«I'm glad,» said Anne quickly. «I couldn't really feel proud of keeping head of little
boys and girls of just nine or ten. I got up yesterday spelling `ebullition.' Josie Pye was head
and, mind you, she peeped in her book. Mr. Phillips didn't see her – he was looking at Prissy
Andrews – but I did. I just swept her a look of freezing scorn and she got as red as a beet and
spelled it wrong after all.»
«Those Pye girls are cheats all round,» said Diana indignantly, as they climbed the
fence of the main road. «Gertie Pye actually went and put her milk bottle in my place in the
brook yesterday. Did you ever? I don't speak to her now.»
When Mr. Phillips was in the back of the room hearing Prissy Andrews's Latin, Diana
whispered to Anne,
«That's Gilbert Blythe sitting right across the aisle from you, Anne. Just look at him and
see if you don't think he's handsome.»
Anne looked accordingly. She had a good chance to do so, for the said Gilbert Blythe
was absorbed in stealthily pinning the long yellow braid of Ruby Gillis, who sat in front of
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him, to the back of her seat. He was a tall boy, with curly brown hair, roguish hazel eyes,
and a mouth twisted into a teasing smile. Presently Ruby Gillis started up to take a sum to
the master; she fell back into her seat with a little shriek, believing that her hair was pulled
out by the roots. Everybody looked at her and Mr. Phillips glared so sternly that Ruby began
to cry. Gilbert had whisked the pin out of sight and was studying his history with the
soberest face in the world; but when the commotion subsided he looked at Anne and winked
with inexpressible drollery.
«I think your Gilbert Blythe IS handsome,» confided Anne to Diana, «but I think he's
very bold. It isn't good manners to wink at a strange girl.»
But it was not until the afternoon that things really began to happen.
Mr. Phillips was back in the corner explaining a problem in algebra to Prissy Andrews
and the rest of the scholars were doing pretty much as they pleased eating green apples,
whispering, drawing pictures on their slates, and driving crickets harnessed to strings, up
and down aisle. Gilbert Blythe was trying to make Anne Shirley look at him and failing
utterly, because Anne was at that moment totally oblivious not only to the very existence of
Gilbert Blythe, but of every other scholar in Avonlea school itself. With her chin propped on
her hands and her eyes fixed on the blue glimpse of the Lake of Shining Waters that the west
window afforded, she was far away in a gorgeous dreamland hearing and seeing nothing
save her own wonderful visions.
Gilbert Blythe wasn't used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting
with failure. She SHOULD look at him, that red−haired Shirley girl with the little pointed
chin and the big eyes that weren't like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school.
Gilbert reached across the aisle, picked up the end of Anne's long red braid, held it out
at arm's length and said in a piercing whisper:
«Carrots! Carrots!»
Then Anne looked at him with a vengeance!
She did more than look. She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into cureless
ruin. She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly
quenched in equally angry tears.
«You mean, hateful boy!» she exclaimed passionately. «How dare you!»
And then – thwack! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it –
slate not head – clear across.
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Avonlea school always enjoyed a scene. This was an especially enjoyable one.
Everybody said «Oh» in horrified delight. Diana gasped. Ruby Gillis, who was inclined to
be hysterical, began to cry. Tommy Sloane let his team of crickets escape him altogether
while he stared open−mouthed at the tableau.
Mr. Phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily on Anne's shoulder.
«Anne Shirley, what does this mean?» he said angrily. Anne returned no answer. It was
asking too much of flesh and blood to expect her to tell before the whole school that she had
been called «carrots.» Gilbert it was who spoke up stoutly.
«It was my fault Mr. Phillips. I teased her.»
Mr. Phillips paid no heed to Gilbert.
«I am sorry to see a pupil of mine displaying such a temper and such a vindictive
spirit,» he said in a solemn tone, as if the mere fact of being a pupil of his ought to root out
all evil passions from the hearts of small imperfect mortals. «Anne, go and stand on the
platform in front of the blackboard for the rest of the afternoon.»
Anne would have infinitely preferred a whipping to this punishment under which her
sensitive spirit quivered as from a whiplash. With a white, set face she obeyed. Mr. Phillips
took a chalk crayon and wrote on the blackboard above her head.
«Ann Shirley has a very bad temper. Ann Shirley must learn to control her temper,» and
then read it out loud so that even the primer class, who couldn't read writing, should
understand it.
Anne stood there the rest of the afternoon with that legend above her. She did not cry or
hang her head. Anger was still too hot in her heart for that and it sustained her amid all her
agony of humiliation. With resentful eyes and passion−red cheeks she confronted alike
Diana's sympathetic gaze and Charlie Sloane's indignant nods and Josie Pye's malicious
smiles. As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him. She would NEVER look at
him again! She would never speak to him!!
When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert
Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door.
«I'm awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,» he whispered contritely. «Honest I
am. Don't be mad for keeps, now»
Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. «Oh how could you,
Anne?» breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly.
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Diana felt that SHE could never have resisted Gilbert's plea.
«I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe,» said Anne firmly. «And Mr. Phillips spelled my
name without an e, too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana.»
Diana hadn't the least idea what Anne meant but she understood it was something
terrible.
«You mustn't mind Gilbert making fun of your hair,» she said soothingly. «Why, he
makes fun of all the girls. He laughs at mine because it's so black. He's called me a crow a
dozen times; and I never heard him apologize for anything before, either.»
«There's a great deal of difference between being called a crow and being called
carrots,» said Anne with dignity. «Gilbert Blythe has hurt my feelings
EXCRUCIATINGLY, Diana.»
It is possible the matter might have blown over without more excruciation if nothing
else had happened. But when things begin to happen they are apt to keep on.
Avonlea scholars often spent noon hour picking gum in Mr. Bell's spruce grove over the
hill and across his big pasture field. From there they could keep an eye on Eben Wright's
house, where the master boarded. When they saw Mr. Phillips emerging therefrom they ran
for the schoolhouse; but the distance being about three times longer than Mr. Wright's lane
they were very apt to arrive there, breathless and gasping, some three minutes too late.
On the following day Mr. Phillips was seized with one of his spasmodic fits of reform
and announced before going home to dinner, that he should expect to find all the scholars in
their seats when he returned. Anyone who came in late would be punished.
All the boys and some of the girls went to Mr. Bell's spruce grove as usual, fully
intending to stay only long enough to «pick a chew.» But spruce groves are seductive and
yellow nuts of gum beguiling; they picked and loitered and strayed; and as usual the first
thing that recalled them to a sense of the flight of time was Jimmy Glover shouting from the
top of a patriarchal old spruce «Master's coming.»
The girls who were on the ground, started first and managed to reach the schoolhouse in
time but without a second to spare. The boys, who had to wriggle hastily down from the
trees, were later; and Anne, who had not been picking gum at all but was wandering happily
in the far end of the grove, waist deep among the bracken, singing softly to herself, with a
wreath of rice lilies on her hair as if she were some wild divinity of the shadowy places, was
latest of all. Anne could run like a deer, however; run she did with the impish result that she
overtook the boys at the door and was swept into the schoolhouse among them just as Mr.
Phillips was in the act of hanging up his hat.
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Mr. Phillips's brief reforming energy was over; he didn't want the bother of punishing a
dozen pupils; but it was necessary to do something to save his word, so he looked about for
a scapegoat and found it in Anne, who had dropped into her seat, gasping for breath, with a
forgotten lily wreath hanging askew over one ear and giving her a particularly rakish and
disheveled appearance.
«Anne Shirley, since you seem to be so fond of the boys' company we shall indulge
your taste for it this afternoon,» he said sarcastically. «Take those flowers out of your hair
and sit with Gilbert Blythe.»
The other boys snickered. Diana, turning pale with pity, plucked the wreath from Anne's
hair and squeezed her hand. Anne stared at the master as if turned to stone.
«Did you hear what I said, Anne?» queried Mr. Phillips sternly.
«Yes, sir,» said Anne slowly «but I didn't suppose you really meant it.»
«I assure you I did» – still with the sarcastic inflection which all the children, and Anne
especially, hated. It flicked on the raw. «Obey me at once.»
For a moment Anne looked as if she meant to disobey. Then, realizing that there was no
help for it, she rose haughtily, stepped across the aisle, sat down beside Gilbert Blythe, and
buried her face in her arms on the desk. Ruby Gillis, who got a glimpse of it as it went
down, told the others going home from school that she'd «acksually never seen anything like
it – it was so white, with awful little red spots in it.»
To Anne, this was as the end of all things. It was bad enough to be singled out for
punishment from among a dozen equally guilty ones; it was worse still to be sent to sit with
a boy, but that that boy should be Gilbert Blythe was heaping insult on injury to a degree
utterly unbearable. Anne felt that she could not bear it and it would be of no use to try. Her
whole being seethed with shame and anger and humiliation.
At first the other scholars looked and whispered and giggled and nudged. But as Anne
never lifted her head and as Gilbert worked fractions as if his whole soul was absorbed in
them and them only, they soon returned to their own tasks and Anne was forgotten. When
Mr. Phillips called the history class out Anne should have gone, but Anne did not move, and
Mr. Phillips, who had been writing some verses «To Priscilla» before he called the class,
was thinking about an obstinate rhyme still and never missed her. Once, when nobody was
looking, Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, «You
are sweet,» and slipped it under the curve of Anne's arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the
pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to
powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on
Gilbert.
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When school went out Anne marched to her desk, ostentatiously took out everything
therein, books and writing tablet, pen and ink, testament and arithmetic, and piled them
neatly on her cracked slate.
«What are you taking all those things home for, Anne?» Diana wanted to know, as soon
as they were out on the road. She had not dared to ask the question before.
«I am not coming back to school any more,» said Anne. Diana gasped and stared at
Anne to see if she meant it.
«Will Marilla let you stay home?» she asked.
«She'll have to,» said Anne. «I'll NEVER go to school to that man again.»
«Oh, Anne!» Diana looked as if she were ready to cry. «I do think you're mean. What
shall I do? Mr. Phillips will make me sit with that horrid Gertie Pye – I know he will
because she is sitting alone. Do come back, Anne.»
«I'd do almost anything in the world for you, Diana,» said Anne sadly. «I'd let myself be
torn limb from limb if it would do you any good. But I can't do this, so please don't ask it.
You harrow up my very soul.»
«Just think of all the fun you will miss,» mourned Diana. «We are going to build the
loveliest new house down by the brook; and we'll be playing ball next week and you've
never played ball, Anne. It's tremendously exciting. And we're going to learn a new song –
Jane Andrews is practicing it up now; and Alice Andrews is going to bring a new Pansy
book next week and we're all going to read it out loud, chapter about, down by the brook.
And you know you are so fond of reading out loud, Anne.»
Nothing moved Anne in the least. Her mind was made up. She would not go to school
to Mr. Phillips again; she told Marilla so when she got home.
«Nonsense,» said Marilla.
«It isn't nonsense at all,» said Anne, gazing at Marilla with solemn, reproachful eyes.
«Don't you understand, Marilla? I've been insulted.»
«Insulted fiddlesticks! You'll go to school tomorrow as usual.»
«Oh, no.» Anne shook her head gently. «I'm not going back, Marilla. »I'll learn my
lessons at home and I'll be as good as I can be and hold my tongue all the time if it's possible
at all. But I will not go back to school, I assure you."
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Marilla saw something remarkably like unyielding stubbornness looking out of Anne's
small face. She understood that she would have trouble in overcoming it; but she re−solved
wisely to say nothing more just then. «I'll run down and see Rachel about it this evening,»
she thought. «There's no use reasoning with Anne now. She's too worked up and I've an idea
she can be awful stubborn if she takes the notion. Far as I can make out from her story, Mr.
Phillips has been carrying matters with a rather high hand. But it would never do to say so to
her. I'll just talk it over with Rachel. She's sent ten children to school and she ought to know
something about it. She'll have heard the whole story, too, by this time.»
Marilla found Mrs. Lynde knitting quilts as industriously and cheerfully as usual.
«I suppose you know what I've come about,» she said, a little shamefacedly.
Mrs. Rachel nodded.
«About Anne's fuss in school, I reckon,» she said. «Tillie Boulter was in on her way
home from school and told me about it.» «I don't know what to do with her,» said Marilla.
«She declares she won't go back to school. I never saw a child so worked up. I've been
expecting trouble ever since she started to school. I knew things were going too smooth to
last. She's so high strung. What would you advise, Rachel?»
«Well, since you've asked my advice, Marilla,» said Mrs. Lynde amiably – Mrs. Lynde
dearly loved to be asked for advice – «I'd just humor her a little at first, that's what I'd do. It's
my belief that Mr. Phillips was in the wrong. Of course, it doesn't do to say so to the
children, you know. And of course he did right to punish her yesterday for giving way to
temper. But today it was different. The others who were late should have been punished as
well as Anne, that's what. And I don't believe in making the girls sit with the boys for
punishment. It isn't modest. Tillie Boulter was real indignant. She took Anne's part right
through and said all the scholars did too. Anne seems real popular among them, somehow. I
never thought she'd take with them so well.»
«Then you really think I'd better let her stay home,» said Marilla in amazement.
«Yes. That is I wouldn't say school to her again until she said it herself. Depend upon it,
Marilla, she'll cool off in a week or so and be ready enough to go back of her own accord,
that's what, while, if you were to make her go back right off, dear knows what freak or
tantrum she'd take next and make more trouble than ever. The less fuss made the better, in
my opinion. She won't miss much by not going to school, as far as THAT goes. Mr. Phillips
isn't any good at all as a teacher. The order he keeps is scandalous, that's what, and he
neglects the young fry and puts all his time on those big scholars he's getting ready for
Queen's. He'd never have got the school for another year if his uncle hadn't been a trustee –
THE trustee, for he just leads the other two around by the nose, that's what. I declare, I don't
know what education in this Island is coming to.»
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Mrs. Rachel shook her head, as much as to say if she were only at the head of the
educational system of the Province things would be much better managed.
Marilla took Mrs. Rachel's advice and not another word was said to Anne about going
back to school. She learned her lessons at home, did her chores, and played with Diana in
the chilly purple autumn twilights; but when she met Gilbert Blythe on the road or
encountered him in Sunday school she passed him by with an icy contempt that was no whit
thawed by his evident desire to appease her. Even Diana's efforts as a peacemaker were of
no avail. Anne had evidently made up her mind to hate Gilbert Blythe to the end of life.
As much as she hated Gilbert, however, did she love Diana, with all the love of her
passionate little heart, equally intense in its likes and dislikes. One evening Marilla, coming
in from the orchard with a basket of apples, found Anne sitting along by the east window in
the twilight, crying bitterly.
«Whatever's the matter now, Anne?» she asked.
«It's about Diana,» sobbed Anne luxuriously. «I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever
live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go
away and leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband – I just hate him furiously.
I've been imagining it all out – the wedding and everything – Diana dressed in snowy
garments, with a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid,
with a lovely dress too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling
face. And then bidding Diana goodbye−e−e – » Here Anne broke down entirely and wept
with increasing bitterness.
Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face; but it was no use; she collapsed
on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter that Matthew,
crossing the yard outside, halted in amazement. When had he heard Marilla laugh like that
before?
«Well, Anne Shirley,» said Marilla as soon as she could speak, «if you must borrow
trouble, for pity's sake borrow it handier home. I should think you had an imagination, sure
enough.»
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CHAPTER XVI − Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results
O
CTOBER was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow
turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the
wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green,
while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
«Oh, Marilla,» she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms
full of gorgeous boughs« 'I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be
terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple
branches. Don't they give you a thrill – several thrills? I'm going to decorate my room with
them.»
«Messy things,» said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed.
«You clutter up your room entirely too much with out−of−doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms
were made to sleep in.»
«Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room
where there are pretty things. I'm going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them
on my table.»
«Mind you don't drop leaves all over the stairs then. I'm going on a meeting of the Aid
Society at Carmody this afternoon, Anne, and I won't likely be home before dark. You'll
have to get Matthew and Jerry their supper, so mind you don't forget to put the tea to draw
until you sit down at the table as you did last time.»
«It was dreadful of me to forget,» said Anne apologetically, «but that was the afternoon
I was trying to think of a name for Violet Vale and it crowded other things out. Matthew was
so good. He never scolded a bit. He put the tea down himself and said we could wait awhile
as well as not. And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so he didn't find
the time long at all. It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla. I forgot the end of it, so I made up
an end for it myself and Matthew said he couldn't tell where the join came in.»
«Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner
in the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And – I don't really
know if I'm doing right – it may make you more addlepated than ever – but you can ask
Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here.»
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«Oh, Marilla!» Anne clasped her hands. «How perfectly lovely! You ARE able to
imagine things after all or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for that very
thing. It will seem so nice and grown−uppish. No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw
when I have company. Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea set?»
«No, indeed! The rosebud tea set! Well, what next? You know I never use that except
for the minister or the Aids. You'll put down the old brown tea set. But you can open the
little yellow crock of cherry preserves. It's time it was being used anyhow – I believe it's
beginning to work. And you can cut some fruit cake and have some of the cookies and
snaps.»
«I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea,»
said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. «And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she
doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know. And then pressing her to take
another piece of fruit cake and another helping of preserves. Oh, Marilla, it's a wonderful
sensation just to think of it. Can I take her into the spare room to lay off her hat when she
comes? And then into the parlor to sit?»
«No. The sitting room will do for you and your company. But there's a bottle half full of
raspberry cordial that was left over from the church social the other night. It's on the second
shelf of the sitting−room closet and you and Diana can have it if you like, and a cooky to eat
with it along in the afternoon, for I daresay Matthew'll be late coming in to tea since he's
hauling potatoes to the vessel.»
Anne flew down to the hollow, past the Dryad's Bubble and up the spruce path to
Orchard Slope, to ask Diana to tea. As a result just after Marilla had driven off to Carmody,
Diana came over, dressed in HER second−best dress and looking exactly as it is proper to
look when asked out to tea. At other times she was wont to run into the kitchen without
knocking; but now she knocked primly at the front door. And when Anne, dressed in her
second best, as primly opened it, both little girls shook hands as gravely as if they had never
met before. This unnatural solemnity lasted until after Diana had been taken to the east gable
to lay off her hat and then had sat for ten minutes in the sitting room, toes in position.
«How is your mother?» inquired Anne politely, just as if she had not seen Mrs. Barry
picking apples that morning in excellent health and spirits.
«She is very well, thank you. I suppose Mr. Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the LILY
SANDS this afternoon, is he?» said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews's
that morning in Matthew's cart.
«Yes. Our potato crop is very good this year. I hope your father's crop is good too.»
«It is fairly good, thank you. Have you picked many of your apples yet?»
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«Oh, ever so many,» said Anne forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly.
«Let's go out to the orchard and get some of the Red Sweetings, Diana. Marilla says we can
have all that are left on the tree. Marilla is a very generous woman. She said we could have
fruit cake and cherry preserves for tea. But it isn't good manners to tell your company what
you are going to give them to eat, so I won't tell you what she said we could have to drink.
Only it begins with an R and a C and it's bright red color. I love bright red drinks, don't you?
They taste twice as good as any other color.»
The orchard, with its great sweeping boughs that bent to the ground with fruit, proved
so delightful that the little girls spent most of the afternoon in it, sitting in a grassy corner
where the frost had spared the green and the mellow autumn sunshine lingered warmly,
eating apples and talking as hard as they could. Diana had much to tell Anne of what went
on in school. She had to sit with Gertie Pye and she hated it; Gertie squeaked her pencil all
the time and it just made her – Diana's – blood run cold; Ruby Gillis had charmed all her
warts away, true's you live, with a magic pebble that old Mary Joe from the Creek gave her.
You had to rub the warts with the pebble and then throw it away over your left shoulder at
the time of the new moon and the warts would all go. Charlie Sloane's name was written up
with Em White's on the porch wall and Em White was AWFUL MAD about it; Sam Boulter
had «sassed» Mr. Phillips in class and Mr. Phillips whipped him and Sam's father came
down to the school and dared Mr. Phillips to lay a hand on one of his children again; and
Mattie Andrews had a new red hood and a blue crossover with tassels on it and the airs she
put on about it were perfectly sickening; and Lizzie Wright didn't speak to Mamie Wilson
because Mamie Wilson's grown−up sister had cut out Lizzie Wright's grown−up sister with
her beau; and everybody missed Anne so and wished she's come to school again; and Gilbert
Blythe –
But Anne didn't want to hear about Gilbert Blythe. She jumped up hurriedly and said
suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial.
Anne looked on the second shelf of the room pantry but there was no bottle of raspberry
cordial there . Search revealed it away back on the top shelf. Anne put it on a tray and set it
on the table with a tumbler.
«Now, please help yourself, Diana,» she said politely. «I don't believe I'll have any just
now. I don't feel as if I wanted any after all those apples.»
Diana poured herself out a tumblerful, looked at its bright−red hue admiringly, and then
sipped it daintily.
«That's awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne,» she said. «I didn't know raspberry cordial
was so nice.»
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«I'm real glad you like it. Take as much as you want. I'm going to run out and stir the
fire up. There are so many responsibilities on a person's mind when they're keeping house,
isn't there?»
When Anne came back from the kitchen Diana was drinking her second glassful of
cordial; and, being entreated thereto by Anne, she offered no particular objection to the
drinking of a third. The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was
certainly very nice.
«The nicest I ever drank,» said Diana. «It's ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde's,
although she brags of hers so much. It doesn't taste a bit like hers.»
«I should think Marilla's raspberry cordial would prob'ly be much nicer than Mrs.
Lynde's,» said Anne loyally. «Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook
but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There's so little scope for imagination in cookery.
You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. I was
thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with
smallpox and everybody deserted you, but I went boldly to your bedside and nursed you
back to life; and then I took the smallpox and died and I was buried under those poplar trees
in the graveyard and you planted a rosebush by my grave and watered it with your tears; and
you never, never forgot the friend of your youth who sacrificed her life for you. Oh, it was
such a pathetic tale, Diana. The tears just rained down over my cheeks while I mixed the
cake. But I forgot the flour and the cake was a dismal failure. Flour is so essential to cakes,
you know. Marilla was very cross and I don't wonder. I'm a great trial to her. She was
terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week. We had a plum pudding for dinner on
Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over. Marilla said there
was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it. I meant
to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a
nun – of course I'm a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic – taking the veil to bury a
broken heart in cloistered seclusion; and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce. I
thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry. Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror
at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and
threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters. Marilla was out milking
and I fully intended to ask her when she came in if I'd give the sauce to the pigs; but when
she did come in I was imagining that I was a frost fairy going through the woods turning the
trees red and yellow, whichever they wanted to be, so I never thought about the pudding
sauce again and Marilla sent me out to pick apples. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Chester Ross from
Spencervale came here that morning. You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs.
Chester Ross. When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the
table. I tried to be as polite and dignified as I could be, for I wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to
think I was a ladylike little girl even if I wasn't pretty. Everything went right until I saw
Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce
WARMED UP, in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything
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and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out `Marilla, you mustn't use that pudding
sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before.' Oh, Diana, I shall never
forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just LOOKED at me
and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect
housekeeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she
never said a word – then. She just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some
strawberry preserves. She even offered me some, but I couldn't swallow a mouthful. It was
like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs. Chester Ross went away, Marilla gave me
a dreadful scolding. Why, Diana, what is the matter?»
Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her
head.
«I'm – I'm awful sick,» she said, a little thickly. «I – I – must go right home.»
«Oh, you mustn't dream of going home without your tea,» cried Anne in distress. «I'll
get it right off – I'll go and put the tea down this very minute.»
«I must go home,» repeated Diana, stupidly but determinedly.
«Let me get you a lunch anyhow,» implored Anne. «Let me give you a bit of fruit cake
and some of the cherry preserves. Lie down on the sofa for a little while and you'll be better.
Where do you feel bad?»
«I must go home,» said Diana, and that was all she would say. In vain Anne pleaded.
«I never heard of company going home without tea,» she mourned. «Oh, Diana, do you
suppose that it's possible you're really taking the smallpox? If you are I'll go and nurse you,
you can depend on that. I'll never forsake you. But I do wish you'd stay till after tea. Where
do you feel bad?»
«I'm awful dizzy,» said Diana.
And indeed, she walked very dizzily. Anne, with tears of disappointment in her eyes,
got Diana's hat and went with her as far as the Barry yard fence. Then she wept all the way
back to Green Gables, where she sorrowfully put the remainder of the raspberry cordial back
into the pantry and got tea ready for Matthew and Jerry, with all the zest gone out of the
performance.
The next day was Sunday and as the rain poured down in torrents from dawn till dusk
Anne did not stir abroad from Green Gables. Monday afternoon Marilla sent her down to
Mrs. Lynde's on an errand. In a very short space of time Anne came flying back up the lane
with tears rolling down her cheeks. Into the kitchen she dashed and flung herself face
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downward on the sofa in an agony.
«Whatever has gone wrong now, Anne?» queried Marilla in doubt and dismay. «I do
hope you haven't gone and been saucy to Mrs. Lynde again.»
No answer from Anne save more tears and stormier sobs!
«Anne Shirley, when I ask you a question I want to be answered. Sit right up this very
minute and tell me what you are crying about.»
Anne sat up, tragedy personified.
«Mrs. Lynde was up to see Mrs. Barry today and Mrs. Barry was in an awful state,» she
wailed. «She says that I set Diana DRUNK Saturday and sent her home in a disgraceful
condition. And she says I must be a thoroughly bad, wicked little girl and she's never, never
going to let Diana play with me again. Oh, Marilla, I'm just overcome with woe.»
Marilla stared in blank amazement.
«Set Diana drunk!» she said when she found her voice. «Anne are you or Mrs. Barry
crazy? What on earth did you give her?»
«Not a thing but raspberry cordial,» sobbed Anne. «I never thought raspberry cordial
would set people drunk, Marilla – not even if they drank three big tumblerfuls as Diana did.
Oh, it sounds so – so – like Mrs. Thomas's husband! But I didn't mean to set her drunk.»
«Drunk fiddlesticks!» said Marilla, marching to the sitting room pantry. There on the
shelf was a bottle which she at once recognized as one containing some of her
three−year−old homemade currant wine for which she was celebrated in Avonlea, although
certain of the stricter sort, Mrs. Barry among them, disapproved strongly of it. And at the
same time Marilla recollected that she had put the bottle of raspberry cordial down in the
cellar instead of in the pantry as she had told Anne.
She went back to the kitchen with the wine bottle in her hand. Her face was twitching in
spite of herself.
«Anne, you certainly have a genius for getting into trouble. You went and gave Diana
currant wine instead of raspberry cordial. Didn't you know the difference yourself?»
«I never tasted it,» said Anne. «I thought it was the cordial. I meant to be so – so –
hospitable. Diana got awfully sick and had to go home. Mrs. Barry told Mrs. Lynde she was
simply dead drunk. She just laughed silly−like when her mother asked her what was the
matter and went to sleep and slept for hours. Her mother smelled her breath and knew she
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was drunk. She had a fearful headache all day yesterday. Mrs. Barry is so indignant. She
will never believe but what I did it on purpose.»
«I should think she would better punish Diana for being so greedy as to drink three
glassfuls of anything,» said Marilla shortly. «Why, three of those big glasses would have
made her sick even if it had only been cordial. Well, this story will be a nice handle for those
folks who are so down on me for making currant wine, although I haven't made any for three
years ever since I found out that the minister didn't approve. I just kept that bottle for
sickness. There, there, child, don't cry. I can't see as you were to blame although I'm sorry it
happened so.»
«I must cry,» said Anne. «My heart is broken. The stars in their courses fight against
me, Marilla. Diana and I are parted forever. Oh, Marilla, I little dreamed of this when first
we swore our vows of friendship.»
«Don't be foolish, Anne. Mrs. Barry will think better of it when she finds you're not to
blame. I suppose she thinks you've done it for a silly joke or something of that sort. You'd
best go up this evening and tell her how it was.»
«My courage fails me at the thought of facing Diana's injured mother,» sighed Anne. «I
wish you'd go, Marilla. You're so much more dignified than I am. Likely she'd listen to you
quicker than to me.»
«Well, I will,» said Marilla, reflecting that it would probably be the wiser course.
«Don't cry any more, Anne. It will be all right.»
Marilla had changed her mind about it being all right by the time she got back from
Orchard Slope. Anne was watching for her coming and flew to the porch door to meet her.
«Oh, Marilla, I know by your face that it's been no use,» she said sorrowfully. «Mrs.
Barry won't forgive me?»
«Mrs. Barry indeed!» snapped Marilla. «Of all the unreasonable women I ever saw she's
the worst. I told her it was all a mistake and you weren't to blame, but she just simply didn't
believe me. And she rubbed it well in about my currant wine and how I'd always said it
couldn't have the least effect on anybody. I just told her plainly that currant wine wasn't
meant to be drunk three tumblerfuls at a time and that if a child I had to do with was so
greedy I'd sober her up with a right good spanking.»
Marilla whisked into the kitchen, grievously disturbed, leaving a very much distracted
little soul in the porch behind her. Presently Anne stepped out bareheaded into the chill
autumn dusk; very determinedly and steadily she took her way down through the sere clover
field over the log bridge and up through the spruce grove, lighted by a pale little moon
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hanging low over the western woods. Mrs. Barry, coming to the door in answer to a timid
knock, found a white−lipped eager−eyed suppliant on the doorstep.
Her face hardened. Mrs. Barry was a woman of strong prejudices and dislikes, and her
anger was of the cold, sullen sort which is always hardest to overcome. To do her justice,
she really believed Anne had made Diana drunk out of sheer malice prepense,??? and she
was honestly anxious to preserve her little daughter from the contamination of further
intimacy with such a child.
«What do you want?» she said stiffly.
Anne clasped her hands.
«Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me. I did not mean to – to – intoxicate Diana. How
could I? Just imagine if you were a poor little orphan girl that kind people had adopted and
you had just one bosom friend in all the world. Do you think you would intoxicate her on
purpose? I thought it was only raspberry cordial. I was firmly convinced it was raspberry
cordial. Oh, please don't say that you won't let Diana play with me any more. If you do you
will cover my life with a dark cloud of woe.»
This speech which would have softened good Mrs. Lynde's heart in a twinkling, had no
effect on Mrs. Barry except to irritate her still more. She was suspicious of Anne's big words
and dramatic gestures and imagined that the child was making fun of her. So she said, coldly
and cruelly:
«I don't think you are a fit little girl for Diana to associate with. You'd better go home
and behave yourself.»
Anne's lips quivered.
«Won't you let me see Diana just once to say farewell?» she implored.
«Diana has gone over to Carmody with her father,» said Mrs. Barry, going in and
shutting the door.
Anne went back to Green Gables calm with despair.
«My last hope is gone,» she told Marilla. «I went up and saw Mrs. Barry myself and she
treated me very insultingly. Marilla, I do NOT think she is a well−bred woman. There is
nothing more to do except to pray and I haven't much hope that that'll do much good
because, Marilla, I do not believe that God Himself can do very much with such an obstinate
person as Mrs. Barry.»
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«Anne, you shouldn't say such things» rebuked Marilla, striving to overcome that
unholy tendency to laughter which she was dismayed to find growing upon her. And indeed,
when she told the whole story to Matthew that night, she did laugh heartily over Anne's
tribulations.
But when she slipped into the east gable before going to bed and found that Anne had
cried herself to sleep an unaccustomed softness crept into her face.
«Poor little soul,» she murmured, lifting a loose curl of hair from the child's
tear−stained face. Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow.
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CHAPTER XVII − A New Interest in Life
T
HE next afternoon Anne, bending over her patchwork at the kitchen window,
happened to glance out and beheld Diana down by the Dryad's Bubble beckoning
mysteriously. In a trice Anne was out of the house and flying down to the hollow,
astonishment and hope struggling in her expressive eyes. But the hope faded when she saw
Diana's dejected countenance.
«Your mother hasn't relented?» she gasped.
Diana shook her head mournfully.
«No; and oh, Anne, she says I'm never to play with you again. I've cried and cried and I
told her it wasn't your fault, but it wasn't any use. I had ever such a time coaxing her to let
me come down and say good−bye to you. She said I was only to stay ten minutes and she's
timing me by the clock.»
«Ten minutes isn't very long to say an eternal farewell in,» said Anne tearfully. «Oh,
Diana, will you promise faithfully never to forget me, the friend of your youth, no matter
what dearer friends may caress thee?»
«Indeed I will,» sobbed Diana, «and I'll never have another bosom friend – I don't want
to have. I couldn't love anybody as I love you.»
«Oh, Diana,» cried Anne, clasping her hands, «do you LOVE me?»
«Why, of course I do. Didn't you know that?»
«No.» Anne drew a long breath. «I thought you LIKED me of course but I never hoped
you LOVED me. Why, Diana, I didn't think anybody could love me. Nobody ever has loved
me since I can remember. Oh, this is wonderful! It's a ray of light which will forever shine
on the darkness of a path severed from thee, Diana. Oh, just say it once again.»
«I love you devotedly, Anne,» said Diana stanchly, «and I always will, you may be sure
of that.»
«And I will always love thee, Diana,» said Anne, solemnly extending her hand. «In the
years to come thy memory will shine like a star over my lonely life, as that last story we
read together says. Diana, wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet−black tresses in parting to
treasure forevermore?»
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«Have you got anything to cut it with?» queried Diana, wiping away the tears which
Anne's affecting accents had caused to flow afresh, and returning to practicalities.
«Yes. I've got my patchwork scissors in my apron pocket fortunately,» said Anne. She
solemnly clipped one of Diana's curls. «Fare thee well, my beloved friend. Henceforth we
must be as strangers though living side by side. But my heart will ever be faithful to thee.»
Anne stood and watched Diana out of sight, mournfully waving her hand to the latter
whenever she turned to look back. Then she returned to the house, not a little consoled for
the time being by this romantic parting.
«It is all over,» she informed Marilla. «I shall never have another friend. I'm really
worse off than ever before, for I haven't Katie Maurice and Violetta now. And even if I had
it wouldn't be the same. Somehow, little dream girls are not satisfying after a real friend.
Diana and I had such an affecting farewell down by the spring. It will be sacred in my
memory forever. I used the most pathetic language I could think of and said `thou' and
`thee.' `Thou' and `thee' seem so much more romantic than `you.' Diana gave me a lock of
her hair and I'm going to sew it up in a little bag and wear it around my neck all my life.
Please see that it is buried with me, for I don't believe I'll live very long. Perhaps when she
sees me lying cold and dead before her Mrs. Barry may feel remorse for what she has done
and will let Diana come to my funeral.»
«I don't think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne,»
said Marilla unsympathetically.
The following Monday Anne surprised Marilla by coming down from her room with
her basket of books on her arm and hip??? lips primmed up into a line of determination.
«I'm going back to school,» she announced. «That is all there is left in life for me, now
that my friend has been ruthlessly torn from me. In school I can look at her and muse over
days departed.»
«You'd better muse over your lessons and sums,» said Marilla, concealing her delight at
this development of the situation. «If you're going back to school I hope we'll hear no more
of breaking slates over people's heads and such carryings on. Behave yourself and do just
what your teacher tells you.»
«I'll try to be a model pupil,» agreed Anne dolefully. «There won't be much fun in it, I
expect. Mr. Phillips said Minnie Andrews was a model pupil and there isn't a spark of
imagination or life in her. She is just dull and poky and never seems to have a good time.
But I feel so depressed that perhaps it will come easy to me now. I'm going round by the
road. I couldn't bear to go by the Birch Path all alone. I should weep bitter tears if I did.»
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Anne was welcomed back to school with open arms. Her imagination had been sorely
missed in games, her voice in the singing and her dramatic ability in the perusal aloud of
books at dinner hour. Ruby Gillis smuggled three blue plums over to her during testament
reading; Ella May MacPherson gave her an enormous yellow pansy cut from the covers of a
floral catalogue – a species of desk decoration much prized in Avonlea school. Sophia
Sloane offered to teach her a perfectly elegant new pattern of knit lace, so nice for trimming
aprons. Katie Boulter gave her a perfume bottle to keep slate water in, and Julia Bell copied
carefully on a piece of pale pink paper scalloped on the edges the following effusion:
When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a
friend Though she may wander far.
«It's so nice to be appreciated,» sighed Anne rapturously to Marilla that night.
The girls were not the only scholars who «appreciated» her. When Anne went to her
seat after dinner hour – she had been told by Mr. Phillips to sit with the model Minnie
Andrews – she found on her desk a big luscious «strawberry apple.» Anne caught it up all
ready to take a bite when she remembered that the only place in Avonlea where strawberry
apples grew was in the old Blythe orchard on the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters.
Anne dropped the apple as if it were a red−hot coal and ostentatiously wiped her fingers on
her handkerchief. The apple lay untouched on her desk until the next morning, when little
Timothy Andrews, who swept the school and kindled the fire, annexed it as one of his
perquisites. Charlie Sloane's slate pencil, gorgeously bedizened with striped red and yellow
paper, costing two cents where ordinary pencils cost only one, which he sent up to her after
dinner hour, met with a more favorable reception. Anne was graciously pleased to accept it
and rewarded the donor with a smile which exalted that infatuated youth straightway into the
seventh heaven of delight and caused him to make such fearful errors in his dictation that
Mr. Phillips kept him in after school to rewrite it.
But as,
The Caesar's pageant shorn of Brutus' bust Did but of Rome's best son remind her more.
so the marked absence of any tribute or recognition from Diana Barry who was sitting
with Gertie Pye embittered Anne's little triumph.
«Diana might just have smiled at me once, I think,» she mourned to Marilla that night.
But the next morning a note most fearfully and wonderfully twisted and folded, and a small
parcel were passed across to Anne.
Dear Anne (ran the former)
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Mother says I'm not to play with you or talk to you even in school. It isn't my fault and
don't be cross at me, because I love you as much as ever. I miss you awfully to tell all my
secrets to and I don't like Gertie Pye one bit. I made you one of the new bookmarkers out of
red tissue paper. They are awfully fashionable now and only three girls in school know how
to make them. When you look at it remember Your true friend
Diana Barry.
Anne read the note, kissed the bookmark, and dispatched a prompt reply back to the
other side of the school.
My own darling Diana: –
Of course I am not cross at you because you have to obey your mother. Our spirits can
commune. I shall keep your lovely present forever. Minnie Andrews is a very nice little girl
– although she has no imagination – but after having been Diana's busum friend I cannot be
Minnie's. Please excuse mistakes because my spelling isn't very good yet, although much
improoved. Yours until death us do part
Anne or Cordelia Shirley.
P.S. I shall sleep with your letter under my pillow tonight. A. OR C.S.
Marilla pessimistically expected more trouble since Anne had again begun to go to
school. But none developed. Perhaps Anne caught something of the «model» spirit from
Minnie Andrews; at least she got on very well with Mr. Phillips thenceforth. She flung
herself into her studies heart and soul, determined not to be outdone in any class by Gilbert
Blythe. The rivalry between them was soon apparent; it was entirely good natured on
Gilbert's side; but it is much to be feared that the same thing cannot be said of Anne, who
had certainly an unpraiseworthy tenacity for holding grudges. She was as intense in her
hatreds as in her loves. She would not stoop to admit that she meant to rival Gilbert in
schoolwork, because that would have been to acknowledge his existence which Anne
persistently ignored; but the rivalry was there and honors fluctuated between them. Now
Gilbert was head of the spelling class; now Anne, with a toss of her long red braids, spelled
him down. One morning Gilbert had all his sums done correctly and had his name written on
the blackboard on the roll of honor; the next morning Anne, having wrestled wildly with
decimals the entire evening before, would be first. One awful day they were ties and their
names were written up together. It was almost as bad as a take−notice and Anne's
mortification was as evident as Gilbert's satisfaction. When the written examinations at the
end of each month were held the suspense was terrible. The first month Gilbert came out
three marks ahead. The second Anne beat him by five. But her triumph was marred by the
fact that Gilbert congratulated her heartily before the whole school. It would have been ever
so much sweeter to her if he had felt the sting of his defeat.
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Mr. Phillips might not be a very good teacher; but a pupil so inflexibly determined on
learning as Anne was could hardly escape making progress under any kind of teacher. By
the end of the term Anne and Gilbert were both promoted into the fifth class and allowed to
begin studying the elements of «the branches» – by which Latin, geometry, French, and
algebra were meant. In geometry Anne met her Waterloo.
«It's perfectly awful stuff, Marilla,» she groaned. "I'm sure I'll never be able to make
head or tail of it. There is no scope for imagination in it at all. Mr. Phillips says I'm the worst
dunce he ever saw at it. And Gil – I mean some of the others are so smart at it. It is
extremely mortifying, Marilla.
Even Diana gets along better than I do. But I don't mind being beaten by Diana. Even
although we meet as strangers now I still love her with an INEXTINGUISHABLE love. It
makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very
long in such an interesting world, can one?"
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CHAPTER XVIII − Anne to the Rescue
A
LL things great are wound up with all things little. At first glance it might not seem
that the decision of a certain Canadian Premier to include Prince Edward Island in a political
tour could have much or anything to do with the fortunes of little Anne Shirley at Green
Gables. But it had.
It was a January the Premier came, to address his loyal supporters and such of his
nonsupporters as chose to be present at the monster mass meeting held in Charlottetown.
Most of the Avonlea people were on Premier's side of politics; hence on the night of the
meeting nearly all the men and a goodly proportion of the women had gone to town thirty
miles away. Mrs. Rachel Lynde had gone too. Mrs. Rachel Lynde was a red−hot politician
and couldn't have believed that the political rally could be carried through without her,
although she was on the opposite side of politics. So she went to town and took her husband
– Thomas would be useful in looking after the horse – and Marilla Cuthbert with her.
Marilla had a sneaking interest in politics herself, and as she thought it might be her only
chance to see a real live Premier, she promptly took it, leaving Anne and Matthew to keep
house until her return the following day.
Hence, while Marilla and Mrs. Rachel were enjoying themselves hugely at the mass
meeting, Anne and Matthew had the cheerful kitchen at Green Gables all to themselves. A
bright fire was glowing in the old−fashioned Waterloo stove and blue−white frost crystals
were shining on the windowpanes. Matthew nodded over a FARMERS' ADVOCATE on
the sofa and Anne at the table studied her lessons with grim determination, despite sundry
wistful glances at the clock shelf, where lay a new book that Jane Andrews had lent her that
day. Jane had assured her that it was warranted to produce any number of thrills, or words to
that effect, and Anne's fingers tingled to reach out for it. But that would mean Gilbert
Blythe's triumph on the morrow. Anne turned her back on the clock shelf and tried to
imagine it wasn't there.
«Matthew, did you ever study geometry when you went to school?»
«Well now, no, I didn't,» said Matthew, coming out of his doze with a start.
«I wish you had,» sighed Anne, «because then you'd be able to sympathize with me.
You can't sympathize properly if you've never studied it. It is casting a cloud over my whole
life. I'm such a dunce at it, Matthew.»
«Well now, I dunno,» said Matthew soothingly. «I guess you're all right at anything.
Mr. Phillips told me last week in Blair's store at Carmody that you was the smartest scholar
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in school and was making rapid progress. `Rapid progress' was his very words. There's them
as runs down Teddy Phillips and says he ain't much of a teacher, but I guess he's all right.»
Matthew would have thought anyone who praised Anne was «all right.»
«I'm sure I'd get on better with geometry if only he wouldn't change the letters,»
complained Anne. «I learn the proposition off by heart and then he draws it on the
blackboard and puts different letters from what are in the book and I get all mixed up. I don't
think a teacher should take such a mean advantage, do you? We're studying agriculture now
and I've found out at last what makes the roads red. It's a great comfort. I wonder how
Marilla and Mrs. Lynde are enjoying themselves. Mrs. Lynde says Canada is going to the
dogs the way things are being run at Ottawa and that it's an awful warning to the electors.
She says if women were allowed to vote we would soon see a blessed change. What way do
you vote, Matthew?»
«Conservative,» said Matthew promptly. To vote Conservative was part of Matthew's
religion.
«Then I'm Conservative too,» said Anne decidedly. «I'm glad because Gil – because
some of the boys in school are Grits. I guess Mr. Phillips is a Grit too because Prissy
Andrews's father is one, and Ruby Gillis says that when a man is courting he always has to
agree with the girl's mother in religion and her father in politics. Is that true, Matthew?»
«Well now, I dunno,» said Matthew.
«Did you ever go courting, Matthew?»
«Well now, no, I dunno's I ever did,» said Matthew, who had certainly never thought of
such a thing in his whole existence.
Anne reflected with her chin in her hands.
«It must be rather interesting, don't you think, Matthew? Ruby Gillis says when she
grows up she's going to have ever so many beaus on the string and have them all crazy about
her; but I think that would be too exciting. I'd rather have just one in his right mind. But
Ruby Gillis knows a great deal about such matters because she has so many big sisters, and
Mrs. Lynde says the Gillis girls have gone off like hot cakes. Mr. Phillips goes up to see
Prissy Andrews nearly every evening. He says it is to help her with her lessons but Miranda
Sloane is studying for Queen's too, and I should think she needed help a lot more than Prissy
because she's ever so much stupider, but he never goes to help her in the evenings at all.
There are a great many things in this world that I can't understand very well, Matthew.»
«Well now, I dunno as I comprehend them all myself,» acknowledged Matthew.
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«Well, I suppose I must finish up my lessons. I won't allow myself to open that new
book Jane lent me until I'm through. But it's a terrible temptation, Matthew. Even when I
turn my back on it I can see it there just as plain. Jane said she cried herself sick over it. I
love a book that makes me cry. But I think I'll carry that book into the sitting room and lock
it in the jam closet and give you the key. And you must NOT give it to me, Matthew, until
my lessons are done, not even if I implore you on my bended knees. It's all very well to say
resist temptation, but it's ever so much easier to resist it if you can't get the key. And then
shall I run down the cellar and get some russets, Matthew? Wouldn't you like some russets?»
«Well now, I dunno but what I would,» said Matthew, who never ate russets but knew
Anne's weakness for them.
Just as Anne emerged triumphantly from the cellar with her plateful of russets came the
sound of flying footsteps on the icy board walk outside and the next moment the kitchen
door was flung open and in rushed Diana Barry, white faced and breathless, with a shawl
wrapped hastily around her head. Anne promptly let go of her candle and plate in her
surprise, and plate, candle, and apples crashed together down the cellar ladder and were
found at the bottom embedded in melted grease, the next day, by Marilla, who gathered
them up and thanked mercy the house hadn't been set on fire.
«Whatever is the matter, Diana?» cried Anne. «Has your mother relented at last?»
«Oh, Anne, do come quick,» implored Diana nervously. «Minnie May is awful sick –
she's got croup. Young Mary Joe says – and Father and Mother are away to town and there's
nobody to go for the doctor. Minnie May is awful bad and Young Mary Joe doesn't know
what to do – and oh, Anne, I'm so scared!»
Matthew, without a word, reached out for cap and coat, slipped past Diana and away
into the darkness of the yard.
«He's gone to harness the sorrel mare to go to Carmody for the doctor,» said Anne, who
was hurrying on hood and jacket. «I know it as well as if he'd said so. Matthew and I are
such kindred spirits I can read his thoughts without words at all.»
«I don't believe he'll find the doctor at Carmody,» sobbed Diana. «I know that Dr. Blair
went to town and I guess Dr. Spencer would go too. Young Mary Joe never saw anybody
with croup and Mrs. Lynde is away. Oh, Anne!»
«Don't cry, Di,» said Anne cheerily. «I know exactly what to do for croup. You forget
that Mrs. Hammond had twins three times. When you look after three pairs of twins you
naturally get a lot of experience. They all had croup regularly. Just wait till I get the ipecac
bottle – you mayn't have any at your house. Come on now.»
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The two little girls hastened out hand in hand and hurried through Lover's Lane and
across the crusted field beyond, for the snow was too deep to go by the shorter wood way.
Anne, although sincerely sorry for Minnie May, was far from being insensible to the
romance of the situation and to the sweetness of once more sharing that romance with a
kindred spirit.
The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars
were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow
powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them. Anne thought it was truly
delightful to go skimming through all this mystery and loveliness with your bosom friend
who had been so long estranged.
Minnie May, aged three, was really very sick. She lay on the kitchen sofa feverish and
restless, while her hoarse breathing could be heard all over the house. Young Mary Joe, a
buxom, broad−faced French girl from the creek, whom Mrs. Barry had engaged to stay with
the children during her absence, was helpless and bewildered, quite incapable of thinking
what to do, or doing it if she thought of it.
Anne went to work with skill and promptness.
«Minnie May has croup all right; she's pretty bad, but I've seen them worse. First we
must have lots of hot water. I declare, Diana, there isn't more than a cupful in the kettle!
There, I've filled it up, and, Mary Joe, you may put some wood in the stove. I don't want to
hurt your feelings but it seems to me you might have thought of this before if you'd any
imagination. Now, I'll undress Minnie May and put her to bed and you try to find some soft
flannel cloths, Diana. I'm going to give her a dose of ipecac first of all.»
Minnie May did not take kindly to the ipecac but Anne had not brought up three pairs of
twins for nothing. Down that ipecac went, not only once, but many times during the long,
anxious night when the two little girls worked patiently over the suffering Minnie May, and
Young Mary Joe, honestly anxious to do all she could, kept up a roaring fire and heated
more water than would have been needed for a hospital of croupy babies.
It was three o'clock when Matthew came with a doctor, for he had been obliged to go all
the way to Spencervale for one. But the pressing need for assistance was past. Minnie May
was much better and was sleeping soundly.
«I was awfully near giving up in despair,» explained Anne. «She got worse and worse
until she was sicker than ever the Hammond twins were, even the last pair. I actually
thought she was going to choke to death. I gave her every drop of ipecac in that bottle and
when the last dose went down I said to myself – not to Diana or Young Mary Joe, because I
didn't want to worry them any more than they were worried, but I had to say it to myself just
to relieve my feelings – `This is the last lingering hope and I fear, tis a vain one.' But in
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about three minutes she coughed up the phlegm and began to get better right away. You
must just imagine my relief, doctor, because I can't express it in words. You know there are
some things that cannot be expressed in words.»
«Yes, I know,» nodded the doctor. He looked at Anne as if he were thinking some
things about her that couldn't be expressed in words. Later on, however, he expressed them
to Mr. and Mrs. Barry.
«That little redheaded girl they have over at Cuthbert's is as smart as they make 'em. I
tell you she saved that baby's life, for it would have been too late by the time I got there. She
seems to have a skill and presence of mind perfectly wonderful in a child of her age. I never
saw anything like the eyes of her when she was explaining the case to me.»
Anne had gone home in the wonderful, white−frosted winter morning, heavy eyed from
loss of sleep, but still talking unweariedly to Matthew as they crossed the long white field
and walked under the glittering fairy arch of the Lover's Lane maples.
«Oh, Matthew, isn't it a wonderful morning? The world looks like something God had
just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn't it? Those trees look as if I could blow them
away with a breath – pouf! I'm so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren't
you? And I'm so glad Mrs. Hammond had three pairs of twins after all. If she hadn't I
mightn't have known what to do for Minnie May. I'm real sorry I was ever cross with Mrs.
Hammond for having twins. But, oh, Matthew, I'm so sleepy. I can't go to school. I just
know I couldn't keep my eyes open and I'd be so stupid. But l hate to stay home, for Gil –
some of the others will get head of the class, and it's so hard to get up again – although of
course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?»
«Well now, I guess you'll manage all right,» said Matthew, looking at Anne's white
little face and the dark shadows under her eyes. «You just go right to bed and have a good
sleep. I'll do all the chores.»
Anne accordingly went to bed and slept so long and soundly that it was well on in the
white and rosy winter afternoon when she awoke and descended to the kitchen where
Marilla, who had arrived home in the meantime, was sitting knitting.
«Oh, did you see the Premier?» exclaimed Anne at once. «What did he look like
Marilla?»
«Well, he never got to be Premier on account of his looks,» said Marilla. «Such a nose
as that man had! But he can speak. I was proud of being a Conservative. Rachel Lynde, of
course, being a Liberal, had no use for him. Your dinner is in the oven, Anne, and you can
get yourself some blue plum preserve out of the pantry. I guess you're hungry. Matthew has
been telling me about last night. I must say it was fortunate you knew what to do. I wouldn't
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have had any idea myself, for I never saw a case of croup. There now, never mind talking till
you've had your dinner. I can tell by the look of you that you're just full up with speeches,
but they'll keep.»
Marilla had something to tell Anne, but she did not tell it just then for she knew if she
did Anne's consequent excitement would lift her clear out of the region of such material
matters as appetite or dinner. Not until Anne had finished her saucer of blue plums did
Marilla say:
«Mrs. Barry was here this afternoon, Anne. She wanted to see you, but I wouldn't wake
you up. She says you saved Minnie May's life, and she is very sorry she acted as she did in
that affair of the currant wine. She says she knows now you didn't mean to set Diana drunk,
and she hopes you'll forgive her and be good friends with Diana again. You're to go over this
evening if you like for Diana can't stir outside the door on account of a bad cold she caught
last night. Now, Anne Shirley, for pity's sake don't fly up into the air.»
The warning seemed not unnecessary, so uplifted and aerial was Anne's expression and
attitude as she sprang to her feet, her face irradiated with the flame of her spirit.
«Oh, Marilla, can I go right now – without washing my dishes? I'll wash them when I
come back, but I cannot tie myself down to anything so unromantic as dishwashing at this
thrilling moment.»
«Yes, yes, run along,» said Marilla indulgently. «Anne Shirley – are you crazy? Come
back this instant and put something on you. I might as well call to the wind. She's gone
without a cap or wrap. Look at her tearing through the orchard with her hair streaming. It'll
be a mercy if she doesn't catch her death of cold.»
Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. Afar in
the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl−like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that
was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce. The
tinkles of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elfin chimes through the frosty air,
but their music was not sweeter than the song in Anne's heart and on her lips.
«You see before you a perfectly happy person, Marilla,» she announced. "I'm perfectly
happy – yes, in spite of my red hair. Just at present I have a soul above red hair. Mrs. Barry
kissed me and cried and said she was so sorry and she could never repay me. I felt fearfully
embarrassed, Marilla, but I just said as politely as I could, `I have no hard feelings for you,
Mrs. Barry. I assure you once for all that I did not mean to intoxicate Diana and henceforth I
shall cover the past with the mantle of oblivion.' That was a pretty dignified way of speaking
wasn't it, Marilla?
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I felt that I was heaping coals of fire on Mrs. Barry's head. And Diana and I had a lovely
afternoon. Diana showed me a new fancy crochet stitch her aunt over at Carmody taught her.
Not a soul in Avonlea knows it but us, and we pledged a solemn vow never to reveal it to
anyone else. Diana gave me a beautiful card with a wreath of roses on it and a verse of
poetry:
"If you love me as I love you Nothing but death can part us two.
And that is true, Marilla. We're going to ask Mr. Phillips to let us sit together in school
again, and Gertie Pye can go with Minnie Andrews. We had an elegant tea. Mrs. Barry had
the very best china set out, Marilla, just as if I was real company. I can't tell you what a thrill
it gave me. Nobody ever used their very best china on my account before. And we had fruit
cake and pound cake and doughnuts and two kinds of preserves, Marilla. And Mrs. Barry
asked me if I took tea and said `Pa, why don't you pass the biscuits to Anne?' It must be
lovely to be grown up, Marilla, when just being treated as if you were is so nice."
«I don't know about that,» said Marilla, with a brief sigh.
«Well, anyway, when I am grown up,» said Anne decidedly, «I'm always going to talk
to little girls as if they were too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words. I know from
sorrowful experience how that hurts one's feelings. After tea Diana and I made taffy. The
taffy wasn't very good, I suppose because neither Diana nor I had ever made any before.
Diana left me to stir it while she buttered the plates and I forgot and let it burn; and then
when we set it out on the platform to cool the cat walked over one plate and that had to be
thrown away. But the making of it was splendid fun. Then when I came home Mrs. Barry
asked me to come over as often as I could and Diana stood at the window and threw kisses
to me all the way down to Lover's Lane. I assure you, Marilla, that I feel like praying tonight
and I'm going to think out a special brand−new prayer in honor of the occasion.»
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CHAPTER XIX − A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession
«M
ARILLA, can I go over to see Diana just for a minute?» asked Anne, running
breathlessly down from the east gable one February evening.
«I don't see what you want to be traipsing about after dark for,» said Marilla shortly.
«You and Diana walked home from school together and then stood down there in the snow
for half an hour more, your tongues going the whole blessed time, clickety−clack. So I don't
think you're very badly off to see her again.»
«But she wants to see me,» pleaded Anne. «She has something very important to tell
me.»
«How do you know she has?»
«Because she just signaled to me from her window. We have arranged a way to signal
with our candles and cardboard. We set the candle on the window sill and make flashes by
passing the cardboard back and forth. So many flashes mean a certain thing. It was my idea,
Marilla.»
«I'll warrant you it was,» said Marilla emphatically. «And the next thing you'll be
setting fire to the curtains with your signaling nonsense.»
«Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes mean, `Are you
there?' Three mean `yes' and four `no.' Five mean, `Come over as soon as possible, because I
have something important to reveal.' Diana has just signaled five flashes, and I'm really
suffering to know what it is.»
«Well, you needn't suffer any longer,» said Marilla sarcastically. «You can go, but
you're to be back here in just ten minutes, remember that.»
Anne did remember it and was back in the stipulated time, although probably no mortal
will ever know just what it cost her to confine the discussion of Diana's important
communication within the limits of ten minutes. But at least she had made good use of them.
«Oh, Marilla, what do you think? You know tomorrow is Diana's birthday. Well, her
mother told her she could ask me to go home with her from school and stay all night with
her. And her cousins are coming over from Newbridge in a big pung sleigh to go to the
Debating Club concert at the hall tomorrow night. And they are going to take Diana and me
to the concert – if you'll let me go, that is. You will, won't you, Marilla? Oh, I feel so
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excited.»
«You can calm down then, because you're not going. You're better at home in your own
bed, and as for that club concert, it's all nonsense, and little girls should not be allowed to go
out to such places at all.»
«I'm sure the Debating Club is a most respectable affair,» pleaded Anne.
«I'm not saying it isn't. But you're not going to begin gadding about to concerts and
staying out all hours of the night. Pretty doings for children. I'm surprised at Mrs. Barry's
letting Diana go.»
«But it's such a very special occasion,» mourned Anne, on the verge of tears. «Diana
has only one birthday in a year. It isn't as if birthdays were common things, Marilla. Prissy
Andrews is going to recite `Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight.' That is such a good moral
piece, Marilla, I'm sure it would do me lots of good to hear it. And the choir are going to
sing four lovely pathetic songs that are pretty near as good as hymns. And oh, Marilla, the
minister is going to take part; yes, indeed, he is; he's going to give an address. That will be
just about the same thing as a sermon. Please, mayn't I go, Marilla?»
«You heard what I said, Anne, didn't you? Take off your boots now and go to bed. It's
past eight.»
«There's just one more thing, Marilla,» said Anne, with the air of producing the last shot
in her locker. «Mrs. Barry told Diana that we might sleep in the spare−room bed. Think of
the honor of your little Anne being put in the spare−room bed.»
«It's an honor you'll have to get along without. Go to bed, Anne, and don't let me hear
another word out of you.»
When Anne, with tears rolling over her cheeks, had gone sorrowfully upstairs, Matthew,
who had been apparently sound asleep on the lounge during the whole dialogue, opened his
eyes and said decidedly:
«Well now, Marilla, I think you ought to let Anne go.»
«I don't then,» retorted Marilla. «Who's bringing this child up, Matthew, you or me?»
«Well now, you,» admitted Matthew.
«Don't interfere then.»
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«Well now, I ain't interfering. It ain't interfering to have your own opinion. And my
opinion is that you ought to let Anne go.»
«You'd think I ought to let Anne go to the moon if she took the notion, I've no doubt»
was Marilla's amiable rejoinder. «I might have let her spend the night with Diana, if that was
all. But I don't approve of this concert plan. She'd go there and catch cold like as not, and
have her head filled up with nonsense and excitement. It would unsettle her for a week. I
understand that child's disposition and what's good for it better than you, Matthew.»
«I think you ought to let Anne go,» repeated Matthew firmly. Argument was not his
strong point, but holding fast to his opinion certainly was. Marilla gave a gasp of
helplessness and took refuge in silence. The next morning, when Anne was washing the
breakfast dishes in the pantry, Matthew paused on his way out to the barn to say to Marilla
again:
«I think you ought to let Anne go, Marilla.»
For a moment Marilla looked things not lawful to be uttered. Then she yielded to the
inevitable and said tartly:
«Very well, she can go, since nothing else'll please you.»
Anne flew out of the pantry, dripping dishcloth in hand.
«Oh, Marilla, Marilla, say those blessed words again.»
«I guess once is enough to say them. This is Matthew's doings and I wash my hands of
it. If you catch pneumonia sleeping in a strange bed or coming out of that hot hall in the
middle of the night, don't blame me, blame Matthew. Anne Shirley, you're dripping greasy
water all over the floor. I never saw such a careless child.»
«Oh, I know I'm a great trial to you, Marilla,» said Anne repentantly. «I make so many
mistakes. But then just think of all the mistakes I don't make, although I might. I'll get some
sand and scrub up the spots before I go to school. Oh, Marilla, my heart was just set on
going to that concert. I never was to a concert in my life, and when the other girls talk about
them in school I feel so out of it. You didn't know just how I felt about it, but you see
Matthew did. Matthew understands me, and it's so nice to be understood, Marilla.»
Anne was too excited to do herself justice as to lessons that morning in school. Gilbert
Blythe spelled her down in class and left her clear out of sight in mental arithmetic. Anne's
consequent humiliation was less than it might have been, however, in view of the concert
and the spare−room bed. She and Diana talked so constantly about it all day that with a
stricter teacher than Mr. Phillips dire disgrace must inevitably have been their portion.
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Anne felt that she could not have borne it if she had not been going to the concert, for
nothing else was discussed that day in school. The Avonlea Debating Club, which met
fortnightly all winter, had had several smaller free entertainments; but this was to be a big
affair, admission ten cents, in aid of the library. The Avonlea young people had been
practicing for weeks, and all the scholars were especially interested in it by reason of older
brothers and sisters who were going to take part. Everybody in school over nine years of age
expected to go, except Carrie Sloane, whose father shared Marilla's opinions about small
girls going out to night concerts. Carrie Sloane cried into her grammar all the afternoon and
felt that life was not worth living.
For Anne the real excitement began with the dismissal of school and increased
therefrom in crescendo until it reached to a crash of positive ecstasy in the concert itself.
They had a «perfectly elegant tea;» and then came the delicious occupation of dressing in
Diana's little room upstairs. Diana did Anne's front hair in the new pompadour style and
Anne tied Diana's bows with the especial knack she possessed; and they experimented with
at least half a dozen different ways of arranging their back hair. At last they were ready,
cheeks scarlet and eyes glowing with excitement.
True, Anne could not help a little pang when she contrasted her plain black tam and
shapeless, tight−sleeved, homemade gray−cloth coat with Diana's jaunty fur cap and smart
little jacket. But she remembered in time that she had an imagination and could use it.
Then Diana's cousins, the Murrays from Newbridge, came; they all crowded into the big
pung sleigh, among straw and furry robes. Anne reveled in the drive to the hall, slipping
along over the satin−smooth roads with the snow crisping under the runners. There was a
magnificent sunset, and the snowy hills and deep−blue water of the St. Lawrence Gulf
seemed to rim??? in the splendor like a huge bowl of pearl and sapphire brimmed with wine
and fire. Tinkles of sleigh bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood
elves, came from every quarter.
«Oh, Diana,» breathed Anne, squeezing Diana's mittened hand under the fur robe, «isn't
it all like a beautiful dream? Do I really look the same as usual? I feel so different that it
seems to me it must show in my looks.»
«You look awfully nice,» said Diana, who having just received a compliment from one
of her cousins, felt that she ought to pass it on. «You've got the loveliest color.»
The program that night was a series of «thrills» for at least one listener in the audience,
and, as Anne assured Diana, every succeeding thrill was thrillier than the last. When Prissy
Andrews, attired in a new pink−silk waist with a string of pearls about her smooth white
throat and real carnations in her hair – rumor whispered that the master had sent all the way
to town for them for her – «climbed the slimy ladder, dark without one ray of light,» Anne
shivered in luxurious sympathy; when the choir sang «Far Above the Gentle Daisies» Anne
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gazed at the ceiling as if it were frescoed with angels; when Sam Sloane proceeded to
explain and illustrate «How Sockery Set a Hen» Anne laughed until people sitting near her
laughed too, more out of sympathy with her than with amusement at a selection that was
rather threadbare even in Avonlea; and when Mr. Phillips gave Mark Antony's oration over
the dead body of Caesar in the most heartstirring tones – looking at Prissy Andrews at the
end of every sentence – Anne felt that she could rise and mutiny on the spot if but one
Roman citizen led the way.
Only one number on the program failed to interest her. When Gilbert Blythe recited
«Bingen on the Rhine» Anne picked up Rhoda Murray's library book and read it until he had
finished, when she sat rigidly stiff and motionless while Diana clapped her hands until they
tingled.
It was eleven when they got home, sated with dissipation, but with the exceeding sweet
pleasure of talking it all over still to come. Everybody seemed asleep and the house was dark
and silent. Anne and Diana tiptoed into the parlor, a long narrow room out of which the
spare room opened. It was pleasantly warm and dimly lighted by the embers of a fire in the
grate.
«Let's undress here,» said Diana. «It's so nice and warm.»
«Hasn't it been a delightful time?» sighed Anne rapturously. «It must be splendid to get
up and recite there. Do you suppose we will ever be asked to do it, Diana?»
"Yes, of course, someday. They're always wanting the big scholars to recite. Gilbert
Blythe does often and he's only two years older than us. Oh, Anne, how could you pretend
not to listen to him? When he came to the line,
"THERE'S ANOTHER, not A SISTER,
he looked right down at you."
«Diana,» said Anne with dignity, «you are my bosom friend, but I cannot allow even
you to speak to me of that person. Are you ready for bed? Let's run a race and see who'll get
to the bed first.»
The suggestion appealed to Diana. The two little white−clad figures flew down the long
room, through the spare−room door, and bounded on the bed at the same moment. And then
– something – moved beneath them, there was a gasp and a cry – and somebody said in
muffled accents:
«Merciful goodness!»
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Anne and Diana were never able to tell just how they got off that bed and out of the
room. They only knew that after one frantic rush they found themselves tiptoeing
shiveringly upstairs.
«Oh, who was it – WHAT was it?» whispered Anne, her teeth chattering with cold and
fright.
«It was Aunt Josephine,» said Diana, gasping with laughter. «Oh, Anne, it was Aunt
Josephine, however she came to be there. Oh, and I know she will be furious. It's dreadful –
it's really dreadful – but did you ever know anything so funny, Anne?»
«Who is your Aunt Josephine?»
«She's father's aunt and she lives in Charlottetown. She's awfully old – seventy anyhow
– and I don't believe she was EVER a little girl. We were expecting her out for a visit, but
not so soon. She's awfully prim and proper and she'll scold dreadfully about this, I know.
Well, we'll have to sleep with Minnie May – and you can't think how she kicks.»
Miss Josephine Barry did not appear at the early breakfast the next morning. Mrs. Barry
smiled kindly at the two little girls.
«Did you have a good time last night? I tried to stay awake until you came home, for I
wanted to tell you Aunt Josephine had come and that you would have to go upstairs after all,
but I was so tired I fell asleep. I hope you didn't disturb your aunt, Diana.»
Diana preserved a discreet silence, but she and Anne exchanged furtive smiles of guilty
amusement across the table. Anne hurried home after breakfast and so remained in blissful
ignorance of the disturbance which presently resulted in the Barry household until the late
afternoon, when she went down to Mrs. Lynde's on an errand for Marilla.
«So you and Diana nearly frightened poor old Miss Barry to death last night?» said Mrs.
Lynde severely, but with a twinkle in her eye. «Mrs. Barry was here a few minutes ago on
her way to Carmody. She's feeling real worried over it. Old Miss Barry was in a terrible
temper when she got up this morning – and Josephine Barry's temper is no joke, I can tell
you that. She wouldn't speak to Diana at all.»
«It wasn't Diana's fault,» said Anne contritely. «It was mine. I suggested racing to see
who would get into bed first.»
«I knew it!» said Mrs. Lynde, with the exultation of a correct guesser. «I knew that idea
came out of your head. Well, it's made a nice lot of trouble, that's what. Old Miss Barry
came out to stay for a month, but she declares she won't stay another day and is going right
back to town tomorrow, Sunday and all as it is. She'd have gone today if they could have
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taken her. She had promised to pay for a quarter's music lessons for Diana, but now she is
determined to do nothing at all for such a tomboy. Oh, I guess they had a lively time of it
there this morning. The Barrys must feel cut up. Old Miss Barry is rich and they'd like to
keep on the good side of her. Of course, Mrs. Barry didn't say just that to me, but I'm a
pretty good judge of human nature, that's what.»
«I'm such an unlucky girl,» mourned Anne. «I'm always getting into scrapes myself and
getting my best friends – people I'd shed my heart's blood for – into them too. Can you tell
me why it is so, Mrs. Lynde?»
«It's because you're too heedless and impulsive, child, that's what. You never stop to
think – whatever comes into your head to say or do you say or do it without a moment's
reflection.»
«Oh, but that's the best of it,» protested Anne. «Something just flashes into your mind,
so exciting, and you must out with it. If you stop to think it over you spoil it all. Haven't you
never felt that yourself, Mrs. Lynde?»
No, Mrs. Lynde had not. She shook her head sagely.
«You must learn to think a little, Anne, that's what. The proverb you need to go by is
`Look before you leap' – especially into spare−room beds.»
Mrs. Lynde laughed comfortably over her mild joke, but Anne remained pensive. She
saw nothing to laugh at in the situation, which to her eyes appeared very serious. When she
left Mrs. Lynde's she took her way across the crusted fields to Orchard Slope. Diana met her
at the kitchen door.
«Your Aunt Josephine was very cross about it, wasn't she?» whispered Anne.
«Yes,» answered Diana, stifling a giggle with an apprehensive glance over her shoulder
at the closed sitting−room door. «She was fairly dancing with rage, Anne. Oh, how she
scolded. She said I was the worst−behaved girl she ever saw and that my parents ought to be
ashamed of the way they had brought me up. She says she won't stay and I'm sure I don't
care. But Father and Mother do.»
«Why didn't you tell them it was my fault?» demanded Anne.
«It's likely I'd do such a thing, isn't it?» said Diana with just scorn. «I'm no telltale,
Anne Shirley, and anyhow I was just as much to blame as you.»
«Well, I'm going in to tell her myself,» said Anne resolutely.
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Diana stared.
«Anne Shirley, you'd never! why – she'll eat you alive!»
«Don't frighten me any more than I am frightened,» implored Anne. «I'd rather walk up
to a cannon's mouth. But I've got to do it, Diana. It was my fault and I've got to confess. I've
had practice in confessing, fortunately.»
«Well, she's in the room,» said Diana. «You can go in if you want to. I wouldn't dare.
And I don't believe you'll do a bit of good.»
With this encouragement Anne bearded the lion in its den – that is to say, walked
resolutely up to the sitting−room door and knocked faintly. A sharp «Come in» followed.
Miss Josephine Barry, thin, prim, and rigid, was knitting fiercely by the fire, her wrath
quite unappeased and her eyes snapping through her gold−rimmed glasses. She wheeled
around in her chair, expecting to see Diana, and beheld a white−faced girl whose great eyes
were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror.
«Who are you?» demanded Miss Josephine Barry, without ceremony.
«I'm Anne of Green Gables,» said the small visitor tremulously, clasping her hands with
her characteristic gesture, «and I've come to confess, if you please.»
«Confess what?»
«That it was all my fault about jumping into bed on you last night. I suggested it. Diana
would never have thought of such a thing, I am sure. Diana is a very ladylike girl, Miss
Barry. So you must see how unjust it is to blame her.»
«Oh, I must, hey? I rather think Diana did her share of the jumping at least. Such
carryings on in a respectable house!»
«But we were only in fun,» persisted Anne. «I think you ought to forgive us, Miss
Barry, now that we've apologized. And anyhow, please forgive Diana and let her have her
music lessons. Diana's heart is set on her music lessons, Miss Barry, and I know too well
what it is to set your heart on a thing and not get it. If you must be cross with anyone, be
cross with me. I've been so used in my early days to having people cross at me that I can
endure it much better than Diana can.»
Much of the snap had gone out of the old lady's eyes by this time and was replaced by a
twinkle of amused interest. But she still said severely:
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«I don't think it is any excuse for you that you were only in fun. Little girls never
indulged in that kind of fun when I was young. You don't know what it is to be awakened
out of a sound sleep, after a long and arduous journey, by two great girls coming bounce
down on you.»
«I don't KNOW, but I can IMAGINE,» said Anne eagerly. «I'm sure it must have been
very disturbing. But then, there is our side of it too. Have you any imagination, Miss Barry?
If you have, just put yourself in our place. We didn't know there was anybody in that bed
and you nearly scared us to death. It was simply awful the way we felt. And then we couldn't
sleep in the spare room after being promised. I suppose you are used to sleeping in spare
rooms. But just imagine what you would feel like if you were a little orphan girl who had
never had such an honor.»
All the snap had gone by this time. Miss Barry actually laughed – a sound which caused
Diana, waiting in speechless anxiety in the kitchen outside, to give a great gasp of relief.
«I'm afraid my imagination is a little rusty – it's so long since I used it,» she said. «I
dare say your claim to sympathy is just as strong as mine. It all depends on the way we look
at it. Sit down here and tell me about yourself.»
«I am very sorry I can't,» said Anne firmly. «I would like to, because you seem like an
interesting lady, and you might even be a kindred spirit although you don't look very much
like it. But it is my duty to go home to Miss Marilla Cuthbert. Miss Marilla Cuthbert is a
very kind lady who has taken me to bring up properly. She is doing her best, but it is very
discouraging work. You must not blame her because I jumped on the bed. But before I go I
do wish you would tell me if you will forgive Diana and stay just as long as you meant to in
Avonlea.»
«I think perhaps I will if you will come over and talk to me occasionally,» said Miss
Barry.
That evening Miss Barry gave Diana a silver bangle bracelet and told the senior
members of the household that she had unpacked her valise.
«I've made up my mind to stay simply for the sake of getting better acquainted with that
Anne−girl,» she said frankly. «She amuses me, and at my time of life an amusing person is a
rarity.»
Marilla's only comment when she heard the story was, «I told you so.» This was for
Matthew's benefit.
Miss Barry stayed her month out and over. She was a more agreeable guest than usual,
for Anne kept her in good humor. They became firm friends.
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When Miss Barry went away she said:
«Remember, you Anne−girl, when you come to town you're to visit me and I'll put you
in my very sparest spare−room bed to sleep.»
«Miss Barry was a kindred spirit, after all,» Anne confided to Marilla. «You wouldn't
think so to look at her, but she is. You don't find it right out at first, as in Matthew's case, but
after a while you come to see it. Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's
splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.»
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CHAPTER XX − A Good Imagination Gone Wrong
S
pring had come once more to Green Gables – the beautiful capricious, reluctant
Canadian spring, lingering along through April and May in a succession of sweet, fresh,
chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth. The maples in
Lover's Lane were red budded and little curly ferns pushed up around the Dryad's Bubble.
Away up in the barrens, behind Mr. Silas Sloane's place, the Mayflowers blossomed out,
pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves. All the school girls and boys had
one golden afternoon gathering them, coming home in the clear, echoing twilight with arms
and baskets full of flowery spoil.
«I'm so sorry for people who live in lands where there are no Mayflowers,» said Anne.
«Diana says perhaps they have something better, but there couldn't be anything better than
Mayflowers, could there, Marilla? And Diana says if they don't know what they are like they
don't miss them. But I think that is the saddest thing of all. I think it would be
TRAGIC, Marilla, not to know what Mayflowers are like and NOT to miss them. Do you
know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers
that died last summer and this is their heaven. But we had a splendid time today, Marilla.
We had our lunch down in a big mossy hollow by an old well – such a ROMANTIC spot.
Charlie Sloane dared Arty Gillis to jump over it, and Arty did because he wouldn't take a
dare. Nobody would in school. It is very FASHIONABLE to dare. Mr. Phillips gave all the
Mayflowers he found to Prissy Andrews and I heard him to say `sweets to the sweet.' He got
that out of a book, I know; but it shows he has some imagination. I was offered some
Mayflowers too, but I rejected them with scorn. I can't tell you the person's name because I
have vowed never to let it cross my lips. We made wreaths of the Mayflowers and put them
on our hats; and when the time came to go home we marched in procession down the road,
two by two, with our bouquets and wreaths, singing `My Home on the Hill.' Oh, it was so
thrilling, Marilla. All Mr. Silas Sloane's folks rushed out to see us and everybody we met on
the road stopped and stared after us. We made a real sensation.»
«Not much wonder! Such silly doings!» was Marilla's response.
After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them.
Anne walked through it on her way to school with reverent steps and worshiping eyes, as if
she trod on holy ground.
«Somehow,» she told Diana, «when I'm going through here I don't really care whether
Gil – whether anybody gets ahead of me in class or not. But when I'm up in school it's all
different and I care as much as ever. There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes
think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever
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so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.»
One June evening, when the orchards were pink blossomed again, when the frogs were
singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the
air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her
gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book,
so she had fallen into wide−eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen,
once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.
In all essential respects the little gable chamber was unchanged. The walls were as
white, the pincushion as hard, the chairs as stiffly and yellowly upright as ever. Yet the
whole character of the room was altered. It was full of a new vital, pulsing personality that
seemed to pervade it and to be quite independent of schoolgirl books and dresses and
ribbons, and even of the cracked blue jug full of apple blossoms on the table. It was as if all
the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although
unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and
moonshine. Presently Marilla came briskly in with some of Anne's freshly ironed school
aprons. She hung them over a chair and sat down with a short sigh. She had had one of her
headaches that afternoon, and although the pain had gone she felt weak and «tuckered out,»
as she expressed it. Anne looked at her with eyes limpid with sympathy.
«I do truly wish I could have had the headache in your place, Marilla. I would have
endured it joyfully for your sake.»
«I guess you did your part in attending to the work and letting me rest,» said Marilla.
«You seem to have got on fairly well and made fewer mistakes than usual. Of course it
wasn't exactly necessary to starch Matthew's handkerchiefs! And most people when they put
a pie in the oven to warm up for dinner take it out and eat it when it gets hot instead of
leaving it to be burned to a crisp. But that doesn't seem to be your way evidently.»
Headaches always left Marilla somewhat sarcastic.
«Oh, I'm so sorry,» said Anne penitently. «I never thought about that pie from the
moment I put it in the oven till now, although I felt INSTINCTIVELY that there was
something missing on the dinner table. I was firmly resolved, when you left me in charge
this morning, not to imagine anything, but keep my thoughts on facts. I did pretty well until
I put the pie in, and then an irresistible temptation came to me to imagine I was an enchanted
princess shut up in a lonely tower with a handsome knight riding to my rescue on a
coal−black steed. So that is how I came to forget the pie. I didn't know I starched the
handkerchiefs. All the time I was ironing I was trying to think of a name for a new island
Diana and I have discovered up the brook. It's the most ravishing spot, Marilla. There are
two maple trees on it and the brook flows right around it. At last it struck me that it would be
splendid to call it Victoria Island because we found it on the Queen's birthday. Both Diana
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and I are very loyal. But I'm sorry about that pie and the handkerchiefs. I wanted to be extra
good today because it's an anniversary. Do you remember what happened this day last year,
Marilla?»
«No, I can't think of anything special.»
«Oh, Marilla, it was the day I came to Green Gables. I shall never forget it. It was the
turning point in my life. Of course it wouldn't seem so important to you. I've been here for a
year and I've been so happy. Of course, I've had my troubles, but one can live down
troubles. Are you sorry you kept me, Marilla?»
«No, I can't say I'm sorry,» said Marilla, who sometimes wondered how she could have
lived before Anne came to Green Gables, «no, not exactly sorry. If you've finished your
lessons, Anne, I want you to run over and ask Mrs. Barry if she'll lend me Diana's apron
pattern.»
«Oh – it's – it's too dark,» cried Anne.
«Too dark? Why, it's only twilight. And goodness knows you've gone over often
enough after dark.»
«I'll go over early in the morning,» said Anne eagerly. «I'll get up at sunrise and go
over, Marilla.»
«What has got into your head now, Anne Shirley? I want that pattern to cut out your
new apron this evening. Go at once and be smart too.»
«I'll have to go around by the road, then,» said Anne, taking up her hat reluctantly.
«Go by the road and waste half an hour! I'd like to catch you!»
«I can't go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla,» cried Anne desperately.
Marilla stared.
«The Haunted Wood! Are you crazy? What under the canopy is the Haunted Wood?»
«The spruce wood over the brook,» said Anne in a whisper.
«Fiddlesticks! There is no such thing as a haunted wood anywhere. Who has been
telling you such stuff?»
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«Nobody,» confessed Anne. «Diana and I just imagined the wood was haunted. All the
places around here are so – so – COMMONPLACE. We just got this up for our own
amusement. We began it in April. A haunted wood is so very romantic, Marilla. We chose
the spruce grove because it's so gloomy. Oh, we have imagined the most harrowing things.
There's a white lady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wrings her
hands and utters wailing cries. She appears when there is to be a death in the family. And the
ghost of a little murdered child haunts the corner up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and
lays its cold fingers on your hand – so. Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder to think of it. And
there's a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the
boughs. Oh, Marilla, I wouldn't go through the Haunted Wood after dark now for anything.
I'd be sure that white things would reach out from behind the trees and grab me.»
«Did ever anyone hear the like!» ejaculated Marilla, who had listened in dumb
amazement. «Anne Shirley, do you mean to tell me you believe all that wicked nonsense of
your own imagination?»
«Not believe EXACTLY,» faltered Anne. «At least, I don't believe it in daylight. But
after dark, Marilla, it's different. That is when ghosts walk.»
«There are no such things as ghosts, Anne.»
«Oh, but there are, Marilla,» cried Anne eagerly. «I know people who have seen them.
And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his grandmother saw his
grandfather driving home the cows one night after he'd been buried for a year. You know
Charlie Sloane's grandmother wouldn't tell a story for anything. She's a very religious
woman. And Mrs. Thomas's father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its
head cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the spirit of his brother and
that it was a warning he would die within nine days. He didn't, but he died two years after,
so you see it was really true. And Ruby Gillis says – »
«Anne Shirley,» interrupted Marilla firmly, «I never want to hear you talking in this
fashion again. I've had my doubts about that imagination of yours right along, and if this is
going to be the outcome of it, I won't countenance any such doings. You'll go right over to
Barry's, and you'll go through that spruce grove, just for a lesson and a warning to you. And
never let me hear a word out of your head about haunted woods again.»
Anne might plead and cry as she liked – and did, for her terror was very real. Her
imagination had run away with her and she held the spruce grove in mortal dread after
nightfall. But Marilla was inexorable. She marched the shrinking ghostseer down to the
spring and ordered her to proceed straightaway over the bridge and into the dusky retreats of
wailing ladies and headless specters beyond.
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«Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?» sobbed Anne. «What would you feel like if a
white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?»
«I'll risk it,» said Marilla unfeelingly. «You know I always mean what I say. I'll cure
you of imagining ghosts into places. March, now.»
Anne marched. That is, she stumbled over the bridge and went shuddering up the
horrible dim path beyond. Anne never forgot that walk. Bitterly did she repent the license
she had given to her imagination. The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about
her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called
them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown
floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long−drawn wail of two old boughs
rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop
of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures. When she reached
Mr. William Bell's field she fled across it as if pursued by an army of white things, and
arrived at the Barry kitchen door so out of breath that she could hardly gasp out her request
for the apron pattern. Diana was away so that she had no excuse to linger. The dreadful
return journey had to be faced. Anne went back over it with shut eyes, preferring to take the
risk of dashing her brains out among the boughs to that of seeing a white thing. When she
finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew one long shivering breath of relief.
«Well, so nothing caught you?» said Marilla unsympathetically.
«Oh, Mar – Marilla,» chattered Anne, «I'll b−b−be contt−tented with
c−c−commonplace places after this.»
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CHAPTER XXI − A New Departure in Flavorings
«D
ear me, there is nothing but meetings and partings in this world, as Mrs. Lynde
says,» remarked Anne plaintively, putting her slate and books down on the kitchen table on
the last day of June and wiping her red eyes with a very damp handkerchief. «Wasn't it
fortunate, Marilla, that I took an extra handkerchief to school today? I had a presentiment
that it would be needed.»
«I never thought you were so fond of Mr. Phillips that you'd require two handkerchiefs
to dry your tears just because he was going away,» said Marilla.
«I don't think I was crying because I was really so very fond of him,» reflected Anne. «I
just cried because all the others did. It was Ruby Gillis started it. Ruby Gillis has always
declared she hated Mr. Phillips, but just as soon as he got up to make his farewell speech she
burst into tears. Then all the girls began to cry, one after the other. I tried to hold out,
Marilla. I tried to remember the time Mr. Phillips made me sit with Gil – with a, boy; and
the time he spelled my name without an e on the blackboard; and how he said I was the
worst dunce he ever saw at geometry and laughed at my spelling; and all the times he had
been so horrid and sarcastic; but somehow I couldn't, Marilla, and I just had to cry too. Jane
Andrews has been talking for a month about how glad she'd be when Mr. Phillips went away
and she declared she'd never shed a tear. Well, she was worse than any of us and had to
borrow a handkerchief from her brother – of course the boys didn't cry – because she hadn't
brought one of her own, not expecting to need it. Oh, Marilla, it was heartrending. Mr.
Phillips made such a beautiful farewell speech beginning, `The time has come for us to part.'
It was very affecting. And he had tears in his eyes too, Marilla. Oh, I felt dreadfully sorry
and remorseful for all the times I'd talked in school and drawn pictures of him on my slate
and made fun of him and Prissy. I can tell you I wished I'd been a model pupil like Minnie
Andrews. She hadn't anything on her conscience. The girls cried all the way home from
school. Carrie Sloane kept saying every few minutes, `The time has come for us to part,' and
that would start us off again whenever we were in any danger of cheering up. I do feel
dreadfully sad, Marilla. But one can't feel quite in the depths of despair with two months'
vacation before them, can they, Marilla? And besides, we met the new minister and his wife
coming from the station. For all I was feeling so bad about Mr. Phillips going away I
couldn't help taking a little interest in a new minister, could I? His wife is very pretty. Not
exactly regally lovely, of course – it wouldn't do, I suppose, for a minister to have a regally
lovely wife, because it might set a bad example. Mrs. Lynde says the minister's wife over at
Newbridge sets a very bad example because she dresses so fashionably. Our new minister's
wife was dressed in blue muslin with lovely puffed sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses.
Jane Andrews said she thought puffed sleeves were too worldly for a minister's wife, but I
didn't make any such uncharitable remark, Marilla, because I know what it is to long for
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puffed sleeves. Besides, she's only been a minister's wife for a little while, so one should
make allowances, shouldn't they? They are going to board with Mrs. Lynde until the manse
is ready.»
If Marilla, in going down to Mrs. Lynde's that evening, was actuated by any motive
save her avowed one of returning the quilting frames she had borrowed the preceding
winter, it was an amiable weakness shared by most of the Avonlea people. Many a thing
Mrs. Lynde had lent, sometimes never expecting to see it again, came home that night in
charge of the borrowers thereof. A new minister, and moreover a minister with a wife, was a
lawful object of curiosity in a quiet little country settlement where sensations were few and
far between.
Old Mr. Bentley, the minister whom Anne had found lacking in imagination, had been
pastor of Avonlea for eighteen years. He was a widower when he came, and a widower he
remained, despite the fact that gossip regularly married him to this, that, or the other one,
every year of his sojourn. In the preceding February he had resigned his charge and departed
amid the regrets of his people, most of whom had the affection born of long intercourse for
their good old minister in spite of his shortcomings as an orator. Since then the Avonlea
church had enjoyed a variety of religious dissipation in listening to the many and various
candidates and «supplies» who came Sunday after Sunday to preach on trial. These stood or
fell by the judgment of the fathers and mothers in Israel; but a certain small, red−haired girl
who sat meekly in the corner of the old Cuthbert pew also had her opinions about them and
discussed the same in full with Matthew, Marilla always declining from principle to criticize
ministers in any shape or form.
«I don't think Mr. Smith would have done, Matthew» was Anne's final summing up.
«Mrs. Lynde says his delivery was so poor, but I think his worst fault was just like Mr.
Bentley's – he had no imagination. And Mr. Terry had too much; he let it run away with him
just as I did mine in the matter of the Haunted Wood. Besides, Mrs. Lynde says his theology
wasn't sound. Mr. Gresham was a very good man and a very religious man, but he told too
many funny stories and made the people laugh in church; he was undignified, and you must
have some dignity about a minister, mustn't you, Matthew? I thought Mr. Marshall was
decidedly attractive; but Mrs. Lynde says he isn't married, or even engaged, because she
made special inquiries about him, and she says it would never do to have a young unmarried
minister in Avonlea, because he might marry in the congregation and that would make
trouble. Mrs. Lynde is a very farseeing woman, isn't she, Matthew? I'm very glad they've
called Mr. Allan. I liked him because his sermon was interesting and he prayed as if he
meant it and not just as if he did it because he was in the habit of it. Mrs. Lynde says he isn't
perfect, but she says she supposes we couldn't expect a perfect minister for seven hundred
and fifty dollars a year, and anyhow his theology is sound because she questioned him
thoroughly on all the points of doctrine. And she knows his wife's people and they are most
respectable and the women are all good housekeepers. Mrs. Lynde says that sound doctrine
in the man and good housekeeping in the woman make an ideal combination for a minister's
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family.»
The new minister and his wife were a young, pleasant−faced couple, still on their
honeymoon, and full of all good and beautiful enthusiasms for their chosen lifework.
Avonlea opened its heart to them from the start. Old and young liked the frank, cheerful
young man with his high ideals, and the bright, gentle little lady who assumed the
mistress−ship of the manse. With Mrs. Allan Anne fell promptly and wholeheartedly in
love. She had discovered another kindred spirit.
«Mrs. Allan is perfectly lovely,» she announced one Sunday afternoon. «She's taken our
class and she's a splendid teacher. She said right away she didn't think it was fair for the
teacher to ask all the questions, and you know, Marilla, that is exactly what I've always
thought. She said we could ask her any question we liked and I asked ever so many. I'm
good at asking questions, Marilla.»
«I believe you» was Marilla's emphatic comment.
«Nobody else asked any except Ruby Gillis, and she asked if there was to be a
Sunday−school picnic this summer. I didn't think that was a very proper question to ask
because it hadn't any connection with the lesson – the lesson was about Daniel in the lions'
den – but Mrs. Allan just smiled and said she thought there would be. Mrs. Allan has a
lovely smile; she has such EXQUISITE dimples in her cheeks. I wish I had dimples in my
cheeks, Marilla. I'm not half so skinny as I was when I came here, but I have no dimples yet.
If I had perhaps I could influence people for good. Mrs. Allan said we ought always to try to
influence other people for good. She talked so nice about everything. I never knew before
that religion was such a cheerful thing. I always thought it was kind of melancholy, but Mrs.
Allan's isn't, and I'd like to be a Christian if I could be one like her. I wouldn't want to be one
like Mr. Superintendent Bell.»
«It's very naughty of you to speak so about Mr. Bell,» said Marilla severely. «Mr. Bell
is a real good man.»
«Oh, of course he's good,» agreed Anne, «but he doesn't seem to get any comfort out of
it. If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it. I suppose Mrs. Allan
is too old to dance and sing and of course it wouldn't be dignified in a minister's wife. But I
can just feel she's glad she's a Christian and that she'd be one even if she could get to heaven
without it.»
«I suppose we must have Mr. and Mrs. Allan up to tea someday soon,» said Marilla
reflectively. «They've been most everywhere but here. Let me see. Next Wednesday would
be a good time to have them. But don't say a word to Matthew about it, for if he knew they
were coming he'd find some excuse to be away that day. He'd got so used to Mr. Bentley he
didn't mind him, but he's going to find it hard to get acquainted with a new minister, and a
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new minister's wife will frighten him to death.»
«I'll be as secret as the dead,» assured Anne. «But oh, Marilla, will you let me make a
cake for the occasion? I'd love to do something for Mrs. Allan, and you know I can make a
pretty good cake by this time.»
«You can make a layer cake,» promised Marilla.
Monday and Tuesday great preparations went on at Green Gables. Having the minister
and his wife to tea was a serious and important undertaking, and Marilla was determined not
to be eclipsed by any of the Avonlea housekeepers. Anne was wild with excitement and
delight. She talked it all over with Diana Tuesday night in the twilight, as they sat on the big
red stones by the Dryad's Bubble and made rainbows in the water with little twigs dipped in
fir balsam.
«Everything is ready, Diana, except my cake which I'm to make in the morning, and the
baking−powder biscuits which Marilla will make just before teatime. I assure you, Diana,
that Marilla and I have had a busy two days of it. It's such a responsibility having a
minister's family to tea. I never went through such an experience before. You should just see
our pantry. It's a sight to behold. We're going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue. We're
to have two kinds of jelly, red and yellow, and whipped cream and lemon pie, and cherry
pie, and three kinds of cookies, and fruit cake, and Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves
that she keeps especially for ministers, and pound cake and layer cake, and biscuits as
aforesaid; and new bread and old both, in case the minister is dyspeptic and can't eat new.
Mrs. Lynde says ministers are dyspeptic, but I don't think Mr. Allan has been a minister long
enough for it to have had a bad effect on him. I just grow cold when I think of my layer
cake. Oh, Diana, what if it shouldn't be good! I dreamed last night that I was chased all
around by a fearful goblin with a big layer cake for a head.»
«It'll be good, all right,» assured Diana, who was a very comfortable sort of friend. «I'm
sure that piece of the one you made that we had for lunch in Idlewild two weeks ago was
perfectly elegant.»
«Yes; but cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially
want them to be good,» sighed Anne, setting a particularly well−balsamed twig afloat.
«However, I suppose I shall just have to trust to Providence and be careful to put in the
flour. Oh, look, Diana, what a lovely rainbow! Do you suppose the dryad will come out after
we go away and take it for a scarf?»
«You know there is no such thing as a dryad,» said Diana. Diana's mother had found out
about the Haunted Wood and had been decidedly angry over it. As a result Diana had
abstained from any further imitative flights of imagination and did not think it prudent to
cultivate a spirit of belief even in harmless dryads.
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«But it's so easy to imagine there is,» said Anne. «Every night before I go to bed, I look
out of my window and wonder if the dryad is really sitting here, combing her locks with the
spring for a mirror. Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning. Oh,
Diana, don't give up your faith in the dryad!»
Wednesday morning came. Anne got up at sunrise because she was too excited to sleep.
She had caught a severe cold in the head by reason of her dabbling in the spring on the
preceding evening; but nothing short of absolute pneumonia could have quenched her
interest in culinary matters that morning. After breakfast she proceeded to make her cake.
When she finally shut the oven door upon it she drew a long breath.
«I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything this time, Marilla. But do you think it will rise?
Just suppose perhaps the baking powder isn't good? I used it out of the new can. And Mrs.
Lynde says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays when
everything is so adulterated. Mrs. Lynde says the Government ought to take the matter up,
but she says we'll never see the day when a Tory Government will do it. Marilla, what if that
cake doesn't rise?»
«We'll have plenty without it» was Marilla's unimpassioned way of looking at the
subject.
The cake did rise, however, and came out of the oven as light and feathery as golden
foam. Anne, flushed with delight, clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly and, in
imagination, saw Mrs. Allan eating it and possibly asking for another piece!
«You'll be using the best tea set, of course, Marilla,» she said. «Can I fix the table with
ferns and wild roses?»
«I think that's all nonsense,» sniffed Marilla. «In my opinion it's the eatables that matter
and not flummery decorations.»
«Mrs. Barry had HER table decorated,» said Anne, who was not entirely guiltless of the
wisdom of the serpent, «and the minister paid her an elegant compliment. He said it was a
feast for the eye as well as the palate.»
«Well, do as you like,» said Marilla, who was quite determined not to be surpassed by
Mrs. Barry or anybody else. «Only mind you leave enough room for the dishes and the
food.»
Anne laid herself out to decorate in a manner and after a fashion that should leave Mrs.
Barry's nowhere. Having abundance of roses and ferns and a very artistic taste of her own,
she made that tea table such a thing of beauty that when the minister and his wife sat down
to it they exclaimed in chorus over it loveliness.
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«It's Anne's doings,» said Marilla, grimly just; and Anne felt that Mrs. Allan's
approving smile was almost too much happiness for this world.
Matthew was there, having been inveigled into the party only goodness and Anne knew
how. He had been in such a state of shyness and nervousness that Marilla had given him up
in despair, but Anne took him in hand so successfully that he now sat at the table in his best
clothes and white collar and talked to the minister not uninterestingly. He never said a word
to Mrs. Allan, but that perhaps was not to be expected.
All went merry as a marriage bell until Anne's layer cake was passed. Mrs. Allan,
having already been helped to a bewildering variety, declined it. But Marilla, seeing the
disappointment on Anne's face, said smilingly:
«Oh, you must take a piece of this, Mrs. Allan. Anne made it on purpose for you.»
«In that case I must sample it,» laughed Mrs. Allan, helping herself to a plump triangle,
as did also the minister and Marilla.
Mrs. Allan took a mouthful of hers and a most peculiar expression crossed her face; not
a word did she say, however, but steadily ate away at it. Marilla saw the expression and
hastened to taste the cake.
«Anne Shirley!» she exclaimed, «what on earth did you put into that cake?»
«Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla,» cried Anne with a look of anguish. «Oh,
isn't it all right?»
«All right! It's simply horrible. Mr. Allan, don't try to eat it. Anne, taste it yourself.
What flavoring did you use?»
«Vanilla,» said Anne, her face scarlet with mortification after tasting the cake. «Only
vanilla. Oh, Marilla, it must have been the baking powder. I had my suspicions of that bak –
»
«Baking powder fiddlesticks! Go and bring me the bottle of vanilla you used.»
Anne fled to the pantry and returned with a small bottle partially filled with a brown
liquid and labeled yellowly, «Best Vanilla.»
Marilla took it, uncorked it, smelled it.
«Mercy on us, Anne, you've flavored that cake with ANODYNE LINIMENT. I broke
the liniment bottle last week and poured what was left into an old empty vanilla bottle. I
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suppose it's partly my fault – I should have warned you – but for pity's sake why couldn't
you have smelled it?»
Anne dissolved into tears under this double disgrace.
«I couldn't – I had such a cold!» and with this she fairly fled to the gable chamber,
where she cast herself on the bed and wept as one who refuses to be comforted.
Presently a light step sounded on the stairs and somebody entered the room.
«Oh, Marilla,» sobbed Anne, without looking up, «I'm disgraced forever. I shall never
be able to live this down. It will get out – things always do get out in Avonlea. Diana will
ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth. I shall always be
pointed at as the girl who flavored a cake with anodyne liniment. Gil – the boys in school
will never get over laughing at it. Oh, Marilla, if you have a spark of Christian pity don't tell
me that I must go down and wash the dishes after this. I'll wash them when the minister and
his wife are gone, but I cannot ever look Mrs. Allan in the face again. Perhaps she'll think I
tried to poison her. Mrs. Lynde says she knows an orphan girl who tried to poison her
benefactor. But the liniment isn't poisonous. It's meant to be taken internally – although not
in cakes. Won't you tell Mrs. Allan so, Marilla?»
«Suppose you jump up and tell her so yourself,» said a merry voice.
Anne flew up, to find Mrs. Allan standing by her bed, surveying her with laughing eyes.
«My dear little girl, you musn't cry like this,» she said, genuinely disturbed by Anne's
tragic face. «Why, it's all just a funny mistake that anybody might make.»
«Oh, no, it takes me to make such a mistake,» said Anne forlornly. «And I wanted to
have that cake so nice for you, Mrs. Allan.»
«Yes, I know, dear. And I assure you I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness just
as much as if it had turned out all right. Now, you mustn't cry any more, but come down
with me and show me your flower garden. Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all
your own. I want to see it, for I'm very much interested in flowers.»
Anne permitted herself to be led down and comforted, reflecting that it was really
providential that Mrs. Allan was a kindred spirit. Nothing more was said about the liniment
cake, and when the guests went away Anne found that she had enjoyed the evening more
than could have been expected, considering that terrible incident. Nevertheless, she sighed
deeply.
«Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?»
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«I'll warrant you'll make plenty in it,» said Marilla. «I never saw your beat for making
mistakes, Anne.»
«Yes, and well I know it,» admitted Anne mournfully. «But have you ever noticed one
encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice.»
«I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones.»
«Oh, don't you see, Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make,
and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a very comforting
thought.»
«Well, you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs,» said Marilla. «It isn't fit for any
human to eat, not even Jerry Boute.»
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CHAPTER XXII − Anne is Invited Out to Tea
«A
nd what are your eyes popping out of your head about. Now?» asked Marilla, when
Anne had just come in from a run to the post office. «Have you discovered another kindred
spirit?» Excitement hung around Anne like a garment, shone in her eyes, kindled in every
feature. She had come dancing up the lane, like a wind−blown sprite, through the mellow
sunshine and lazy shadows of the August evening.
«No, Marilla, but oh, what do you think? I am invited to tea at the manse tomorrow
afternoon! Mrs. Allan left the letter for me at the post office. Just look at it, Marilla. `Miss
Anne Shirley, Green Gables.' That is the first time I was ever called `Miss.' Such a thrill as it
gave me! I shall cherish it forever among my choicest treasures.»
«Mrs. Allan told me she meant to have all the members of her Sunday−school class to
tea in turn,» said Marilla, regarding the wonderful event very coolly. «You needn't get in
such a fever over it. Do learn to take things calmly, child.»
For Anne to take things calmly would have been to change her nature. All «spirit and
fire and dew,» as she was, the pleasures and pains of life came to her with trebled intensity.
Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs of
existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently
understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate.
Therefore Marilla conceived it to be her duty to drill Anne into a tranquil uniformity of
disposition as impossible and alien to her as to a dancing sunbeam in one of the brook
shallows. She did not make much headway, as she sorrowfully admitted to herself. The
downfall of some dear hope or plan plunged Anne into «deeps of affliction.» The fulfillment
thereof exalted her to dizzy realms of delight. Marilla had almost begun to despair of ever
fashioning this waif of the world into her model little girl of demure manners and prim
deportment. Neither would she have believed that she really liked Anne much better as she
was.
Anne went to bed that night speechless with misery because Matthew had said the wind
was round northeast and he feared it would be a rainy day tomorrow. The rustle of the
poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the
full, faraway roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its
strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a
small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day. Anne thought that the morning would
never come.
But all things have an end, even nights before the day on which you are invited to take
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tea at the manse. The morning, in spite of Matthew's predictions, was fine and Anne's spirits
soared to their highest. «Oh, Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love
everybody I see,» she exclaimed as she washed the breakfast dishes. «You don't know how
good I feel! Wouldn't it be nice if it could last? I believe I could be a model child if I were
just invited out to tea every day. But oh, Marilla, it's a solemn occasion too. I feel so
anxious. What if I shouldn't behave properly? You know I never had tea at a manse before,
and I'm not sure that I know all the rules of etiquette, although I've been studying the rules
given in the Etiquette Department of the Family Herald ever since I came here. I'm so afraid
I'll do something silly or forget to do something I should do. Would it be good manners to
take a second helping of anything if you wanted to VERY much?»
«The trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You
should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her,» said
Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly
realized this.
«You are right, Marilla. I'll try not to think about myself at all.»
Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of «etiquette,» for she
came home through the twilight, under a great, high−sprung sky gloried over with trails of
saffron and rosy cloud, in a beatified state of mind and told Marilla all about it happily,
sitting on the big red−sandstone slab at the kitchen door with her tired curly head in
Marilla's gingham lap.
A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the rims of firry
western hills and whistling through the poplars. One clear star hung over the orchard and the
fireflies were flitting over in Lover's Lane, in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs.
Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all
tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting.
«Oh, Marilla, I've had a most FASCINATING time. I feel that I have not lived in vain
and I shall always feel like that even if I should never be invited to tea at a manse again.
When I got there Mrs. Allan met me at the door. She was dressed in the sweetest dress of
pale−pink organdy, with dozens of frills and elbow sleeves, and she looked just like a
seraph. I really think I'd like to be a minister's wife when I grow up, Marilla. A minister
mightn't mind my red hair because he wouldn't be thinking of such worldly things. But then
of course one would have to be naturally good and I'll never be that, so I suppose there's no
use in thinking about it. Some people are naturally good, you know, and others are not. I'm
one of the others. Mrs. Lynde says I'm full of original sin. No matter how hard I try to be
good I can never make such a success of it as those who are naturally good. It's a good deal
like geometry, I expect. But don't you think the trying so hard ought to count for something?
Mrs. Allan is one of the naturally good people. I love her passionately. You know there are
some people, like Matthew and Mrs. Allan that you can love right off without any trouble.
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And there are others, like Mrs. Lynde, that you have to try very hard to love. You know you
OUGHT to love them because they know so much and are such active workers in the
church, but you have to keep reminding yourself of it all the time or else you forget. There
was another little girl at the manse to tea, from the White Sands Sunday school. Her name
was Laurette Bradley, and she was a very nice little girl. Not exactly a kindred spirit, you
know, but still very nice. We had an elegant tea, and I think I kept all the rules of etiquette
pretty well. After tea Mrs. Allan played and sang and she got Lauretta and me to sing too.
Mrs. Allan says I have a good voice and she says I must sing in the Sunday−school choir
after this. You can't think how I was thrilled at the mere thought. I've longed so to sing in the
Sunday−school choir, as Diana does, but I feared it was an honor I could never aspire to.
Lauretta had to go home early because there is a big concert in the White Sands Hotel
tonight and her sister is to recite at it. Lauretta says that the Americans at the hotel give a
concert every fortnight in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and they ask lots of the White
Sands people to recite. Lauretta said she expected to be asked herself someday. I just gazed
at her in awe. After she had gone Mrs. Allan and I had a heart−to−heart talk. I told her
everything – about Mrs. Thomas and the twins and Katie Maurice and Violetta and coming
to Green Gables and my troubles over geometry. And would you believe it, Marilla? Mrs.
Allan told me she was a dunce at geometry too. You don't know how that encouraged me.
Mrs. Lynde came to the manse just before I left, and what do you think, Marilla? The
trustees have hired a new teacher and it's a lady. Her name is Miss Muriel Stacy. Isn't that a
romantic name? Mrs. Lynde says they've never had a female teacher in Avonlea before and
she thinks it is a dangerous innovation. But I think it will be splendid to have a lady teacher,
and I really don't see how I'm going to live through the two weeks before school begins. I'm
so impatient to see her.»
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CHAPTER XXIII − Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor
A
nne had to live through more than two weeks, as it happened. Almost a month having
elapsed since the liniment cake episode, it was high time for her to get into fresh trouble of
some sort, little mistakes, such as absentmindedly emptying a pan of skim milk into a basket
of yarn balls in the pantry instead of into the pigs' bucket, and walking clean over the edge
of the log bridge into the brook while wrapped in imaginative reverie, not really being worth
counting.
A week after the tea at the manse Diana Barry gave a party.
«Small and select,» Anne assured Marilla. «Just the girls in our class.»
They had a very good time and nothing untoward happened until after tea, when they
found themselves in the Barry garden, a little tired of all their games and ripe for any
enticing form of mischief which might present itself. This presently took the form of
«daring.»
Daring was the fashionable amusement among the Avonlea small fry just then. It had
begun among the boys, but soon spread to the girls, and all the silly things that were done in
Avonlea that summer because the doers thereof were «dared» to do them would fill a book
by themselves.
First of all Carrie Sloane dared Ruby Gillis to climb to a certain point in the huge old
willow tree before the front door; which Ruby Gillis, albeit in mortal dread of the fat green
caterpillars with which said tree was infested and with the fear of her mother before her eyes
if she should tear her new muslin dress, nimbly did, to the discomfiture of the aforesaid
Carrie Sloane. Then Josie Pye dared Jane Andrews to hop on her left leg around the garden
without stopping once or putting her right foot to the ground; which Jane Andrews gamely
tried to do, but gave out at the third corner and had to confess herself defeated.
Josie's triumph being rather more pronounced than good taste permitted, Anne Shirley
dared her to walk along the top of the board fence which bounded the garden to the east.
Now, to «walk» board fences requires more skill and steadiness of head and heel than one
might suppose who has never tried it. But Josie Pye, if deficient in some qualities that make
for popularity, had at least a natural and inborn gift, duly cultivated, for walking board
fences. Josie walked the Barry fence with an airy unconcern which seemed to imply that a
little thing like that wasn't worth a «dare.» Reluctant admiration greeted her exploit, for most
of the other girls could appreciate it, having suffered many things themselves in their efforts
to walk fences. Josie descended from her perch, flushed with victory, and darted a defiant
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glance at Anne.
Anne tossed her red braids.
«I don't think it's such a very wonderful thing to walk a little, low, board fence,» she
said. «I knew a girl in Marysville who could walk the ridgepole of a roof.»
«I don't believe it,» said Josie flatly. «I don't believe anybody could walk a ridgepole.
YOU couldn't, anyhow.»
«Couldn't I?» cried Anne rashly.
«Then I dare you to do it,» said Josie defiantly. «I dare you to climb up there and walk
the ridgepole of Mr. Barry's kitchen roof.»
Anne turned pale, but there was clearly only one thing to be done. She walked toward
the house, where a ladder was leaning against the kitchen roof. All the fifth−class girls said,
«Oh!» partly in excitement, partly in dismay.
«Don't you do it, Anne,» entreated Diana. «You'll fall off and be killed. Never mind
Josie Pye. It isn't fair to dare anybody to do anything so dangerous.»
«I must do it. My honor is at stake,» said Anne solemnly. «I shall walk that ridgepole,
Diana, or perish in the attempt. If I am killed you are to have my pearl bead ring.»
Anne climbed the ladder amid breathless silence, gained the ridgepole, balanced herself
uprightly on that precarious footing, and started to walk along it, dizzily conscious that she
was uncomfortably high up in the world and that walking ridgepoles was not a thing in
which your imagination helped you out much. Nevertheless, she managed to take several
steps before the catastrophe came. Then she swayed, lost her balance, stumbled, staggered,
and fell, sliding down over the sun−baked roof and crashing off it through the tangle of
Virginia creeper beneath – all before the dismayed circle below could give a simultaneous,
terrified shriek.
If Anne had tumbled off the roof on the side up which she had ascended Diana would
probably have fallen heir to the pearl bead ring then and there. Fortunately she fell on the
other side, where the roof extended down over the porch so nearly to the ground that a fall
therefrom was a much less serious thing. Nevertheless, when Diana and the other girls had
rushed frantically around the house – except Ruby Gillis, who remained as if rooted to the
ground and went into hysterics – they found Anne lying all white and limp among the wreck
and ruin of the Virginia creeper.
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«Anne, are you killed?» shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her
friend. «Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.»
To the immense relief of all the girls, and especially of Josie Pye, who, in spite of lack
of imagination, had been seized with horrible visions of a future branded as the girl who was
the cause of Anne Shirley's early and tragic death, Anne sat dizzily up and answered
uncertainly:
«No, Diana, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.»
«Where?» sobbed Carrie Sloane. «Oh, where, Anne?» Before Anne could answer Mrs.
Barry appeared on the scene. At sight of her Anne tried to scramble to her feet, but sank
back again with a sharp little cry of pain.
«What's the matter? Where have you hurt yourself?» demanded Mrs. Barry.
«My ankle,» gasped Anne. «Oh, Diana, please find your father and ask him to take me
home. I know I can never walk there. And I'm sure I couldn't hop so far on one foot when
Jane couldn't even hop around the garden.»
Marilla was out in the orchard picking a panful of summer apples when she saw Mr.
Barry coming over the log bridge and up the slope, with Mrs. Barry beside him and a whole
procession of little girls trailing after him. In his arms he carried Anne, whose head lay
limply against his shoulder.
At that moment Marilla had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced her very
heart she realized what Anne had come to mean to her. She would have admitted that she
liked Anne – nay, that she was very fond of Anne. But now she knew as she hurried wildly
down the slope that Anne was dearer to her than anything else on earth.
«Mr. Barry, what has happened to her?» she gasped, more white and shaken than the
self−contained, sensible Marilla had been for many years.
Anne herself answered, lifting her head.
«Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridgepole and I fell off. I expect I
have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the
bright side of things.»
«I might have known you'd go and do something of the sort when I let you go to that
party,» said Marilla, sharp and shrewish in her very relief. «Bring her in here, Mr. Barry,
and lay her on the sofa. Mercy me, the child has gone and fainted!»
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It was quite true. Overcome by the pain of her injury, Anne had one more of her wishes
granted to her. She had fainted dead away.
Matthew, hastily summoned from the harvest field, was straightway dispatched for the
doctor, who in due time came, to discover that the injury was more serious than they had
supposed. Anne's ankle was broken.
That night, when Marilla went up to the east gable, where a white−faced girl was lying,
a plaintive voice greeted her from the bed.
«Aren't you very sorry for me, Marilla?»
«It was your own fault,» said Marilla, twitching down the blind and lighting a lamp.
«And that is just why you should be sorry for me,» said Anne, «because the thought that
it is all my own fault is what makes it so hard. If I could blame it on anybody I would feel so
much better. But what would you have done, Marilla, if you had been dared to walk a
ridgepole?»
«I'd have stayed on good firm ground and let them dare away. Such absurdity!» said
Marilla.
Anne sighed.
«But you have such strength of mind, Marilla. I haven't. I just felt that I couldn't bear
Josie Pye's scorn. She would have crowed over me all my life. And I think I have been
punished so much that you needn't be very cross with me, Marilla. It's not a bit nice to faint,
after all. And the doctor hurt me dreadfully when he was setting my ankle. I won't be able to
go around for six or seven weeks and I'll miss the new lady teacher. She won't be new any
more by the time I'm able to go to school. And Gil – everybody will get ahead of me in
class. Oh, I am an afflicted mortal. But I'll try to bear it all bravely if only you won't be cross
with me, Marilla.»
«There, there, I'm not cross,» said Marilla. «You're an unlucky child, there's no doubt
about that; but as you say, you'll have the suffering of it. Here now, try and eat some
supper.»
«Isn't it fortunate I've got such an imagination?» said Anne. «It will help me through
splendidly, I expect. What do people who haven't any imagination do when they break their
bones, do you suppose, Marilla?»
Anne had good reason to bless her imagination many a time and oft during the tedious
seven weeks that followed. But she was not solely dependent on it. She had many visitors
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and not a day passed without one or more of the schoolgirls dropping in to bring her flowers
and books and tell her all the happenings in the juvenile world of Avonlea.
«Everybody has been so good and kind, Marilla,» sighed Anne happily, on the day
when she could first limp across the floor. «It isn't very pleasant to be laid up; but there is a
bright side to it, Marilla. You find out how many friends you have. Why, even
Superintendent Bell came to see me, and he's really a very fine man. Not a kindred spirit, of
course; but still I like him and I'm awfully sorry I ever criticized his prayers. I believe now
he really does mean them, only he has got into the habit of saying them as if he didn't. He
could get over that if he'd take a little trouble. I gave him a good broad hint. I told him how
hard I tried to make my own little private prayers interesting. He told me all about the time
he broke his ankle when he was a boy. It does seem so strange to think of Superintendent
Bell ever being a boy. Even my imagination has its limits, for I can't imagine THAT. When
I try to imagine him as a boy I see him with gray whiskers and spectacles, just as he looks in
Sunday school, only small. Now, it's so easy to imagine Mrs. Allan as a little girl. Mrs. Allan
has been to see me fourteen times. Isn't that something to be proud of, Marilla? When a
minister's wife has so many claims on her time! She is such a cheerful person to have visit
you, too. She never tells you it's your own fault and she hopes you'll be a better girl on
account of it. Mrs. Lynde always told me that when she came to see me; and she said it in a
kind of way that made me feel she might hope I'd be a better girl but didn't really believe I
would. Even Josie Pye came to see me. I received her as politely as I could, because I think
she was sorry she dared me to walk a ridgepole. If I had been killed she would had to carry a
dark burden of remorse all her life. Diana has been a faithful friend. She's been over every
day to cheer my lonely pillow. But oh, I shall be so glad when I can go to school for I've
heard such exciting things about the new teacher. The girls all think she is perfectly sweet.
Diana says she has the loveliest fair curly hair and such fascinating eyes. She dresses
beautifully, and her sleeve puffs are bigger than anybody else's in Avonlea. Every other
Friday afternoon she has recitations and everybody has to say a piece or take part in a
dialogue. Oh, it's just glorious to think of it. Josie Pye says she hates it but that is just
because Josie has so little imagination. Diana and Ruby Gillis and Jane Andrews are
preparing a dialogue, called `A Morning Visit,' for next Friday. And the Friday afternoons
they don't have recitations Miss Stacy takes them all to the woods for a `field' day and they
study ferns and flowers and birds. And they have physical culture exercises every morning
and evening. Mrs. Lynde says she never heard of such goings on and it all comes of having a
lady teacher. But I think it must be splendid and I believe I shall find that Miss Stacy is a
kindred spirit.»
«There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne,» said Marilla, «and that is that your fall off
the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all.»
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CHAPTER XXIV − Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert
I
t was October again when Anne was ready to go back to school – a glorious October,
all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if
the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain – amethyst, pearl, silver, rose,
and smoke−blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and
there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many−stemmed woods to run
crisply through. The Birch Path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown
all along it. There was a tang in the very air that inspired the hearts of small maidens
tripping, unlike snails, swiftly and willingly to school; and it WAS jolly to be back again at
the little brown desk beside Diana, with Ruby Gillis nodding across the aisle and Carrie
Sloane sending up notes and Julia Bell passing a «chew» of gum down from the back seat.
Anne drew a long breath of happiness as she sharpened her pencil and arranged her picture
cards in her desk. Life was certainly very interesting.
In the new teacher she found another true and helpful friend. Miss Stacy was a bright,
sympathetic young woman with the happy gift of winning and holding the affections of her
pupils and bringing out the best that was in them mentally and morally. Anne expanded like
a flower under this wholesome influence and carried home to the admiring Matthew and the
critical Marilla glowing accounts of schoolwork and aims.
«I love Miss Stacy with my whole heart, Marilla. She is so ladylike and she has such a
sweet voice. When she pronounces my name I feel INSTINCTIVELY that she's spelling it
with an E. We had recitations this afternoon. I just wish you could have been there to hear
me recite `Mary, Queen of Scots.' I just put my whole soul into it. Ruby Gillis told me
coming home that the way I said the line, `Now for my father's arm,' she said, `my woman's
heart farewell,' just made her blood run cold.»
«Well now, you might recite it for me some of these days, out in the barn,» suggested
Matthew.
«Of course I will,» said Anne meditatively, «but I won't be able to do it so well, I know.
It won't be so exciting as it is when you have a whole schoolful before you hanging
breathlessly on your words. I know I won't be able to make your blood run cold.»
«Mrs. Lynde says it made HER blood run cold to see the boys climbing to the very tops
of those big trees on Bell's hill after crows' nests last Friday,» said Marilla. «I wonder at
Miss Stacy for encouraging it.»
«But we wanted a crow's nest for nature study,» explained Anne. «That was on our field
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afternoon. Field afternoons are splendid, Marilla. And Miss Stacy explains everything so
beautifully. We have to write compositions on our field afternoons and I write the best
ones.»
«It's very vain of you to say so then. You'd better let your teacher say it.»
«But she DID say it, Marilla. And indeed I'm not vain about it. How can I be, when I'm
such a dunce at geometry? Although I'm really beginning to see through it a little, too. Miss
Stacy makes it so clear. Still, I'll never be good at it and I assure you it is a humbling
reflection. But I love writing compositions. Mostly Miss Stacy lets us choose our own
subjects; but next week we are to write a composition on some remarkable person. It's hard
to choose among so many remarkable people who have lived. Mustn't it be splendid to be
remarkable and have compositions written about you after you're dead? Oh, I would dearly
love to be remarkable. I think when I grow up I'll be a trained nurse and go with the Red
Crosses to the field of battle as a messenger of mercy. That is, if I don't go out as a foreign
missionary. That would be very romantic, but one would have to be very good to be a
missionary, and that would be a stumbling block. We have physical culture exercises every
day, too. They make you graceful and promote digestion.»
«Promote fiddlesticks!» said Marilla, who honestly thought it was all nonsense.
But all the field afternoons and recitation Fridays and physical culture contortions paled
before a project which Miss Stacy brought forward in November. This was that the scholars
of Avonlea school should get up a concert and hold it in the hall on Christmas Night, for the
laudable purpose of helping to pay for a schoolhouse flag. The pupils one and all taking
graciously to this plan, the preparations for a program were begun at once. And of all the
excited performers−elect none was so excited as Anne Shirley, who threw herself into the
undertaking heart and soul, hampered as she was by Marilla's disapproval. Marilla thought it
all rank foolishness.
«It's just filling your heads up with nonsense and taking time that ought to be put on
your lessons,» she grumbled. «I don't approve of children's getting up concerts and racing
about to practices. It makes them vain and forward and fond of gadding.»
«But think of the worthy object,» pleaded Anne. «A flag will cultivate a spirit of
patriotism, Marilla.»
«Fudge! There's precious little patriotism in the thoughts of any of you. All you want is
a good time.»
«Well, when you can combine patriotism and fun, isn't it all right? Of course it's real
nice to be getting up a concert. We're going to have six choruses and Diana is to sing a solo.
I'm in two dialogues – `The Society for the Suppression of Gossip' and `The Fairy Queen.'
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The boys are going to have a dialogue too. And I'm to have two recitations, Marilla. I just
tremble when I think of it, but it's a nice thrilly kind of tremble. And we're to have a tableau
at the last – `Faith, Hope and Charity.' Diana and Ruby and I are to be in it, all draped in
white with flowing hair. I'm to be Hope, with my hands clasped – so – and my eyes uplifted.
I'm going to practice my recitations in the garret. Don't be alarmed if you hear me groaning.
I have to groan heartrendingly in one of them, and it's really hard to get up a good artistic
groan, Marilla. Josie Pye is sulky because she didn't get the part she wanted in the dialogue.
She wanted to be the fairy queen. That would have been ridiculous, for who ever heard of a
fairy queen as fat as Josie? Fairy queens must be slender. Jane Andrews is to be the queen
and I am to be one of her maids of honor. Josie says she thinks a red−haired fairy is just as
ridiculous as a fat one, but I do not let myself mind what Josie says. I'm to have a wreath of
white roses on my hair and Ruby Gillis is going to lend me her slippers because I haven't
any of my own. It's necessary for fairies to have slippers, you know. You couldn't imagine a
fairy wearing boots, could you? Especially with copper toes? We are going to decorate the
hall with creeping spruce and fir mottoes with pink tissue−paper roses in them. And we are
all to march in two by two after the audience is seated, while Emma White plays a march on
the organ. Oh, Marilla, I know you are not so enthusiastic about it as I am, but don't you
hope your little Anne will distinguish herself?»
«All I hope is that you'll behave yourself. I'll be heartily glad when all this fuss is over
and you'll be able to settle down. You are simply good for nothing just now with your head
stuffed full of dialogues and groans and tableaus. As for your tongue, it's a marvel it's not
clean worn out.»
Anne sighed and betook herself to the back yard, over which a young new moon was
shining through the leafless poplar boughs from an apple−green western sky, and where
Matthew was splitting wood. Anne perched herself on a block and talked the concert over
with him, sure of an appreciative and sympathetic listener in this instance at least.
«Well now, I reckon it's going to be a pretty good concert. And I expect you'll do your
part fine,» he said, smiling down into her eager, vivacious little face. Anne smiled back at
him. Those two were the best of friends and Matthew thanked his stars many a time and oft
that he had nothing to do with bringing her up. That was Marilla's exclusive duty; if it had
been his he would have been worried over frequent conflicts between inclination and said
duty. As it was, he was free to, «spoil Anne» – Marilla's phrasing – as much as he liked. But
it was not such a bad arrangement after all; a little «appreciation» sometimes does quite as
much good as all the conscientious «bringing up» in the world.
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CHAPTER XXV − Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves
M
atthew was having a bad ten minutes of it. He had come into the kitchen, in the
twilight of a cold, gray December evening, and had sat down in the woodbox corner to take
off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were
having a practice of «The Fairy Queen» in the sitting room. Presently they came trooping
through the hall and out into the kitchen, laughing and chattering gaily. They did not see
Matthew, who shrank bashfully back into the shadows beyond the woodbox with a boot in
one hand and a bootjack in the other, and he watched them shyly for the aforesaid ten
minutes as they put on caps and jackets and talked about the dialogue and the concert. Anne
stood among them, bright eyed and animated as they; but Matthew suddenly became
conscious that there was something about her different from her mates. And what worried
Matthew was that the difference impressed him as being something that should not exist.
Anne had a brighter face, and bigger, starrier eyes, and more delicate features than the other;
even shy, unobservant Matthew had learned to take note of these things; but the difference
that disturbed him did not consist in any of these respects. Then in what did it consist?
Matthew was haunted by this question long after the girls had gone, arm in arm, down
the long, hard−frozen lane and Anne had betaken herself to her books. He could not refer it
to Marilla, who, he felt, would be quite sure to sniff scornfully and remark that the only
difference she saw between Anne and the other girls was that they sometimes kept their
tongues quiet while Anne never did. This, Matthew felt, would be no great help.
He had recourse to his pipe that evening to help him study it out, much to Marilla's
disgust. After two hours of smoking and hard reflection Matthew arrived at a solution of his
problem. Anne was not dressed like the other girls!
The more Matthew thought about the matter the more he was convinced that Anne
never had been dressed like the other girls – never since she had come to Green Gables.
Marilla kept her clothed in plain, dark dresses, all made after the same unvarying pattern. If
Matthew knew there was such a thing as fashion in dress it was as much as he did; but he
was quite sure that Anne's sleeves did not look at all like the sleeves the other girls wore. He
recalled the cluster of little girls he had seen around her that evening – all gay in waists of
red and blue and pink and white – and he wondered why Marilla always kept her so plainly
and soberly gowned.
Of course, it must be all right. Marilla knew best and Marilla was bringing her up.
Probably some wise, inscrutable motive was to be served thereby. But surely it would do no
harm to let the child have one pretty dress – something like Diana Barry always wore.
Matthew decided that he would give her one; that surely could not be objected to as an
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unwarranted putting in of his oar. Christmas was only a fortnight off. A nice new dress
would be the very thing for a present. Matthew, with a sigh of satisfaction, put away his pipe
and went to bed, while Marilla opened all the doors and aired the house.
The very next evening Matthew betook himself to Carmody to buy the dress,
determined to get the worst over and have done with it. It would be, he felt assured, no
trifling ordeal. There were some things Matthew could buy and prove himself no mean
bargainer; but he knew he would be at the mercy of shopkeepers when it came to buying a
girl's dress.
After much cogitation Matthew resolved to go to Samuel Lawson's store instead of
William Blair's. To be sure, the Cuthberts always had gone to William Blair's; it was almost
as much a matter of conscience with them as to attend the Presbyterian church and vote
Conservative. But William Blair's two daughters frequently waited on customers there and
Matthew held them in absolute dread. He could contrive to deal with them when he knew
exactly what he wanted and could point it out; but in such a matter as this, requiring
explanation and consultation, Matthew felt that he must be sure of a man behind the counter.
So he would go to Lawson's, where Samuel or his son would wait on him.
Alas! Matthew did not know that Samuel, in the recent expansion of his business, had
set up a lady clerk also; she was a niece of his wife's and a very dashing young person
indeed, with a huge, drooping pompadour, big, rolling brown eyes, and a most extensive and
bewildering smile. She was dressed with exceeding smartness and wore several bangle
bracelets that glittered and rattled and tinkled with every movement of her hands. Matthew
was covered with confusion at finding her there at all; and those bangles completely
wrecked his wits at one fell swoop.
«What can I do for you this evening, Mr. Cuthbert?» Miss Lucilla Harris inquired,
briskly and ingratiatingly, tapping the counter with both hands.
«Have you any – any – any – well now, say any garden rakes?» stammered Matthew.
Miss Harris looked somewhat surprised, as well she might, to hear a man inquiring for
garden rakes in the middle of December.
«I believe we have one or two left over,» she said, «but they're upstairs in the lumber
room. I'll go and see.» During her absence Matthew collected his scattered senses for
another effort.
When Miss Harris returned with the rake and cheerfully inquired: «Anything else
tonight, Mr. Cuthbert?» Matthew took his courage in both hands and replied: «Well now,
since you suggest it, I might as well – take – that is – look at – buy some – some hayseed.»
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Miss Harris had heard Matthew Cuthbert called odd. She now concluded that he was
entirely crazy.
«We only keep hayseed in the spring,» she explained loftily. «We've none on hand just
now.»
«Oh, certainly – certainly – just as you say,» stammered unhappy Matthew, seizing the
rake and making for the door. At the threshold he recollected that he had not paid for it and
he turned miserably back. While Miss Harris was counting out his change he rallied his
powers for a final desperate attempt.
«Well now – if it isn't too much trouble – I might as well – that is – I'd like to look at –
at – some sugar.»
«White or brown?» queried Miss Harris patiently.
«Oh – well now – brown,» said Matthew feebly.
«There's a barrel of it over there,» said Miss Harris, shaking her bangles at it. «It's the
only kind we have.»
«I'll – I'll take twenty pounds of it,» said Matthew, with beads of perspiration standing
on his forehead.
Matthew had driven halfway home before he was his own man again. It had been a
gruesome experience, but it served him right, he thought, for committing the heresy of going
to a strange store. When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool house, but the sugar he
carried in to Marilla.
«Brown sugar!» exclaimed Marilla. «Whatever possessed you to get so much? You
know I never use it except for the hired man's porridge or black fruit cake. Jerry's gone and
I've made my cake long ago. It's not good sugar, either – it's coarse and dark – William Blair
doesn't usually keep sugar like that.»
«I – I thought it might come in handy sometime,» said Matthew, making good his
escape.
When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to
cope with the situation. Marilla was out of the question. Matthew felt sure she would throw
cold water on his project at once. Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other woman in
Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly, and
that good lady promptly took the matter out of the harassed man's hands.
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«Pick out a dress for you to give Anne? To be sure I will. I'm going to Carmody
tomorrow and I'll attend to it. Have you something particular in mind? No? Well, I'll just go
by my own judgment then. I believe a nice rich brown would just suit Anne, and William
Blair has some new gloria in that's real pretty. Perhaps you'd like me to make it up for her,
too, seeing that if Marilla was to make it Anne would probably get wind of it before the time
and spoil the surprise? Well, I'll do it. No, it isn't a mite of trouble. I like sewing. I'll make it
to fit my niece, Jenny Gillis, for she and Anne are as like as two peas as far as figure goes.»
«Well now, I'm much obliged,» said Matthew, «and – and – I dunno – but I'd like – I
think they make the sleeves different nowadays to what they used to be. If it wouldn't be
asking too much I – I'd like them made in the new way.»
«Puffs? Of course. You needn't worry a speck more about it, Matthew. I'll make it up in
the very latest fashion,» said Mrs. Lynde. To herself she added when Matthew had gone:
«It'll be a real satisfaction to see that poor child wearing something decent for once. The
way Marilla dresses her is positively ridiculous, that's what, and I've ached to tell her so
plainly a dozen times. I've held my tongue though, for I can see Marilla doesn't want advice
and she thinks she knows more about bringing children up than I do for all she's an old maid.
But that's always the way. Folks that has brought up children know that there's no hard and
fast method in the world that'll suit every child. But them as never have think it's all as plain
and easy as Rule of Three – just set your three terms down so fashion, and the sum'll work
out correct. But flesh and blood don't come under the head of arithmetic and that's where
Marilla Cuthbert makes her mistake. I suppose she's trying to cultivate a spirit of humility in
Anne by dressing her as she does; but it's more likely to cultivate envy and discontent. I'm
sure the child must feel the difference between her clothes and the other girls'. But to think
of Matthew taking notice of it! That man is waking up after being asleep for over sixty
years.»
Marilla knew all the following fortnight that Matthew had something on his mind, but
what it was she could not guess, until Christmas Eve, when Mrs. Lynde brought up the new
dress. Marilla behaved pretty well on the whole, although it is very likely she distrusted Mrs.
Lynde's diplomatic explanation that she had made the dress because Matthew was afraid
Anne would find out about it too soon if Marilla made it.
«So this is what Matthew has been looking so mysterious over and grinning about to
himself for two weeks, is it?» she said a little stiffly but tolerantly. «I knew he was up to
some foolishness. Well, I must say I don't think Anne needed any more dresses. I made her
three good, warm, serviceable ones this fall, and anything more is sheer extravagance.
There's enough material in those sleeves alone to make a waist, I declare there is. You'll just
pamper Anne's vanity, Matthew, and she's as vain as a peacock now. Well, I hope she'll be
satisfied at last, for I know she's been hankering after those silly sleeves ever since they
came in, although she never said a word after the first. The puffs have been getting bigger
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and more ridiculous right along; they're as big as balloons now. Next year anybody who
wears them will have to go through a door sideways.»
Christmas morning broke on a beautiful white world. It had been a very mild December
and people had looked forward to a green Christmas; but just enough snow fell softly in the
night to transfigure Avonlea. Anne peeped out from her frosted gable window with
delighted eyes. The firs in the Haunted Wood were all feathery and wonderful; the birches
and wild cherry trees were outlined in pearl; the plowed fields were stretches of snowy
dimples; and there was a crisp tang in the air that was glorious. Anne ran downstairs singing
until her voice reechoed through Green Gables.
«Merry Christmas, Marilla! Merry Christmas, Matthew! Isn't it a lovely Christmas? I'm
so glad it's white. Any other kind of Christmas doesn't seem real, does it? I don't like green
Christmases. They're not green – they're just nasty faded browns and grays. What makes
people call them green? Why – why – Matthew, is that for me? Oh, Matthew!»
Matthew had sheepishly unfolded the dress from its paper swathings and held it out
with a deprecatory glance at Marilla, who feigned to be contemptuously filling the teapot,
but nevertheless watched the scene out of the corner of her eye with a rather interested air.
Anne took the dress and looked at it in reverent silence. Oh, how pretty it was – a lovely
soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings; a waist
elaborately pintucked in the most fashionable way, with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the
neck. But the sleeves – they were the crowning glory! Long elbow cuffs, and above them
two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown−silk ribbon.
«That's a Christmas present for you, Anne,» said Matthew shyly. «Why – why – Anne,
don't you like it? Well now – well now.»
For Anne's eyes had suddenly filled with tears.
«Like it! Oh, Matthew!» Anne laid the dress over a chair and clasped her hands.
«Matthew, it's perfectly exquisite. Oh, I can never thank you enough. Look at those sleeves!
Oh, it seems to me this must be a happy dream.»
«Well, well, let us have breakfast,» interrupted Marilla. «I must say, Anne, I don't think
you needed the dress; but since Matthew has got it for you, see that you take good care of it.
There's a hair ribbon Mrs. Lynde left for you. It's brown, to match the dress. Come now, sit
in.»
«I don't see how I'm going to eat breakfast,» said Anne rapturously. «Breakfast seems
so commonplace at such an exciting moment. I'd rather feast my eyes on that dress. I'm so
glad that puffed sleeves are still fashionable. It did seem to me that I'd never get over it if
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they went out before I had a dress with them. I'd never have felt quite satisfied, you see. It
was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give me the ribbon too. I feel that I ought to be a very good girl
indeed. It's at times like this I'm sorry I'm not a model little girl; and I always resolve that I
will be in future. But somehow it's hard to carry out your resolutions when irresistible
temptations come. Still, I really will make an extra effort after this.»
When the commonplace breakfast was over Diana appeared, crossing the white log
bridge in the hollow, a gay little figure in her crimson ulster. Anne flew down the slope to
meet her.
«Merry Christmas, Diana! And oh, it's a wonderful Christmas. I've something splendid
to show you. Matthew has given me the loveliest dress, with SUCH sleeves. I couldn't even
imagine any nicer.»
«I've got something more for you,» said Diana breathlessly. «Here – this box. Aunt
Josephine sent us out a big box with ever so many things in it – and this is for you. I'd have
brought it over last night, but it didn't come until after dark, and I never feel very
comfortable coming through the Haunted Wood in the dark now.»
Anne opened the box and peeped in. First a card with «For the Anne−girl and Merry
Christmas,» written on it; and then, a pair of the daintiest little kid slippers, with beaded toes
and satin bows and glistening buckles.
«Oh,» said Anne, «Diana, this is too much. I must be dreaming.»
«I call it providential,» said Diana. «You won't have to borrow Ruby's slippers now, and
that's a blessing, for they're two sizes too big for you, and it would be awful to hear a fairy
shuffling. Josie Pye would be delighted. Mind you, Rob Wright went home with Gertie Pye
from the practice night before last. Did you ever hear anything equal to that?»
All the Avonlea scholars were in a fever of excitement that day, for the hall had to be
decorated and a last grand rehearsal held.
The concert came off in the evening and was a pronounced success. The little hall was
crowded; all the performers did excellently well, but Anne was the bright particular star of
the occasion, as even envy, in the shape of Josie Pye, dared not deny.
«Oh, hasn't it been a brilliant evening?» sighed Anne, when it was all over and she and
Diana were walking home together under a dark, starry sky.
«Everything went off very well,» said Diana practically. «I guess we must have made as
much as ten dollars. Mind you, Mr. Allan is going to send an account of it to the
Charlottetown papers.»
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«Oh, Diana, will we really see our names in print? It makes me thrill to think of it. Your
solo was perfectly elegant, Diana. I felt prouder than you did when it was encored. I just said
to myself, `It is my dear bosom friend who is so honored.'»
«Well, your recitations just brought down the house, Anne. That sad one was simply
splendid.»
«Oh, I was so nervous, Diana. When Mr. Allan called out my name I really cannot tell
how I ever got up on that platform. I felt as if a million eyes were looking at me and through
me, and for one dreadful moment I was sure I couldn't begin at all. Then I thought of my
lovely puffed sleeves and took courage. I knew that I must live up to those sleeves, Diana.
So I started in, and my voice seemed to be coming from ever so far away. I just felt like a
parrot. It's providential that I practiced those recitations so often up in the garret, or I'd never
have been able to get through. Did I groan all right?»
«Yes, indeed, you groaned lovely,» assured Diana.
«I saw old Mrs. Sloane wiping away tears when I sat down. It was splendid to think I
had touched somebody's heart. It's so romantic to take part in a concert, isn't it? Oh, it's been
a very memorable occasion indeed.»
«Wasn't the boys' dialogue fine?» said Diana. «Gilbert Blythe was just splendid. Anne, I
do think it's awful mean the way you treat Gil. Wait till I tell you. When you ran off the
platform after the fairy dialogue one of your roses fell out of your hair. I saw Gil pick it up
and put it in his breast pocket. There now. You're so romantic that I'm sure you ought to be
pleased at that.»
«It's nothing to me what that person does,» said Anne loftily. «I simply never waste a
thought on him, Diana.»
That night Marilla and Matthew, who had been out to a concert for the first time in
twenty years, sat for a while by the kitchen fire after Anne had gone to bed.
«Well now, I guess our Anne did as well as any of them,» said Matthew proudly.
«Yes, she did,» admitted Marilla. «She's a bright child, Matthew. And she looked real
nice too. I've been kind of opposed to this concert scheme, but I suppose there's no real harm
in it after all. Anyhow, I was proud of Anne tonight, although I'm not going to tell her so.»
«Well now, I was proud of her and I did tell her so 'fore she went upstairs,» said
Matthew. «We must see what we can do for her some of these days, Marilla. I guess she'll
need something more than Avonlea school by and by.»
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«There's time enough to think of that,» said Marilla. «She's only thirteen in March.
Though tonight it struck me she was growing quite a big girl. Mrs. Lynde made that dress a
mite too long, and it makes Anne look so tall. She's quick to learn and I guess the best thing
we can do for her will be to send her to Queen's after a spell. But nothing need be said about
that for a year or two yet.»
«Well now, it'll do no harm to be thinking it over off and on,» said Matthew. «Things
like that are all the better for lots of thinking over.»
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J
unior Avonlea found it hard to settle down to humdrum existence again. To Anne in
particular things seemed fearfully flat, stale, and unprofitable after the goblet of excitement
she had been sipping for weeks. Could she go back to the former quiet pleasures of those
faraway days before the concert? At first, as she told Diana, she did not really think she
could.
«I'm positively certain, Diana, that life can never be quite the same again as it was in
those olden days,» she said mournfully, as if referring to a period of at least fifty years back.
«Perhaps after a while I'll get used to it, but I'm afraid concerts spoil people for everyday
life. I suppose that is why Marilla disapproves of them. Marilla is such a sensible woman. It
must be a great deal better to be sensible; but still, I don't believe I'd really want to be a
sensible person, because they are so unromantic. Mrs. Lynde says there is no danger of my
ever being one, but you can never tell. I feel just now that I may grow up to be sensible yet.
But perhaps that is only because I'm tired. I simply couldn't sleep last night for ever so long.
I just lay awake and imagined the concert over and over again. That's one splendid thing
about such affairs – it's so lovely to look back to them.»
Eventually, however, Avonlea school slipped back into its old groove and took up its
old interests. To be sure, the concert left traces. Ruby Gillis and Emma White, who had
quarreled over a point of precedence in their platform seats, no longer sat at the same desk,
and a promising friendship of three years was broken up. Josie Pye and Julia Bell did not
«speak» for three months, because Josie Pye had told Bessie Wright that Julia Bell's bow
when she got up to recite made her think of a chicken jerking its head, and Bessie told Julia.
None of the Sloanes would have any dealings with the Bells, because the Bells had declared
that the Sloanes had too much to do in the program, and the Sloanes had retorted that the
Bells were not capable of doing the little they had to do properly. Finally, Charlie Sloane
fought Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, because Moody Spurgeon had said that Anne Shirley
put on airs about her recitations, and Moody Spurgeon was «licked»; consequently Moody
Spurgeon's sister, Ella May, would not «speak» to Anne Shirley all the rest of the winter.
With the exception of these trifling frictions, work in Miss Stacy's little kingdom went on
with regularity and smoothness.
The winter weeks slipped by. It was an unusually mild winter, with so little snow that
Anne and Diana could go to school nearly every day by way of the Birch Path. On Anne's
birthday they were tripping lightly down it, keeping eyes and ears alert amid all their chatter,
for Miss Stacy had told them that they must soon write a composition on «A Winter's Walk
in the Woods,» and it behooved them to be observant.
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«Just think, Diana, I'm thirteen years old today,» remarked Anne in an awed voice. «I
can scarcely realize that I'm in my teens. When I woke this morning it seemed to me that
everything must be different. You've been thirteen for a month, so I suppose it doesn't seem
such a novelty to you as it does to me. It makes life seem so much more interesting. In two
more years I'll be really grown up. It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big
words then without being laughed at.»
«Ruby Gillis says she means to have a beau as soon as she's fifteen,» said Diana.
«Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but beaus,» said Anne disdainfully. «She's actually
delighted when anyone writes her name up in a take−notice for all she pretends to be so
mad. But I'm afraid that is an uncharitable speech. Mrs. Allan says we should never make
uncharitable speeches; but they do slip out so often before you think, don't they? I simply
can't talk about Josie Pye without making an uncharitable speech, so I never mention her at
all. You may have noticed that. I'm trying to be as much like Mrs. Allan as I possibly can,
for I think she's perfect. Mr. Allan thinks so too. Mrs. Lynde says he just worships the
ground she treads on and she doesn't really think it right for a minister to set his affections so
much on a mortal being. But then, Diana, even ministers are human and have their besetting
sins just like everybody else. I had such an interesting talk with Mrs. Allan about besetting
sins last Sunday afternoon. There are just a few things it's proper to talk about on Sundays
and that is one of them. My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties.
I'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I'm really thirteen perhaps I'll get on
better.»
«In four more years we'll be able to put our hair up,» said Diana. «Alice Bell is only
sixteen and she is wearing hers up, but I think that's ridiculous. I shall wait until I'm
seventeen.»
«If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose,» said Anne decidedly, «I wouldn't – but there! I
won't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable. Besides, I was
comparing it with my own nose and that's vanity. I'm afraid I think too much about my nose
ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago. It really is a great comfort to me. Oh,
Diana, look, there's a rabbit. That's something to remember for our woods composition. I
really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer. They're so white and still,
as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams.»
«I won't mind writing that composition when its time comes,» sighed Diana. «I can
manage to write about the woods, but the one we're to hand in Monday is terrible. The idea
of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!»
«Why, it's as easy as wink,» said Anne.
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«It's easy for you because you have an imagination,» retorted Diana, «but what would
you do if you had been born without one? I suppose you have your composition all done?»
Anne nodded, trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably.
«I wrote it last Monday evening. It's called `The Jealous Rival; or In Death Not
Divided.' I read it to Marilla and she said it was stuff and nonsense. Then I read it to
Matthew and he said it was fine. That is the kind of critic I like. It's a sad, sweet story. I just
cried like a child while I was writing it. It's about two beautiful maidens called Cordelia
Montmorency and Geraldine Seymour who lived in the same village and were devotedly
attached to each other. Cordelia was a regal brunette with a coronet of midnight hair and
duskly flashing eyes. Geraldine was a queenly blonde with hair like spun gold and velvety
purple eyes.»
«I never saw anybody with purple eyes,» said Diana dubiously.
«Neither did I. I just imagined them. I wanted something out of the common. Geraldine
had an alabaster brow too. I've found out what an alabaster brow is. That is one of the
advantages of being thirteen. You know so much more than you did when you were only
twelve.»
«Well, what became of Cordelia and Geraldine?» asked Diana, who was beginning to
feel rather interested in their fate.
«They grew in beauty side by side until they were sixteen. Then Bertram DeVere came
to their native village and fell in love with the fair Geraldine. He saved her life when her
horse ran away with her in a carriage, and she fainted in his arms and he carried her home
three miles; because, you understand, the carriage was all smashed up. I found it rather hard
to imagine the proposal because I had no experience to go by. I asked Ruby Gillis if she
knew anything about how men proposed because I thought she'd likely be an authority on
the subject, having so many sisters married. Ruby told me she was hid in the hall pantry
when Malcolm Andres proposed to her sister Susan. She said Malcolm told Susan that his
dad had given him the farm in his own name and then said, `What do you say, darling pet, if
we get hitched this fall?' And Susan said, `Yes – no – I don't know – let me see' – and there
they were, engaged as quick as that. But I didn't think that sort of a proposal was a very
romantic one, so in the end I had to imagine it out as well as I could. I made it very flowery
and poetical and Bertram went on his knees, although Ruby Gillis says it isn't done
nowadays. Geraldine accepted him in a speech a page long. I can tell you I took a lot of
trouble with that speech. I rewrote it five times and I look upon it as my masterpiece.
Bertram gave her a diamond ring and a ruby necklace and told her they would go to Europe
for a wedding tour, for he was immensely wealthy. But then, alas, shadows began to darken
over their path. Cordelia was secretly in love with Bertram herself and when Geraldine told
her about the engagement she was simply furious, especially when she saw the necklace and
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the diamond ring. All her affection for Geraldine turned to bitter hate and she vowed that she
should never marry Bertram. But she pretended to be Geraldine's friend the same as ever.
One evening they were standing on the bridge over a rushing turbulent stream and Cordelia,
thinking they were alone, pushed Geraldine over the brink with a wild, mocking, `Ha, ha,
ha.' But Bertram saw it all and he at once plunged into the current, exclaiming, `I will save
thee, my peerless Geraldine.' But alas, he had forgotten he couldn't swim, and they were
both drowned, clasped in each other's arms. Their bodies were washed ashore soon
afterwards. They were buried in the one grave and their funeral was most imposing, Diana.
It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding. As for Cordelia,
she went insane with remorse and was shut up in a lunatic asylum. I thought that was a
poetical retribution for her crime.»
«How perfectly lovely!» sighed Diana, who belonged to Matthew's school of critics. «I
don't see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne. I wish my
imagination was as good as yours.»
«It would be if you'd only cultivate it,» said Anne cheeringly. «I've just thought of a
plan, Diana. Let you and me have a story club all our own and write stories for practice. I'll
help you along until you can do them by yourself. You ought to cultivate your imagination,
you know. Miss Stacy says so. Only we must take the right way. I told her about the
Haunted Wood, but she said we went the wrong way about it in that.»
This was how the story club came into existence. It was limited to Diana and Anne at
first, but soon it was extended to include Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis and one or two
others who felt that their imaginations needed cultivating. No boys were allowed in it –
although Ruby Gillis opined that their admission would make it more exciting – and each
member had to produce one story a week.
«It's extremely interesting,» Anne told Marilla. «Each girl has to read her story out loud
and then we talk it over. We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to
our descendants. We each write under a nom−de−plume. Mine is Rosamond Montmorency.
All the girls do pretty well. Ruby Gillis is rather sentimental. She puts too much lovemaking
into her stories and you know too much is worse than too little. Jane never puts any because
she says it makes her feel so silly when she had to read it out loud. Jane's stories are
extremely sensible. Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time
she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them. I mostly
always have to tell them what to write about, but that isn't hard for I've millions of ideas.»
«I think this story−writing business is the foolishest yet,» scoffed Marilla. «You'll get a
pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put on your lessons.
Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse.»
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«But we're so careful to put a moral into them all, Marilla,» explained Anne. «I insist
upon that. All the good people are rewarded and all the bad ones are suitably punished. I'm
sure that must have a wholesome effect. The moral is the great thing. Mr. Allan says so. I
read one of my stories to him and Mrs. Allan and they both agreed that the moral was
excellent. Only they laughed in the wrong places. I like it better when people cry. Jane and
Ruby almost always cry when I come to the pathetic parts. Diana wrote her Aunt Josephine
about our club and her Aunt Josephine wrote back that we were to send her some of our
stories. So we copied out four of our very best and sent them. Miss Josephine Barry wrote
back that she had never read anything so amusing in her life. That kind of puzzled us
because the stories were all very pathetic and almost everybody died. But I'm glad Miss
Barry liked them. It shows our club is doing some good in the world. Mrs. Allan says that
ought to be our object in everything. I do really try to make it my object but I forget so often
when I'm having fun. I hope I shall be a little like Mrs. Allan when I grow up. Do you think
there is any prospect of it, Marilla?»
«I shouldn't say there was a great deal» was Marilla's encouraging answer. «I'm sure
Mrs. Allan was never such a silly, forgetful little girl as you are.»
«No; but she wasn't always so good as she is now either,» said Anne seriously. «She
told me so herself – that is, she said she was a dreadful mischief when she was a girl and
was always getting into scrapes. I felt so encouraged when I heard that. Is it very wicked of
me, Marilla, to feel encouraged when I hear that other people have been bad and
mischievous? Mrs. Lynde says it is. Mrs. Lynde says she always feels shocked when she
hears of anyone ever having been naughty, no matter how small they were. Mrs. Lynde says
she once heard a minister confess that when he was a boy he stole a strawberry tart out of his
aunt's pantry and she never had any respect for that minister again. Now, I wouldn't have felt
that way. I'd have thought that it was real noble of him to confess it, and I'd have thought
what an encouraging thing it would be for small boys nowadays who do naughty things and
are sorry for them to know that perhaps they may grow up to be ministers in spite of it.
That's how I'd feel, Marilla.»
«The way I feel at present, Anne,» said Marilla, «is that it's high time you had those
dishes washed. You've taken half an hour longer than you should with all your chattering.
Learn to work first and talk afterwards.»
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CHAPTER XXVII − Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
M
arilla, walking home one late April evening from an Aid meeting, realized that the
winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the
oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest. Marilla was not given to
subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings. She probably imagined that she was
thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room, but
under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into
pale−purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp−pointed fir shadows falling over the
meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson−budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool,
of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod. The spring was
abroad in the land and Marilla's sober, middle−aged step was lighter and swifter because of
its deep, primal gladness.
Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables, peering through its network of trees and
reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory. Marilla,
as she picked her steps along the damp lane, thought that it was really a satisfaction to know
that she was going home to a briskly snapping wood fire and a table nicely spread for tea,
instead of to the cold comfort of old Aid meeting evenings before Anne had come to Green
Gables.
Consequently, when Marilla entered her kitchen and found the fire black out, with no
sign of Anne anywhere, she felt justly disappointed and irritated. She had told Anne to be
sure and have tea ready at five o'clock, but now she must hurry to take off her second−best
dress and prepare the meal herself against Matthew's return from plowing.
«I'll settle Miss Anne when she comes home,» said Marilla grimly, as she shaved up
kindlings with a carving knife and with more vim than was strictly necessary. Matthew had
come in and was waiting patiently for his tea in his corner. «She's gadding off somewhere
with Diana, writing stories or practicing dialogues or some such tomfoolery, and never
thinking once about the time or her duties. She's just got to be pulled up short and sudden on
this sort of thing. I don't care if Mrs. Allan does say she's the brightest and sweetest child she
ever knew. She may be bright and sweet enough, but her head is full of nonsense and there's
never any knowing what shape it'll break out in next. Just as soon as she grows out of one
freak she takes up with another. But there! Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled
with Rachel Lynde for saying at the Aid today. I was real glad when Mrs. Allan spoke up for
Anne, for if she hadn't I know I'd have said something too sharp to Rachel before everybody.
Anne's got plenty of faults, goodness knows, and far be it from me to deny it. But I'm
bringing her up and not Rachel Lynde, who'd pick faults in the Angel Gabriel himself if he
lived in Avonlea. Just the same, Anne has no business to leave the house like this when I
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told her she was to stay home this afternoon and look after things. I must say, with all her
faults, I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before and I'm real sorry to find her so
now.»
«Well now, I dunno,» said Matthew, who, being patient and wise and, above all,
hungry, had deemed it best to let Marilla talk her wrath out unhindered, having learned by
experience that she got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not
delayed by untimely argument. «Perhaps you're judging her too hasty, Marilla. Don't call her
untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you. Mebbe it can all be explained –
Anne's a great hand at explaining.»
«She's not here when I told her to stay,» retorted Marilla. «I reckon she'll find it hard to
explain THAT to my satisfaction. Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew. But I'm
bringing her up, not you.»
It was dark when supper was ready, and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the
log bridge or up Lover's Lane, breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties.
Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly. Then, wanting a candle to light her way
down the cellar, she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne's
table. Lighting it, she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed, face downward
among the pillows.
«Mercy on us,» said astonished Marilla, «have you been asleep, Anne?»
«No,» was the muffled reply.
«Are you sick then?» demanded Marilla anxiously, going over to the bed.
Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself forever from
mortal eyes.
«No. But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me. I'm in the depths of despair and
I don't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the
Sunday−school choir any more. Little things like that are of no importance now because I
don't suppose I'll ever be able to go anywhere again. My career is closed. Please, Marilla, go
away and don't look at me.»
«Did anyone ever hear the like?» the mystified Marilla wanted to know. «Anne Shirley,
whatever is the matter with you? What have you done? Get right up this minute and tell me.
This minute, I say. There now, what is it?»
Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience.
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«Look at my hair, Marilla,» she whispered.
Accordingly, Marilla lifted her candle and looked scrutinizingly at Anne's hair, flowing
in heavy masses down her back. It certainly had a very strange appearance.
«Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair? Why, it's GREEN!»
Green it might be called, if it were any earthly color – a queer, dull, bronzy green, with
streaks here and there of the original red to heighten the ghastly effect. Never in all her life
had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne's hair at that moment.
«Yes, it's green,» moaned Anne. «I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But
now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair. Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly
wretched I am.»
«I little know how you got into this fix, but I mean to find out,» said Marilla. «Come
right down to the kitchen – it's too cold up here – and tell me just what you've done. I've
been expecting something queer for some time. You haven't got into any scrape for over two
months, and I was sure another one was due. Now, then, what did you do to your hair?»
«I dyed it.»
«Dyed it! Dyed your hair! Anne Shirley, didn't you know it was a wicked thing to do?»
«Yes, I knew it was a little wicked,» admitted Anne. «But I thought it was worth while
to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair. I counted the cost, Marilla. Besides, I meant to be
extra good in other ways to make up for it.»
«Well,» said Marilla sarcastically, «if I'd decided it was worth while to dye my hair I'd
have dyed it a decent color at least. I wouldn't have dyed it green.»
«But I didn't mean to dye it green, Marilla,» protested Anne dejectedly. «If I was
wicked I meant to be wicked to some purpose. He said it would turn my hair a beautiful
raven black – he positively assured me that it would. How could I doubt his word, Marilla? I
know what it feels like to have your word doubted. And Mrs. Allan says we should never
suspect anyone of not telling us the truth unless we have proof that they're not. I have proof
now – green hair is proof enough for anybody. But I hadn't then and I believed every word
he said IMPLICITLY.»
«Who said? Who are you talking about?»
«The peddler that was here this afternoon. I bought the dye from him.»
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«Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house!
I don't believe in encouraging them to come around at all.»
«Oh, I didn't let him in the house. I remembered what you told me, and I went out,
carefully shut the door, and looked at his things on the step. Besides, he wasn't an Italian –
he was a German Jew. He had a big box full of very interesting things and he told me he was
working hard to make enough money to bring his wife and children out from Germany. He
spoke so feelingly about them that it touched my heart. I wanted to buy something from him
to help him in such a worthy object. Then all at once I saw the bottle of hair dye. The
peddler said it was warranted to dye any hair a beautiful raven black and wouldn't wash off.
In a trice I saw myself with beautiful raven−black hair and the temptation was irresistible.
But the price of the bottle was seventy−five cents and I had only fifty cents left out of my
chicken money. I think the peddler had a very kind heart, for he said that, seeing it was me,
he'd sell it for fifty cents and that was just giving it away. So I bought it, and as soon as he
had gone I came up here and applied it with an old hairbrush as the directions said. I used up
the whole bottle, and oh, Marilla, when I saw the dreadful color it turned my hair I repented
of being wicked, I can tell you. And I've been repenting ever since.»
«Well, I hope you'll repent to good purpose,» said Marilla severely, «and that you've got
your eyes opened to where your vanity has led you, Anne. Goodness knows what's to be
done. I suppose the first thing is to give your hair a good washing and see if that will do any
good.»
Accordingly, Anne washed her hair, scrubbing it vigorously with soap and water, but
for all the difference it made she might as well have been scouring its original red. The
peddler had certainly spoken the truth when he declared that the dye wouldn't wash off,
however his veracity might be impeached in other respects.
«Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?» questioned Anne in tears. «I can never live this down.
People have pretty well forgotten my other mistakes – the liniment cake and setting Diana
drunk and flying into a temper with Mrs. Lynde. But they'll never forget this. They will
think I am not respectable. Oh, Marilla, `what a tangled web we weave when first we
practice to deceive.' That is poetry, but it is true. And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh! Marilla,
I CANNOT face Josie Pye. I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island.»
Anne's unhappiness continued for a week. During that time she went nowhere and
shampooed her hair every day. Diana alone of outsiders knew the fatal secret, but she
promised solemnly never to tell, and it may be stated here and now that she kept her word.
At the end of the week Marilla said decidedly:
«It's no use, Anne. That is fast dye if ever there was any. Your hair must be cut off;
there is no other way. You can't go out with it looking like that.»
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Anne's lips quivered, but she realized the bitter truth of Marilla's remarks. With a dismal
sigh she went for the scissors.
«Please cut it off at once, Marilla, and have it over. Oh, I feel that my heart is broken.
This is such an unromantic affliction. The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it to
get money for some good deed, and I'm sure I wouldn't mind losing my hair in some such
fashion half so much. But there is nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because
you've dyed it a dreadful color, is there? I'm going to weep all the time you're cutting it off,
if it won't interfere. It seems such a tragic thing.»
Anne wept then, but later on, when she went upstairs and looked in the glass, she was
calm with despair. Marilla had done her work thoroughly and it had been necessary to
shingle the hair as closely as possible. The result was not becoming, to state the case as
mildly as may be. Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall.
«I'll never, never look at myself again until my hair grows,» she exclaimed passionately.
Then she suddenly righted the glass.
«Yes, I will, too. I'd do penance for being wicked that way. I'll look at myself every
time I come to my room and see how ugly I am. And I won't try to imagine it away, either. I
never thought I was vain about my hair, of all things, but now I know I was, in spite of its
being red, because it was so long and thick and curly. I expect something will happen to my
nose next.»
Anne's clipped head made a sensation in school on the following Monday, but to her
relief nobody guessed the real reason for it, not even Josie Pye, who, however, did not fail to
inform Anne that she looked like a perfect scarecrow.
«I didn't say anything when Josie said that to me,» Anne confided that evening to
Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of her headaches, «because I thought it was part
of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently. It's hard to be told you look like a
scarecrow and I wanted to say something back. But I didn't. I just swept her one scornful
look and then I forgave her. It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people,
doesn't it? I mean to devote all my energies to being good after this and I shall never try to
be beautiful again. Of course it's better to be good. I know it is, but it's sometimes so hard to
believe a thing even when you know it. I do really want to be good, Marilla, like you and
Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy, and grow up to be a credit to you. Diana says when my hair
begins to grow to tie a black velvet ribbon around my head with a bow at one side. She says
she thinks it will be very becoming. I will call it a snood – that sounds so romantic. But am I
talking too much, Marilla? Does it hurt your head?»
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«My head is better now. It was terrible bad this afternoon, though. These headaches of
mine are getting worse and worse. I'll have to see a doctor about them. As for your chatter, I
don't know that I mind it – I've got so used to it.»
Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.
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CHAPTER XXVIII − An Unfortunate Lily Maid
O
F course you must be Elaine, Anne,« said Diana. »I could never have the courage to
float down there."
«Nor I,» said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver. «I don't mind floating down when there's two
or three of us in the flat and we can sit up. It's fun then. But to lie down and pretend I was
dead – I just couldn't. I'd die really of fright.»
«Of course it would be romantic,» conceded Jane Andrews, «but I know I couldn't keep
still. I'd be popping up every minute or so to see where I was and if I wasn't drifting too far
out. And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect.»
«But it's so ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine,» mourned Anne. «I'm not afraid to
float down and I'd love to be Elaine. But it's ridiculous just the same. Ruby ought to be
Elaine because she is so fair and has such lovely long golden hair – Elaine had `all her bright
hair streaming down,' you know. And Elaine was the lily maid. Now, a red−haired person
cannot be a lily maid.»
«Your complexion is just as fair as Ruby's,» said Diana earnestly, «and your hair is ever
so much darker than it used to be before you cut it.»
«Oh, do you really think so?» exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight. «I've
sometimes thought it was myself – but I never dared to ask anyone for fear she would tell
me it wasn't. Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?»
«Yes, and I think it is real pretty,» said Diana, looking admiringly at the short, silky
curls that clustered over Anne's head and were held in place by a very jaunty black velvet
ribbon and bow.
They were standing on the bank of the pond, below Orchard Slope, where a little
headland fringed with birches ran out from the bank; at its tip was a small wooden platform
built out into the water for the convenience of fishermen and duck hunters. Ruby and Jane
were spending the midsummer afternoon with Diana, and Anne had come over to play with
them.
Anne and Diana had spent most of their playtime that summer on and about the pond.
Idlewild was a thing of the past, Mr. Bell having ruthlessly cut down the little circle of trees
in his back pasture in the spring. Anne had sat among the stumps and wept, not without an
eye to the romance of it; but she was speedily consoled, for, after all, as she and Diana said,
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big girls of thirteen, going on fourteen, were too old for such childish amusements as
playhouses, and there were more fascinating sports to be found about the pond. It was
splendid to fish for trout over the bridge and the two girls learned to row themselves about in
the little flat−bottomed dory Mr. Barry kept for duck shooting.
It was Anne's idea that they dramatize Elaine. They had studied Tennyson's poem in
school the preceding winter, the Superintendent of Education having prescribed it in the
English course for the Prince Edward Island schools. They had analyzed and parsed it and
torn it to pieces in general until it was a wonder there was any meaning at all left in it for
them, but at least the fair lily maid and Lancelot and Guinevere and King Arthur had
become very real people to them, and Anne was devoured by secret regret that she had not
been born in Camelot. Those days, she said, were so much more romantic than the present.
Anne's plan was hailed with enthusiasm. The girls had discovered that if the flat were
pushed off from the landing place it would drift down with the current under the bridge and
finally strand itself on another headland lower down which ran out at a curve in the pond.
They had often gone down like this and nothing could be more convenient for playing
Elaine.
«Well, I'll be Elaine,» said Anne, yielding reluctantly, for, although she would have
been delighted to play the principal character, yet her artistic sense demanded fitness for it
and this, she felt, her limitations made impossible. «Ruby, you must be King Arthur and
Jane will be Guinevere and Diana must be Lancelot. But first you must be the brothers and
the father. We can't have the old dumb servitor because there isn't room for two in the flat
when one is lying down. We must pall the barge all its length in blackest samite. That old
black shawl of your mother's will be just the thing, Diana.»
The black shawl having been procured, Anne spread it over the flat and then lay down
on the bottom, with closed eyes and hands folded over her breast.
«Oh, she does look really dead,» whispered Ruby Gillis nervously, watching the still,
white little face under the flickering shadows of the birches. «It makes me feel frightened,
girls. Do you suppose it's really right to act like this? Mrs. Lynde says that all play−acting is
abominably wicked.»
«Ruby, you shouldn't talk about Mrs. Lynde,» said Anne severely. «It spoils the effect
because this is hundreds of years before Mrs. Lynde was born. Jane, you arrange this. It's
silly for Elaine to be talking when she's dead.»
Jane rose to the occasion. Cloth of gold for coverlet there was none, but an old piano
scarf of yellow Japanese crepe was an excellent substitute. A white lily was not obtainable
just then, but the effect of a tall blue iris placed in one of Anne's folded hands was all that
could be desired.
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«Now, she's all ready,» said Jane. «We must kiss her quiet brows and, Diana, you say,
`Sister, farewell forever,' and Ruby, you say, `Farewell, sweet sister,' both of you as
sorrowfully as you possibly can. Anne, for goodness sake smile a little. You know Elaine
`lay as though she smiled.' That's better. Now push the flat off.»
The flat was accordingly pushed off, scraping roughly over an old embedded stake in
the process. Diana and Jane and Ruby only waited long enough to see it caught in the
current and headed for the bridge before scampering up through the woods, across the road,
and down to the lower headland where, as Lancelot and Guinevere and the King, they were
to be in readiness to receive the lily maid.
For a few minutes Anne, drifting slowly down, enjoyed the romance of her situation to
the full. Then something happened not at all romantic. The flat began to leak. In a very few
moments it was necessary for Elaine to scramble to her feet, pick up her cloth of gold
coverlet and pall of blackest samite and gaze blankly at a big crack in the bottom of her
barge through which the water was literally pouring. That sharp stake at the landing had torn
off the strip of batting nailed on the flat. Anne did not know this, but it did not take her long
to realize that she was in a dangerous plight. At this rate the flat would fill and sink long
before it could drift to the lower headland. Where were the oars? Left behind at the landing!
Anne gave one gasping little scream which nobody ever heard; she was white to the
lips, but she did not lose her self−possession. There was one chance – just one.
«I was horribly frightened,» she told Mrs. Allan the next day, «and it seemed like years
while the flat was drifting down to the bridge and the water rising in it every moment. I
prayed, Mrs. Allan, most earnestly, but I didn't shut my eyes to pray, for I knew the only
way God could save me was to let the flat float close enough to one of the bridge piles for
me to climb up on it. You know the piles are just old tree trunks and there are lots of knots
and old branch stubs on them. It was proper to pray, but I had to do my part by watching out
and right well I knew it. I just said, `Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I'll do
the rest,' over and over again. Under such circumstances you don't think much about making
a flowery prayer. But mine was answered, for the flat bumped right into a pile for a minute
and I flung the scarf and the shawl over my shoulder and scrambled up on a big providential
stub. And there I was, Mrs. Allan, clinging to that slippery old pile with no way of getting
up or down. It was a very unromantic position, but I didn't think about that at the time. You
don't think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave. I said a
grateful prayer at once and then I gave all my attention to holding on tight, for I knew I
should probably have to depend on human aid to get back to dry land.»
The flat drifted under the bridge and then promptly sank in midstream. Ruby, Jane, and
Diana, already awaiting it on the lower headland, saw it disappear before their very eyes and
had not a doubt but that Anne had gone down with it. For a moment they stood still, white as
sheets, frozen with horror at the tragedy; then, shrieking at the tops of their voices, they
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started on a frantic run up through the woods, never pausing as they crossed the main road to
glance the way of the bridge. Anne, clinging desperately to her precarious foothold, saw
their flying forms and heard their shrieks. Help would soon come, but meanwhile her
position was a very uncomfortable one.
The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid. Why didn't
somebody come? Where had the girls gone? Suppose they had fainted, one and all! Suppose
nobody ever came! Suppose she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no
longer! Anne looked at the wicked green depths below her, wavering with long, oily
shadows, and shivered. Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome
possibilities to her.
Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists
another moment, Gilbert Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrews's dory!
Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face
looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes.
«Anne Shirley! How on earth did you get there?» he exclaimed.
Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand. There
was no help for it; Anne, clinging to Gilbert Blythe's hand, scrambled down into the dory,
where she sat, drabbled and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet
crepe. It was certainly extremely difficult to be dignified under the circumstances!
«What has happened, Anne?» asked Gilbert, taking up his oars. «We were playing
Elaine» explained Anne frigidly, without even looking at her rescuer, «and I had to drift
down to Camelot in the barge – I mean the flat. The flat began to leak and I climbed out on
the pile. The girls went for help. Will you be kind enough to row me to the landing?»
Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly
on shore.
«I'm very much obliged to you,» she said haughtily as she turned away. But Gilbert had
also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm.
«Anne,» he said hurriedly, «look here. Can't we be good friends? I'm awfully sorry I
made fun of your hair that time. I didn't mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke.
Besides, it's so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now – honest I do. Let's be
friends.»
For a moment Anne hesitated. She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all
her outraged dignity that the half−shy, half−eager expression in Gilbert's hazel eyes was
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something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the
bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene
of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place
yesterday. Gilbert had called her «carrots» and had brought about her disgrace before the
whole school. Her resentment, which to other and older people might be as laughable as its
cause, was in no whit allayed and softened by time seemingly. She hated Gilbert Blythe! She
would never forgive him!
«No,» she said coldly, «I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don't
want to be!»
«All right!» Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks. «I'll never
ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. And I don't care either!»
He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little path
under the maples. She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of
regret. She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently. Of course, he had insulted
her terribly, but still – ! Altogether, Anne rather thought it would be a relief to sit down and
have a good cry. She was really quite unstrung, for the reaction from her fright and cramped
clinging was making itself felt.
Halfway up the path she met Jane and Diana rushing back to the pond in a state
narrowly removed from positive frenzy. They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr.
and Mrs. Barry being away. Here Ruby Gillis had succumbed to hysterics, and was left to
recover from them as best she might, while Jane and Diana flew through the Haunted Wood
and across the brook to Green Gables. There they had found nobody either, for Marilla had
gone to Carmody and Matthew was making hay in the back field.
«Oh, Anne,» gasped Diana, fairly falling on the former's neck and weeping with relief
and delight, «oh, Anne – we thought – you were – drowned – and we felt like murderers –
because we had made – you be – Elaine. And Ruby is in hysterics – oh, Anne, how did you
escape?»
«I climbed up on one of the piles,» explained Anne wearily, «and Gilbert Blythe came
along in Mr. Andrews's dory and brought me to land.»
«Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it's so romantic!» said Jane, finding breath
enough for utterance at last. «Of course you'll speak to him after this.»
«Of course I won't,» flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit. «And I
don't want ever to hear the word `romantic' again, Jane Andrews. I'm awfully sorry you were
so frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star.
Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape. We've gone and lost your
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father's flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we'll not be allowed to row on the pond
any more.»
Anne's presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do. Great
was the consternation in the Barry and Cuthbert households when the events of the
afternoon became known.
«Will you ever have any sense, Anne?» groaned Marilla.
«Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla,» returned Anne optimistically. A good cry, indulged in
the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted
cheerfulness. «I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever»
«I don't see how,» said Marilla.
«Well,» explained Anne, «I've learned a new and valuable lesson today. Ever since I
came to Green Gables I've been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of
some great shortcoming. The affair of the amethyst brooch cured me of meddling with
things that didn't belong to me. The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my
imagination run away with me. The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in
cooking. Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity. I never think about my hair and nose now – at
least, very seldom. And today's mistake is going to cure me of being too romantic. I have
come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea. It was probably
easy enough in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now.
I feel quite sure that you will soon see a great improvement in me in this respect, Marilla.»
«I'm sure I hope so,» said Marilla skeptically.
But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder
when Marilla had gone out.
«Don't give up all your romance, Anne,» he whispered shyly, «a little of it is a good
thing – not too much, of course – but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.»
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nne was bringing the cows home from the back pasture by way of Lover's Lane. It
was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with
ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it, but for the most part it was
already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled with a
clear violet dusk like airy wine. The winds were out in their tops, and there is no sweeter
music on earth than that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening.
The cows swung placidly down the lane, and Anne followed them dreamily, repeating
aloud the battle canto from MARMION – which had also been part of their English course
the preceding winter and which Miss Stacy had made them learn off by heart – and exulting
in its rushing lines and the clash of spears in its imagery. When she came to the lines
The stubborn spearsmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood,
she stopped in ecstasy to shut her eyes that she might the better fancy herself one of that
heroic ring. When she opened them again it was to behold Diana coming through the gate
that led into the Barry field and looking so important that Anne instantly divined there was
news to be told. But betray too eager curiosity she would not.
«Isn't this evening just like a purple dream, Diana? It makes me so glad to be alive. In
the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it's
lovelier still.»
«It's a very fine evening,» said Diana, «but oh, I have such news, Anne. Guess. You can
have three guesses.»
«Charlotte Gillis is going to be married in the church after all and Mrs. Allan wants us
to decorate it,» cried Anne.
«No. Charlotte's beau won't agree to that, because nobody ever has been married in the
church yet, and he thinks it would seem too much like a funeral. It's too mean, because it
would be such fun. Guess again.»
«Jane's mother is going to let her have a birthday party?»
Diana shook her head, her black eyes dancing with merriment.
«I can't think what it can be,» said Anne in despair, «unless it's that Moody Spurgeon
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MacPherson saw you home from prayer meeting last night. Did he?»
«I should think not,» exclaimed Diana indignantly. «I wouldn't be likely to boast of it if
he did, the horrid creature! I knew you couldn't guess it. Mother had a letter from Aunt
Josephine today, and Aunt Josephine wants you and me to go to town next Tuesday and stop
with her for the Exhibition. There!»
«Oh, Diana,» whispered Anne, finding it necessary to lean up against a maple tree for
support, «do you really mean it? But I'm afraid Marilla won't let me go. She will say that she
can't encourage gadding about. That was what she said last week when Jane invited me to go
with them in their double−seated buggy to the American concert at the White Sands Hotel. I
wanted to go, but Marilla said I'd be better at home learning my lessons and so would Jane. I
was bitterly disappointed, Diana. I felt so heartbroken that I wouldn't say my prayers when I
went to bed. But I repented of that and got up in the middle of the night and said them.»
«I'll tell you,» said Diana, «we'll get Mother to ask Marilla. She'll be more likely to let
you go then; and if she does we'll have the time of our lives, Anne. I've never been to an
Exhibition, and it's so aggravating to hear the other girls talking about their trips. Jane and
Ruby have been twice, and they're going this year again.»
«I'm not going to think about it at all until I know whether I can go or not,» said Anne
resolutely. «If I did and then was disappointed, it would be more than I could bear. But in
case I do go I'm very glad my new coat will be ready by that time. Marilla didn't think I
needed a new coat. She said my old one would do very well for another winter and that I
ought to be satisfied with having a new dress. The dress is very pretty, Diana – navy blue
and made so fashionably. Marilla always makes my dresses fashionably now, because she
says she doesn't intend to have Matthew going to Mrs. Lynde to make them. I'm so glad. It is
ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable. At least, it is easier for me. I
suppose it doesn't make such a difference to naturally good people. But Matthew said I must
have a new coat, so Marilla bought a lovely piece of blue broadcloth, and it's being made by
a real dressmaker over at Carmody. It's to be done Saturday night, and I'm trying not to
imagine myself walking up the church aisle on Sunday in my new suit and cap, because I'm
afraid it isn't right to imagine such things. But it just slips into my mind in spite of me. My
cap is so pretty. Matthew bought it for me the day we were over at Carmody. It is one of
those little blue velvet ones that are all the rage, with gold cord and tassels. Your new hat is
elegant, Diana, and so becoming. When I saw you come into church last Sunday my heart
swelled with pride to think you were my dearest friend. Do you suppose it's wrong for us to
think so much about our clothes? Marilla says it is very sinful. But it is such an interesting
subject, isn't it?»
Marilla agreed to let Anne go to town, and it was arranged that Mr. Barry should take
the girls in on the following Tuesday. As Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr.
Barry wished to go and return the same day, it was necessary to make a very early start. But
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Anne counted it all joy, and was up before sunrise on Tuesday morning. A glance from her
window assured her that the day would be fine, for the eastern sky behind the firs of the
Haunted Wood was all silvery and cloudless. Through the gap in the trees a light was
shining in the western gable of Orchard Slope, a token that Diana was also up.
Anne was dressed by the time Matthew had the fire on and had the breakfast ready
when Marilla came down, but for her own part was much too excited to eat. After breakfast
the jaunty new cap and jacket were donned, and Anne hastened over the brook and up
through the firs to Orchard Slope. Mr. Barry and Diana were waiting for her, and they were
soon on the road.
It was a long drive, but Anne and Diana enjoyed every minute of it. It was delightful to
rattle along over the moist roads in the early red sunlight that was creeping across the shorn
harvest fields. The air was fresh and crisp, and little smoke−blue mists curled through the
valleys and floated off from the hills. Sometimes the road went through woods where
maples were beginning to hang out scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on bridges
that made Anne's flesh cringe with the old, half−delightful fear; sometimes it wound along a
harbor shore and passed by a little cluster of weather−gray fishing huts; again it mounted to
hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or misty−blue sky could be seen; but wherever it
went there was much of interest to discuss. It was almost noon when they reached town and
found their way to «Beechwood.» It was quite a fine old mansion, set back from the street in
a seclusion of green elms and branching beeches. Miss Barry met them at the door with a
twinkle in her sharp black eyes.
«So you've come to see me at last, you Anne−girl,» she said. «Mercy, child, how you
have grown! You're taller than I am, I declare. And you're ever so much better looking than
you used to be, too. But I dare say you know that without being told.»
«Indeed I didn't,» said Anne radiantly. «I know I'm not so freckled as I used to be, so
I've much to be thankful for, but I really hadn't dared to hope there was any other
improvement. I'm so glad you think there is, Miss Barry.» Miss Barry's house was furnished
with «great magnificence,» as Anne told Marilla afterward. The two little country girls were
rather abashed by the splendor of the parlor where Miss Barry left them when she went to
see about dinner.
«Isn't it just like a palace?» whispered Diana. «I never was in Aunt Josephine's house
before, and I'd no idea it was so grand. I just wish Julia Bell could see this – she puts on such
airs about her mother's parlor.»
«Velvet carpet,» sighed Anne luxuriously, «and silk curtains! I've dreamed of such
things, Diana. But do you know I don't believe I feel very comfortable with them after all.
There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for
imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor – there are so many more things you
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can imagine about.»
Their sojourn in town was something that Anne and Diana dated from for years. From
first to last it was crowded with delights.
On Wednesday Miss Barry took them to the Exhibition grounds and kept them there all
day.
«It was splendid,» Anne related to Marilla later on. «I never imagined anything so
interesting. I don't really know which department was the most interesting. I think I liked the
horses and the flowers and the fancywork best. Josie Pye took first prize for knitted lace. I
was real glad she did. And I was glad that I felt glad, for it shows I'm improving, don't you
think, Marilla, when I can rejoice in Josie's success? Mr. Harmon Andrews took second
prize for Gravenstein apples and Mr. Bell took first prize for a pig. Diana said she thought it
was ridiculous for a Sunday−school superintendent to take a prize in pigs, but I don't see
why. Do you? She said she would always think of it after this when he was praying so
solemnly. Clara Louise MacPherson took a prize for painting, and Mrs. Lynde got first prize
for homemade butter and cheese. So Avonlea was pretty well represented, wasn't it? Mrs.
Lynde was there that day, and I never knew how much I really liked her until I saw her
familiar face among all those strangers. There were thousands of people there, Marilla. It
made me feel dreadfully insignificant. And Miss Barry took us up to the grandstand to see
the horse races. Mrs. Lynde wouldn't go; she said horse racing was an abomination and, she
being a church member, thought it her bounden duty to set a good example by staying away.
But there were so many there I don't believe Mrs. Lynde's absence would ever be noticed. I
don't think, though, that I ought to go very often to horse races, because they ARE awfully
fascinating. Diana got so excited that she offered to bet me ten cents that the red horse
would win. I didn't believe he would, but I refused to bet, because I wanted to tell Mrs.
Allan all about everything, and I felt sure it wouldn't do to tell her that. It's always wrong to
do anything you can't tell the minister's wife. It's as good as an extra conscience to have a
minister's wife for your friend. And I was very glad I didn't bet, because the red horse DID
win, and I would have lost ten cents. So you see that virtue was its own reward. We saw a
man go up in a balloon. I'd love to go up in a balloon, Marilla; it would be simply thrilling;
and we saw a man selling fortunes. You paid him ten cents and a little bird picked out your
fortune for you. Miss Barry gave Diana and me ten cents each to have our fortunes told.
Mine was that I would marry a dark−complected man who was very wealthy, and I would
go across water to live. I looked carefully at all the dark men I saw after that, but I didn't
care much for any of them, and anyhow I suppose it's too early to be looking out for him yet.
Oh, it was a never−to−be−forgotten day, Marilla. I was so tired I couldn't sleep at night.
Miss Barry put us in the spare room, according to promise. It was an elegant room, Marilla,
but somehow sleeping in a spare room isn't what I used to think it was. That's the worst of
growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were
a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.»
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Thursday the girls had a drive in the park, and in the evening Miss Barry took them to a
concert in the Academy of Music, where a noted prima donna was to sing. To Anne the
evening was a glittering vision of delight.
«Oh, Marilla, it was beyond description. I was so excited I couldn't even talk, so you
may know what it was like. I just sat in enraptured silence. Madame Selitsky was perfectly
beautiful, and wore white satin and diamonds. But when she began to sing I never thought
about anything else. Oh, I can't tell you how I felt. But it seemed to me that it could never be
hard to be good any more. I felt like I do when I look up to the stars. Tears came into my
eyes, but, oh, they were such happy tears. I was so sorry when it was all over, and I told
Miss Barry I didn't see how I was ever to return to common life again. She said she thought
if we went over to the restaurant across the street and had an ice cream it might help me.
That sounded so prosaic; but to my surprise I found it true. The ice cream was delicious,
Marilla, and it was so lovely and dissipated to be sitting there eating it at eleven o'clock at
night. Diana said she believed she was born for city life. Miss Barry asked me what my
opinion was, but I said I would have to think it over very seriously before I could tell her
what I really thought. So I thought it over after I went to bed. That is the best time to think
things out. And I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn't born for city life and that I
was glad of it. It's nice to be eating ice cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o'clock at
night once in a while; but as a regular thing I'd rather be in the east gable at eleven, sound
asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and that the
wind was blowing in the firs across the brook. I told Miss Barry so at breakfast the next
morning and she laughed. Miss Barry generally laughed at anything I said, even when I said
the most solemn things. I don't think I liked it, Marilla, because I wasn't trying to be funny.
But she is a most hospitable lady and treated us royally.»
Friday brought going−home time, and Mr. Barry drove in for the girls.
«Well, I hope you've enjoyed yourselves,» said Miss Barry, as she bade them
good−bye.
«Indeed we have,» said Diana.
«And you, Anne−girl?»
«I've enjoyed every minute of the time,» said Anne, throwing her arms impulsively
about the old woman's neck and kissing her wrinkled cheek. Diana would never have dared
to do such a thing and felt rather aghast at Anne's freedom. But Miss Barry was pleased, and
she stood on her veranda and watched the buggy out of sight. Then she went back into her
big house with a sigh. It seemed very lonely, lacking those fresh young lives. Miss Barry
was a rather selfish old lady, if the truth must be told, and had never cared much for
anybody but herself. She valued people only as they were of service to her or amused her.
Anne had amused her, and consequently stood high in the old lady's good graces. But Miss
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Barry found herself thinking less about Anne's quaint speeches than of her fresh
enthusiasms, her transparent emotions, her little winning ways, and the sweetness of her
eyes and lips.
«I thought Marilla Cuthbert was an old fool when I heard she'd adopted a girl out of an
orphan asylum,» she said to herself, «but I guess she didn't make much of a mistake after all.
If I'd a child like Anne in the house all the time I'd be a better and happier woman.»
Anne and Diana found the drive home as pleasant as the drive in – pleasanter, indeed,
since there was the delightful consciousness of home waiting at the end of it. It was sunset
when they passed through White Sands and turned into the shore road. Beyond, the Avonlea
hills came out darkly against the saffron sky. Behind them the moon was rising out of the
sea that grew all radiant and transfigured in her light. Every little cove along the curving
road was a marvel of dancing ripples. The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below
them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong, fresh air.
«Oh, but it's good to be alive and to be going home,» breathed Anne.
When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables
winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the open door shone the hearth fire,
sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly autumn night. Anne ran blithely up the hill
and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table.
«So you've got back?» said Marilla, folding up her knitting.
«Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back,» said Anne joyously. «I could kiss everything,
even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for
me!»
«Yes, I did,» said Marilla. «I thought you'd be hungry after such a drive and need
something real appetizing. Hurry and take off your things, and we'll have supper as soon as
Matthew comes in. I'm glad you've got back, I must say. It's been fearful lonesome here
without you, and I never put in four longer days.»
After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and Marilla, and gave them a
full account of her visit.
«I've had a splendid time,» she concluded happily, «and I feel that it marks an epoch in
my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.»
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arilla laid her knitting on her lap and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were tired,
and she thought vaguely that she must see about having her glasses changed the next time
she went to town, for her eyes had grown tired very often of late.
It was nearly dark, for the full November twilight had fallen around Green Gables, and
the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove.
Anne was curled up Turk−fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where
the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood. She had
been reading, but her book had slipped to the floor, and now she was dreaming, with a smile
on her parted lips. Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and
rainbows of her lively fancy; adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening to her in
cloudland – adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in
scrapes like those of actual life.
Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have been suffered to reveal
itself in any clearer light than that soft mingling of fireshine and shadow. The lesson of a
love that should display itself easily in spoken word and open look was one Marilla could
never learn. But she had learned to love this slim, gray−eyed girl with an affection all the
deeper and stronger from its very undemonstrativeness. Her love made her afraid of being
unduly indulgent, indeed. She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's
heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she
performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if
the girl had been less dear to her. Certainly Anne herself had no idea how Marilla loved her.
She sometimes thought wistfully that Marilla was very hard to please and distinctly lacking
in sympathy and understanding. But she always checked the thought reproachfully,
remembering what she owed to Marilla.
«Anne,» said Marilla abruptly, «Miss Stacy was here this afternoon when you were out
with Diana.»
Anne came back from her other world with a start and a sigh.
«Was she? Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't in. Why didn't you call me, Marilla? Diana and I
were only over in the Haunted Wood. It's lovely in the woods now. All the little wood things
– the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries – have gone to sleep, just as if
somebody had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves. I think it was a little
gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night and did it.
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Diana wouldn't say much about that, though. Diana has never forgotten the scolding her
mother gave her about imagining ghosts into the Haunted Wood. It had a very bad effect on
Diana's imagination. It blighted it. Mrs. Lynde says Myrtle Bell is a blighted being. I asked
Ruby Gillis why Myrtle was blighted, and Ruby said she guessed it was because her young
man had gone back on her. Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she
gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag
them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other
that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever. Diana hasn't quite
made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some
wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him. Diana and I talk a great deal about
serious subjects now, you know. We feel that we are so much older than we used to be that it
isn't becoming to talk of childish matters. It's such a solemn thing to be almost fourteen,
Marilla. Miss Stacy took all us girls who are in our teens down to the brook last Wednesday,
and talked to us about it. She said we couldn't be too careful what habits we formed and
what ideals we acquired in our teens, because by the time we were twenty our characters
would be developed and the foundation laid for our whole future life. And she said if the
foundation was shaky we could never build anything really worth while on it. Diana and I
talked the matter over coming home from school. We felt extremely solemn, Marilla. And
we decided that we would try to be very careful indeed and form respectable habits and
learn all we could and be as sensible as possible, so that by the time we were twenty our
characters would be properly developed. It's perfectly appalling to think of being twenty,
Marilla. It sounds so fearfully old and grown up. But why was Miss Stacy here this
afternoon?»
«That is what I want to tell you, Anne, if you'll ever give me a chance to get a word in
edgewise. She was talking about you.»
«About me?» Anne looked rather scared. Then she flushed and exclaimed:
«Oh, I know what she was saying. I meant to tell you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I
forgot. Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I should
have been studying my Canadian history. Jane Andrews lent it to me. I was reading it at
dinner hour, and I had just got to the chariot race when school went in. I was simply wild to
know how it turned out – although I felt sure Ben Hur must win, because it wouldn't be
poetical justice if he didn't – so I spread the history open on my desk lid and then tucked Ben
Hur between the desk and my knee. I just looked as if I were studying Canadian history, you
know, while all the while I was reveling in Ben Hur. I was so interested in it that I never
noticed Miss Stacy coming down the aisle until all at once I just looked up and there she was
looking down at me, so reproachful−like. I can't tell you how ashamed I felt, Marilla,
especially when I heard Josie Pye giggling. Miss Stacy took Ben Hur away, but she never
said a word then. She kept me in at recess and talked to me. She said I had done very wrong
in two respects. First, I was wasting the time I ought to have put on my studies; and
secondly, I was deceiving my teacher in trying to make it appear I was reading a history
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when it was a storybook instead. I had never realized until that moment, Marilla, that what I
was doing was deceitful. I was shocked. I cried bitterly, and asked Miss Stacy to forgive me
and I'd never do such a thing again; and I offered to do penance by never so much as looking
at Ben Hur for a whole week, not even to see how the chariot race turned out. But Miss
Stacy said she wouldn't require that, and she forgave me freely. So I think it wasn't very kind
of her to come up here to you about it after all.»
«Miss Stacy never mentioned such a thing to me, Anne, and its only your guilty
conscience that's the matter with you. You have no business to be taking storybooks to
school. You read too many novels anyhow. When I was a girl I wasn't so much as allowed to
look at a novel.»
«Oh, how can you call Ben Hur a novel when it's really such a religious book?»
protested Anne. «Of course it's a little too exciting to be proper reading for Sunday, and I
only read it on weekdays. And I never read ANY book now unless either Miss Stacy or Mrs.
Allan thinks it is a proper book for a girl thirteen and three−quarters to read. Miss Stacy
made me promise that. She found me reading a book one day called, The Lurid Mystery of
the Haunted Hall. It was one Ruby Gillis had lent me, and, oh, Marilla, it was so fascinating
and creepy. It just curdled the blood in my veins. But Miss Stacy said it was a very silly,
unwholesome book, and she asked me not to read any more of it or any like it. I didn't mind
promising not to read any more like it, but it was AGONIZING to give back that book
without knowing how it turned out. But my love for Miss Stacy stood the test and I did. It's
really wonderful, Marilla, what you can do when you're truly anxious to please a certain
person.»
«Well, I guess I'll light the lamp and get to work,» said Marilla. «I see plainly that you
don't want to hear what Miss Stacy had to say. You're more interested in the sound of your
own tongue than in anything else.»
«Oh, indeed, Marilla, I do want to hear it,» cried Anne contritely. «I won't say another
word – not one. I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I
say far too much, yet if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't, you'd give
me some credit for it. Please tell me, Marilla.»
«Well, Miss Stacy wants to organize a class among her advanced students who mean to
study for the entrance examination into Queen's. She intends to give them extra lessons for
an hour after school. And she came to ask Matthew and me if we would like to have you
join it. What do you think about it yourself, Anne? Would you like to go to Queen's and pass
for a teacher?»
«Oh, Marilla!» Anne straightened to her knees and clasped her hands. «It's been the
dream of my life – that is, for the last six months, ever since Ruby and Jane began to talk of
studying for the Entrance. But I didn't say anything about it, because I supposed it would be
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perfectly useless. I'd love to be a teacher. But won't it be dreadfully expensive? Mr. Andrews
says it cost him one hundred and fifty dollars to put Prissy through, and Prissy wasn't a
dunce in geometry.»
«I guess you needn't worry about that part of it. When Matthew and I took you to bring
up we resolved we would do the best we could for you and give you a good education. I
believe in a girl being fitted to earn her own living whether she ever has to or not. You'll
always have a home at Green Gables as long as Matthew and I are here, but nobody knows
what is going to happen in this uncertain world, and it's just as well to be prepared. So you
can join the Queen's class if you like, Anne.»
«Oh, Marilla, thank you.» Anne flung her arms about Marilla's waist and looked up
earnestly into her face. «I'm extremely grateful to you and Matthew. And I'll study as hard as
I can and do my very best to be a credit to you. I warn you not to expect much in geometry,
but I think I can hold my own in anything else if I work hard.»
«I dare say you'll get along well enough. Miss Stacy says you are bright and diligent.»
Not for worlds would Marilla have told Anne just what Miss Stacy had said about her; that
would have been to pamper vanity. «You needn't rush to any extreme of killing yourself
over your books. There is no hurry. You won't be ready to try the Entrance for a year and a
half yet. But it's well to begin in time and be thoroughly grounded, Miss Stacy says.»
«I shall take more interest than ever in my studies now,» said Anne blissfully, «because
I have a purpose in life. Mr. Allan says everybody should have a purpose in life and pursue
it faithfully. Only he says we must first make sure that it is a worthy purpose. I would call it
a worthy purpose to want to be a teacher like Miss Stacy, wouldn't you, Marilla? I think it's a
very noble profession.»
The Queen's class was organized in due time. Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, Ruby Gillis,
Jane Andrews, Josie Pye, Charlie Sloane, and Moody Spurgeon MacPherson joined it. Diana
Barry did not, as her parents did not intend to send her to Queen's. This seemed nothing
short of a calamity to Anne. Never, since the night on which Minnie May had had the croup,
had she and Diana been separated in anything. On the evening when the Queen's class first
remained in school for the extra lessons and Anne saw Diana go slowly out with the others,
to walk home alone through the Birch Path and Violet Vale, it was all the former could do to
keep her seat and refrain from rushing impulsively after her chum. A lump came into her
throat, and she hastily retired behind the pages of her uplifted Latin grammar to hide the
tears in her eyes. Not for worlds would Anne have had Gilbert Blythe or Josie Pye see those
tears.
«But, oh, Marilla, I really felt that I had tasted the bitterness of death, as Mr. Allan said
in his sermon last Sunday, when I saw Diana go out alone,» she said mournfully that night.
«I thought how splendid it would have been if Diana had only been going to study for the
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Entrance, too. But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world, as Mrs. Lynde says.
Mrs. Lynde isn't exactly a comforting person sometimes, but there's no doubt she says a
great many very true things. And I think the Queen's class is going to be extremely
interesting. Jane and Ruby are just going to study to be teachers. That is the height of their
ambition. Ruby says she will only teach for two years after she gets through, and then she
intends to be married. Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never
marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won't pay you anything,
and growls if you ask for a share in the egg and butter money. I expect Jane speaks from
mournful experience, for Mrs. Lynde says that her father is a perfect old crank, and meaner
than second skimmings. Josie Pye says she is just going to college for education's sake,
because she won't have to earn her own living; she says of course it is different with orphans
who are living on charity – THEY have to hustle. Moody Spurgeon is going to be a
minister. Mrs. Lynde says he couldn't be anything else with a name like that to live up to. I
hope it isn't wicked of me, Marilla, but really the thought of Moody Spurgeon being a
minister makes me laugh. He's such a funny−looking boy with that big fat face, and his little
blue eyes, and his ears sticking out like flaps. But perhaps he will be more intellectual
looking when he grows up. Charlie Sloane says he's going to go into politics and be a
member of Parliament, but Mrs. Lynde says he'll never succeed at that, because the Sloanes
are all honest people, and it's only rascals that get on in politics nowadays.»
«What is Gilbert Blythe going to be?» queried Marilla, seeing that Anne was opening
her Caesar.
«I don't happen to know what Gilbert Blythe's ambition in life is – if he has any,» said
Anne scornfully.
There was open rivalry between Gilbert and Anne now. Previously the rivalry had been
rather onesided, but there was no longer any doubt that Gilbert was as determined to be first
in class as Anne was. He was a foeman worthy of her steel. The other members of the class
tacitly acknowledged their superiority, and never dreamed of trying to compete with them.
Since the day by the pond when she had refused to listen to his plea for forgiveness,
Gilbert, save for the aforesaid determined rivalry, had evinced no recognition whatever of
the existence of Anne Shirley. He talked and jested with the other girls, exchanged books
and puzzles with them, discussed lessons and plans, sometimes walked home with one or the
other of them from prayer meeting or Debating Club. But Anne Shirley he simply ignored,
and Anne found out that it is not pleasant to be ignored. It was in vain that she told herself
with a toss of her head that she did not care. Deep down in her wayward, feminine little
heart she knew that she did care, and that if she had that chance of the Lake of Shining
Waters again she would answer very differently. All at once, as it seemed, and to her secret
dismay, she found that the old resentment she had cherished against him was gone – gone
just when she most needed its sustaining power. It was in vain that she recalled every
incident and emotion of that memorable occasion and tried to feel the old satisfying anger.
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That day by the pond had witnessed its last spasmodic flicker. Anne realized that she had
forgiven and forgotten without knowing it. But it was too late.
And at least neither Gilbert nor anybody else, not even Diana, should ever suspect how
sorry she was and how much she wished she hadn't been so proud and horrid! She
determined to «shroud her feelings in deepest oblivion,» and it may be stated here and now
that she did it, so successfully that Gilbert, who possibly was not quite so indifferent as he
seemed, could not console himself with any belief that Anne felt his retaliatory scorn. The
only poor comfort he had was that she snubbed Charlie Sloane, unmercifully, continually,
and undeservedly.
Otherwise the winter passed away in a round of pleasant duties and studies. For Anne
the days slipped by like golden beads on the necklace of the year. She was happy, eager,
interested; there were lessons to be learned and honor to be won; delightful books to read;
new pieces to be practiced for the Sunday−school choir; pleasant Saturday afternoons at the
manse with Mrs. Allan; and then, almost before Anne realized it, spring had come again to
Green Gables and all the world was abloom once more.
Studies palled just a wee bit then; the Queen's class, left behind in school while the
others scattered to green lanes and leafy wood cuts and meadow byways, looked wistfully
out of the windows and discovered that Latin verbs and French exercises had somehow lost
the tang and zest they had possessed in the crisp winter months. Even Anne and Gilbert
lagged and grew indifferent. Teacher and taught were alike glad when the term was ended
and the glad vacation days stretched rosily before them.
«But you've done good work this past year,» Miss Stacy told them on the last evening,
«and you deserve a good, jolly vacation. Have the best time you can in the out−of−door
world and lay in a good stock of health and vitality and ambition to carry you through next
year. It will be the tug of war, you know – the last year before the Entrance.»
«Are you going to be back next year, Miss Stacy?» asked Josie Pye.
Josie Pye never scrupled to ask questions; in this instance the rest of the class felt
grateful to her; none of them would have dared to ask it of Miss Stacy, but all wanted to, for
there had been alarming rumors running at large through the school for some time that Miss
Stacy was not coming back the next year – that she had been offered a position in the grade
school of her own home district and meant to accept. The Queen's class listened in
breathless suspense for her answer.
«Yes, I think I will,» said Miss Stacy. «I thought of taking another school, but I have
decided to come back to Avonlea. To tell the truth, I've grown so interested in my pupils
here that I found I couldn't leave them. So I'll stay and see you through.»
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«Hurrah!» said Moody Spurgeon. Moody Spurgeon had never been so carried away by
his feelings before, and he blushed uncomfortably every time he thought about it for a week.
«Oh, I'm so glad,» said Anne, with shining eyes. «Dear Stacy, it would be perfectly
dreadful if you didn't come back. I don't believe I could have the heart to go on with my
studies at all if another teacher came here.»
When Anne got home that night she stacked all her textbooks away in an old trunk in
the attic, locked it, and threw the key into the blanket box.
«I'm not even going to look at a schoolbook in vacation,» she told Marilla. «I've studied
as hard all the term as I possibly could and I've pored over that geometry until I know every
proposition in the first book off by heart, even when the letters ARE changed. I just feel
tired of everything sensible and I'm going to let my imagination run riot for the summer. Oh,
you needn't be alarmed, Marilla. I'll only let it run riot within reasonable limits. But I want to
have a real good jolly time this summer, for maybe it's the last summer I'll be a little girl.
Mrs. Lynde says that if I keep stretching out next year as I've done this I'll have to put on
longer skirts. She says I'm all running to legs and eyes. And when I put on longer skirts I
shall feel that I have to live up to them and be very dignified. It won't even do to believe in
fairies then, I'm afraid; so I'm going to believe in them with all my whole heart this summer.
I think we're going to have a very gay vacation. Ruby Gillis is going to have a birthday party
soon and there's the Sunday school picnic and the missionary concert next month. And Mrs.
Barry says that some evening he'll take Diana and me over to the White Sands Hotel and
have dinner there. They have dinner there in the evening, you know. Jane Andrews was over
once last summer and she says it was a dazzling sight to see the electric lights and the
flowers and all the lady guests in such beautiful dresses. Jane says it was her first glimpse
into high life and she'll never forget it to her dying day.»
Mrs. Lynde came up the next afternoon to find out why Marilla had not been at the Aid
meeting on Thursday. When Marilla was not at Aid meeting people knew there was
something wrong at Green Gables.
«Matthew had a bad spell with his heart Thursday,» Marilla explained, «and I didn't feel
like leaving him. Oh, yes, he's all right again now, but he takes them spells oftener than he
used to and I'm anxious about him. The doctor says he must be careful to avoid excitement.
That's easy enough, for Matthew doesn't go about looking for excitement by any means and
never did, but he's not to do any very heavy work either and you might as well tell Matthew
not to breathe as not to work. Come and lay off your things, Rachel. You'll stay to tea?»
«Well, seeing you're so pressing, perhaps I might as well, stay» said Mrs. Rachel, who
had not the slightest intention of doing anything else.
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Mrs. Rachel and Marilla sat comfortably in the parlor while Anne got the tea and made
hot biscuits that were light and white enough to defy even Mrs. Rachel's criticism.
«I must say Anne has turned out a real smart girl,» admitted Mrs. Rachel, as Marilla
accompanied her to the end of the lane at sunset. «She must be a great help to you.»
«She is,» said Marilla, «and she's real steady and reliable now. I used to be afraid she'd
never get over her featherbrained ways, but she has and I wouldn't be afraid to trust her in
anything now.»
«I never would have thought she'd have turned out so well that first day I was here three
years ago,» said Mrs. Rachel. «Lawful heart, shall I ever forget that tantrum of hers! When I
went home that night I says to Thomas, says I, `Mark my words, Thomas, Marilla Cuthbert'll
live to rue the step she's took.' But I was mistaken and I'm real glad of it. I ain't one of those
kind of people, Marilla, as can never be brought to own up that they've made a mistake. No,
that never was my way, thank goodness. I did make a mistake in judging Anne, but it
weren't no wonder, for an odder, unexpecteder witch of a child there never was in this world,
that's what. There was no ciphering her out by the rules that worked with other children. It's
nothing short of wonderful how she's improved these three years, but especially in looks.
She's a real pretty girl got to be, though I can't say I'm overly partial to that pale, big−eyed
style myself. I like more snap and color, like Diana Barry has or Ruby Gillis. Ruby Gillis's
looks are real showy. But somehow – I don't know how it is but when Anne and them are
together, though she ain't half as handsome, she makes them look kind of common and
overdone – something like them white June lilies she calls narcissus alongside of the big, red
peonies, that's what.»
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A
nne had her «good» summer and enjoyed it wholeheartedly. She and Diana fairly
lived outdoors, reveling in all the delights that Lover's Lane and the Dryad's Bubble and
Willowmere and Victoria Island afforded. Marilla offered no objections to Anne's
gypsyings. The Spencervale doctor who had come the night Minnie May had the croup met
Anne at the house of a patient one afternoon early in vacation, looked her over sharply,
screwed up his mouth, shook his head, and sent a message to Marilla Cuthbert by another
person. It was:
«Keep that redheaded girl of yours in the open air all summer and don't let her read
books until she gets more spring into her step.»
This message frightened Marilla wholesomely. She read Anne's death warrant by
consumption in it unless it was scrupulously obeyed. As a result, Anne had the golden
summer of her life as far as freedom and frolic went. She walked, rowed, berried, and
dreamed to her heart's content; and when September came she was bright−eyed and alert,
with a step that would have satisfied the Spencervale doctor and a heart full of ambition and
zest once more.
«I feel just like studying with might and main,» she declared as she brought her books
down from the attic. «Oh, you good old friends, I'm glad to see your honest faces once more
– yes, even you, geometry. I've had a perfectly beautiful summer, Marilla, and now I'm
rejoicing as a strong man to run a race, as Mr. Allan said last Sunday. Doesn't Mr. Allan
preach magnificent sermons? Mrs. Lynde says he is improving every day and the first thing
we know some city church will gobble him up and then we'll be left and have to turn to and
break in another green preacher. But I don't see the use of meeting trouble halfway, do you,
Marilla? I think it would be better just to enjoy Mr. Allan while we have him. If I were a
man I think I'd be a minister. They can have such an influence for good, if their theology is
sound; and it must be thrilling to preach splendid sermons and stir your hearers' hearts. Why
can't women be ministers, Marilla? I asked Mrs. Lynde that and she was shocked and said it
would be a scandalous thing. She said there might be female ministers in the States and she
believed there was, but thank goodness we hadn't got to that stage in Canada yet and she
hoped we never would. But I don't see why. I think women would make splendid ministers.
When there is a social to be got up or a church tea or anything else to raise money the
women have to turn to and do the work. I'm sure Mrs. Lynde can pray every bit as well as
Superintendent Bell and I've no doubt she could preach too with a little practice.»
«Yes, I believe she could,» said Marilla dryly. «She does plenty of unofficial preaching
as it is. Nobody has much of a chance to go wrong in Avonlea with Rachel to oversee
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them.»
«Marilla,» said Anne in a burst of confidence, «I want to tell you something and ask
you what you think about it. It has worried me terribly – on Sunday afternoons, that is, when
I think specially about such matters. I do really want to be good; and when I'm with you or
Mrs. Allan or Miss Stacy I want it more than ever and I want to do just what would please
you and what you would approve of. But mostly when I'm with Mrs. Lynde I feel
desperately wicked and as if I wanted to go and do the very thing she tells me I oughtn't to
do. I feel irresistibly tempted to do it. Now, what do you think is the reason I feel like that?
Do you think it's because I'm really bad and unregenerate?»
Marilla looked dubious for a moment. Then she laughed.
«If you are I guess I am too, Anne, for Rachel often has that very effect on me. I
sometimes think she'd have more of an influence for good, as you say yourself, if she didn't
keep nagging people to do right. There should have been a special commandment against
nagging. But there, I shouldn't talk so. Rachel is a good Christian woman and she means
well. There isn't a kinder soul in Avonlea and she never shirks her share of work.»
«I'm very glad you feel the same,» said Anne decidedly. «It's so encouraging. I shan't
worry so much over that after this. But I dare say there'll be other things to worry me. They
keep coming up new all the time – things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question
and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided
when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and
deciding what is right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla? But when I have such
good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up
successfully, and I'm sure it will be my own fault if I don't. I feel it's a great responsibility
because I have only the one chance. If I don't grow up right I can't go back and begin over
again. I've grown two inches this summer, Marilla. Mr. Gillis measured me at Ruby's party.
I'm so glad you made my new dresses longer. That dark−green one is so pretty and it was
sweet of you to put on the flounce. Of course I know it wasn't really necessary, but flounces
are so stylish this fall and Josie Pye has flounces on all her dresses. I know I'll be able to
study better because of mine. I shall have such a comfortable feeling deep down in my mind
about that flounce.»
«It's worth something to have that,» admitted Marilla.
Miss Stacy came back to Avonlea school and found all her pupils eager for work once
more. Especially did the Queen's class gird up their loins for the fray, for at the end of the
coming year, dimly shadowing their pathway already, loomed up that fateful thing known as
«the Entrance,» at the thought of which one and all felt their hearts sink into their very
shoes. Suppose they did not pass! That thought was doomed to haunt Anne through the
waking hours of that winter, Sunday afternoons inclusive, to the almost entire exclusion of
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moral and theological problems. When Anne had bad dreams she found herself staring
miserably at pass lists of the Entrance exams, where Gilbert Blythe's name was blazoned at
the top and in which hers did not appear at all.
But it was a jolly, busy, happy swift−flying winter. Schoolwork was as interesting, class
rivalry as absorbing, as of yore. New worlds of thought, feeling, and ambition, fresh,
fascinating fields of unexplored knowledge seemed to be opening out before Anne's eager
eyes.
«Hills peeped o'er hill and Alps on Alps arose.»
Much of all this was due to Miss Stacy's tactful, careful, broadminded guidance. She led
her class to think and explore and discover for themselves and encouraged straying from the
old beaten paths to a degree that quite shocked Mrs. Lynde and the school trustees, who
viewed all innovations on established methods rather dubiously.
Apart from her studies Anne expanded socially, for Marilla, mindful of the Spencervale
doctor's dictum, no longer vetoed occasional outings. The Debating Club flourished and
gave several concerts; there were one or two parties almost verging on grown−up affairs;
there were sleigh drives and skating frolics galore.
Betweentimes Anne grew, shooting up so rapidly that Marilla was astonished one day,
when they were standing side by side, to find the girl was taller than herself.
«Why, Anne, how you've grown!» she said, almost unbelievingly. A sigh followed on
the words. Marilla felt a queer regret over Anne's inches. The child she had learned to love
had vanished somehow and here was this tall, serious−eyed girl of fifteen, with the
thoughtful brows and the proudly poised little head, in her place. Marilla loved the girl as
much as she had loved the child, but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss.
And that night, when Anne had gone to prayer meeting with Diana, Marilla sat alone in the
wintry twilight and indulged in the weakness of a cry. Matthew, coming in with a lantern,
caught her at it and gazed at her in such consternation that Marilla had to laugh through her
tears.
«I was thinking about Anne,» she explained. «She's got to be such a big girl – and she'll
probably be away from us next winter. I'll miss her terrible.»
«She'll be able to come home often,» comforted Matthew, to whom Anne was as yet
and always would be the little, eager girl he had brought home from Bright River on that
June evening four years before. «The branch railroad will be built to Carmody by that time.»
«It won't be the same thing as having her here all the time,» sighed Marilla gloomily,
determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted. «But there – men can't understand
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these things!»
There were other changes in Anne no less real than the physical change. For one thing,
she became much quieter. Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever,
but she certainly talked less. Marilla noticed and commented on this also.
«You don't chatter half as much as you used to, Anne, nor use half as many big words.
What has come over you?»
Anne colored and laughed a little, as she dropped her book and looked dreamily out of
the window, where big fat red buds were bursting out on the creeper in response to the lure
of the spring sunshine.
«I don't know – I don't want to talk as much,» she said, denting her chin thoughtfully
with her forefinger. «It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart,
like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don't
want to use big words any more. It's almost a pity, isn't it, now that I'm really growing big
enough to say them if I did want to. It's fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it's not
the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't
time for big words. Besides, Miss Stacy says the short ones are much stronger and better.
She makes us write all our essays as simply as possible. It was hard at first. I was so used to
crowding in all the fine big words I could think of – and I thought of any number of them.
But I've got used to it now and I see it's so much better.»
«What has become of your story club? I haven't heard you speak of it for a long time.»
«The story club isn't in existence any longer. We hadn't time for it – and anyhow I think
we had got tired of it. It was silly to be writing about love and murder and elopements and
mysteries. Miss Stacy sometimes has us write a story for training in composition, but she
won't let us write anything but what might happen in Avonlea in our own lives, and she
criticizes it very sharply and makes us criticize our own too. I never thought my
compositions had so many faults until I began to look for them myself. I felt so ashamed I
wanted to give up altogether, but Miss Stacy said I could learn to write well if I only trained
myself to be my own severest critic. And so I am trying to.»
«You've only two more months before the Entrance,» said Marilla. «Do you think you'll
be able to get through?»
Anne shivered.
«I don't know. Sometimes I think I'll be all right – and then I get horribly afraid. We've
studied hard and Miss Stacy has drilled us thoroughly, but we mayn't get through for all that.
We've each got a stumbling block. Mine is geometry of course, and Jane's is Latin, and
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Ruby and Charlie's is algebra, and Josie's is arithmetic. Moody Spurgeon says he feels it in
his bones that he is going to fail in English history. Miss Stacy is going to give us
examinations in June just as hard as we'll have at the Entrance and mark us just as strictly, so
we'll have some idea. I wish it was all over, Marilla. It haunts me. Sometimes I wake up in
the night and wonder what I'll do if I don't pass.»
«Why, go to school next year and try again,» said Marilla unconcernedly.
«Oh, I don't believe I'd have the heart for it. It would be such a disgrace to fail,
especially if Gil – if the others passed. And I get so nervous in an examination that I'm likely
to make a mess of it. I wish I had nerves like Jane Andrews. Nothing rattles her.»
Anne sighed and, dragging her eyes from the witcheries of the spring world, the
beckoning day of breeze and blue, and the green things upspringing in the garden, buried
herself resolutely in her book. There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in
passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy
them.
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CHAPTER XXXII − The Pass List Is Out
W
ith the end of June came the close of the term and the close of Miss Stacy's rule in
Avonlea school. Anne and Diana walked home that evening feeling very sober indeed. Red
eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testimony to the fact that Miss Stacy's
farewell words must have been quite as touching as Mr. Phillips's had been under similar
circumstances three years before. Diana looked back at the schoolhouse from the foot of the
spruce hill and sighed deeply.
«It does seem as if it was the end of everything, doesn't it?» she said dismally.
«You oughtn't to feel half as badly as I do,» said Anne, hunting vainly for a dry spot on
her handkerchief. «You'll be back again next winter, but I suppose I've left the dear old
school forever – if I have good luck, that is.»
«It won't be a bit the same. Miss Stacy won't be there, nor you nor Jane nor Ruby
probably. I shall have to sit all alone, for I couldn't bear to have another deskmate after you.
Oh, we have had jolly times, haven't we, Anne? It's dreadful to think they're all over.»
Two big tears rolled down by Diana's nose.
«If you would stop crying I could,» said Anne imploringly. «Just as soon as I put away
my hanky I see you brimming up and that starts me off again. As Mrs. Lynde says, `If you
can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.' After all, I dare say I'll be back next year. This
is one of the times I KNOW I'm not going to pass. They're getting alarmingly frequent.»
«Why, you came out splendidly in the exams Miss Stacy gave.»
«Yes, but those exams didn't make me nervous. When I think of the real thing you can't
imagine what a horrid cold fluttery feeling comes round my heart. And then my number is
thirteen and Josie Pye says it's so unlucky. I am NOT superstitious and I know it can make
no difference. But still I wish it wasn't thirteen.»
«I do wish I was going in with you,» said Diana. «Wouldn't we have a perfectly elegant
time? But I suppose you'll have to cram in the evenings.»
«No; Miss Stacy has made us promise not to open a book at all. She says it would only
tire and confuse us and we are to go out walking and not think about the exams at all and go
to bed early. It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be,
I think. Prissy Andrews told me that she sat up half the night every night of her Entrance
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week and crammed for dear life; and I had determined to sit up AT LEAST as long as she
did. It was so kind of your Aunt Josephine to ask me to stay at Beechwood while I'm in
town.»
«You'll write to me while you're in, won't you?»
«I'll write Tuesday night and tell you how the first day goes,» promised Anne.
«I'll be haunting the post office Wednesday,» vowed Diana.
Anne went to town the following Monday and on Wednesday Diana haunted the post
office, as agreed, and got her letter.
«Dearest Diana»
[wrote Anne]
,
«Here it is Tuesday night and I'm writing this in the library at Beechwood. Last night I
was horribly lonesome all alone in my room and wished so much you were with me. I
couldn't »cram" because I'd promised Miss Stacy not to, but it was as hard to keep from
opening my history as it used to be to keep from reading a story before my lessons were
learned.
"This morning Miss Stacy came for me and we went to the Academy, calling for Jane
and Ruby and Josie on our way. Ruby asked me to feel her hands and they were as cold as
ice. Josie said I looked as if I hadn't slept a wink and she didn't believe I was strong enough
to stand the grind of the teacher's course even if I did get through. There are times and
seasons even yet when I don't feel that I've made any great headway in learning to like Josie
Pye!
"When we reached the Academy there were scores of students there from all over the
Island. The first person we saw was Moody Spurgeon sitting on the steps and muttering
away to himself. Jane asked him what on earth he was doing and he said he was repeating
the multiplication table over and over to steady his nerves and for pity's sake not to interrupt
him, because if he stopped for a moment he got frightened and forgot everything he ever
knew, but the multiplication table kept all his facts firmly in their proper place!
"When we were assigned to our rooms Miss Stacy had to leave us. Jane and I sat
together and Jane was so composed that I envied her. No need of the multiplication table for
good, steady, sensible Jane! I wondered if I looked as I felt and if they could hear my heart
thumping clear across the room. Then a man came in and began distributing the English
examination sheets. My hands grew cold then and my head fairly whirled around as I picked
it up. Just one awful moment – Diana, I felt exactly as I did four years ago when I asked
Marilla if I might stay at Green Gables – and then everything cleared up in my mind and my
heart began beating again – I forgot to say that it had stopped altogether! – for I knew I
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could do something with THAT paper anyhow.
"At noon we went home for dinner and then back again for history in the afternoon. The
history was a pretty hard paper and I got dreadfully mixed up in the dates. Still, I think I did
fairly well today. But oh, Diana, tomorrow the geometry exam comes off and when I think
of it it takes every bit of determination I possess to keep from opening my Euclid. If I
thought the multiplication table would help me any I would recite it from now till tomorrow
morning.
"I went down to see the other girls this evening. On my way I met Moody Spurgeon
wandering distractedly around. He said he knew he had failed in history and he was born to
be a disappointment to his parents and he was going home on the morning train; and it
would be easier to be a carpenter than a minister, anyhow. I cheered him up and persuaded
him to stay to the end because it would be unfair to Miss Stacy if he didn't. Sometimes I
have wished I was born a boy, but when I see Moody Spurgeon I'm always glad I'm a girl
and not his sister.
"Ruby was in hysterics when I reached their boardinghouse; she had just discovered a
fearful mistake she had made in her English paper. When she recovered we went uptown
and had an ice cream. How we wished you had been with us.
"Oh, Diana, if only the geometry examination were over! But there, as Mrs. Lynde
would say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in geometry or not. That is
true but not especially comforting. I think I'd rather it didn't go on if I failed!
Yours devotedly,
Anne"
The geometry examination and all the others were over in due time and Anne arrived
home on Friday evening, rather tired but with an air of chastened triumph about her. Diana
was over at Green Gables when she arrived and they met as if they had been parted for
years.
«You old darling, it's perfectly splendid to see you back again. It seems like an age
since you went to town and oh, Anne, how did you get along?»
«Pretty well, I think, in everything but the geometry. I don't know whether I passed in it
or not and I have a creepy, crawly presentiment that I didn't. Oh, how good it is to be back!
Green Gables is the dearest, loveliest spot in the world.»
«How did the others do?»
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«The girls say they know they didn't pass, but I think they did pretty well. Josie says the
geometry was so easy a child of ten could do it! Moody Spurgeon still thinks he failed in
history and Charlie says he failed in algebra. But we don't really know anything about it and
won't until the pass list is out. That won't be for a fortnight. Fancy living a fortnight in such
suspense! I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up until it is over.»
Diana knew it would be useless to ask how Gilbert Blythe had fared, so she merely said:
«Oh, you'll pass all right. Don't worry.»
«I'd rather not pass at all than not come out pretty well up on the list,» flashed Anne, by
which she meant – and Diana knew she meant – that success would be incomplete and bitter
if she did not come out ahead of Gilbert Blythe.
With this end in view Anne had strained every nerve during the examinations. So had
Gilbert. They had met and passed each other on the street a dozen times without any sign of
recognition and every time Anne had held her head a little higher and wished a little more
earnestly that she had made friends with Gilbert when he asked her, and vowed a little more
determinedly to surpass him in the examination. She knew that all Avonlea junior was
wondering which would come out first; she even knew that Jimmy Glover and Ned Wright
had a bet on the question and that Josie Pye had said there was no doubt in the world that
Gilbert would be first; and she felt that her humiliation would be unbearable if she failed.
But she had another and nobler motive for wishing to do well. She wanted to «pass
high» for the sake of Matthew and Marilla – especially Matthew. Matthew had declared to
her his conviction that she «would beat the whole Island.» That, Anne felt, was something it
would be foolish to hope for even in the wildest dreams. But she did hope fervently that she
would be among the first ten at least, so that she might see Matthew's kindly brown eyes
gleam with pride in her achievement. That, she felt, would be a sweet reward indeed for all
her hard work and patient grubbing among unimaginative equations and conjugations.
At the end of the fortnight Anne took to «haunting» the post office also, in the
distracted company of Jane, Ruby, and Josie, opening the Charlottetown dailies with shaking
hands and cold, sinkaway feelings as bad as any experienced during the Entrance week.
Charlie and Gilbert were not above doing this too, but Moody Spurgeon stayed resolutely
away.
«I haven't got the grit to go there and look at a paper in cold blood,» he told Anne. «I'm
just going to wait until somebody comes and tells me suddenly whether I've passed or not.»
When three weeks had gone by without the pass list appearing Anne began to feel that
she really couldn't stand the strain much longer. Her appetite failed and her interest in
Avonlea doings languished. Mrs. Lynde wanted to know what else you could expect with a
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Tory superintendent of education at the head of affairs, and Matthew, noting Anne's paleness
and indifference and the lagging steps that bore her home from the post office every
afternoon, began seriously to wonder if he hadn't better vote Grit at the next election.
But one evening the news came. Anne was sitting at her open window, for the time
forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world, as she drank in the beauty
of the summer dusk, sweet−scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant
and rustling from the stir of poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink
from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color
looked like that, when she saw Diana come flying down through the firs, over the log bridge,
and up the slope, with a fluttering newspaper in her hand.
Anne sprang to her feet, knowing at once what that paper contained. The pass list was
out! Her head whirled and her heart beat until it hurt her. She could not move a step. It
seemed an hour to her before Diana came rushing along the hall and burst into the room
without even knocking, so great was her excitement.
«Anne, you've passed,» she cried, «passed the VERY FIRST – you and Gilbert both –
you're ties – but your name is first. Oh, I'm so proud!»
Diana flung the paper on the table and herself on Anne's bed, utterly breathless and
incapable of further speech. Anne lighted the lamp, oversetting the match safe and using up
half a dozen matches before her shaking hands could accomplish the task. Then she snatched
up the paper. Yes, she had passed – there was her name at the very top of a list of two
hundred! That moment was worth living for.
«You did just splendidly, Anne,» puffed Diana, recovering sufficiently to sit up and
speak, for Anne, starry eyed and rapt, had not uttered a word. «Father brought the paper
home from Bright River not ten minutes ago – it came out on the afternoon train, you know,
and won't be here till tomorrow by mail – and when I saw the pass list I just rushed over like
a wild thing. You've all passed, every one of you, Moody Spurgeon and all, although he's
conditioned in history. Jane and Ruby did pretty well – they're halfway up – and so did
Charlie. Josie just scraped through with three marks to spare, but you'll see she'll put on as
many airs as if she'd led. Won't Miss Stacy be delighted? Oh, Anne, what does it feel like to
see your name at the head of a pass list like that? If it were me I know I'd go crazy with joy.
I am pretty near crazy as it is, but you're as calm and cool as a spring evening.»
«I'm just dazzled inside,» said Anne. «I want to say a hundred things, and I can't find
words to say them in. I never dreamed of this – yes, I did too, just once! I let myself think
ONCE, `What if I should come out first?' quakingly, you know, for it seemed so vain and
presumptuous to think I could lead the Island. Excuse me a minute, Diana. I must run right
out to the field to tell Matthew. Then we'll go up the road and tell the good news to the
others.»
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They hurried to the hayfield below the barn where Matthew was coiling hay, and, as
luck would have it, Mrs. Lynde was talking to Marilla at the lane fence.
«Oh, Matthew,» exclaimed Anne, «I've passed and I'm first – or one of the first! I'm not
vain, but I'm thankful.»
«Well now, I always said it,» said Matthew, gazing at the pass list delightedly. «I knew
you could beat them all easy.»
«You've done pretty well, I must say, Anne,» said Marilla, trying to hide her extreme
pride in Anne from Mrs. Rachel's critical eye. But that good soul said heartily:
«I just guess she has done well, and far be it from me to be backward in saying it.
You're a credit to your friends, Anne, that's what, and we're all proud of you.»
That night Anne, who had wound up the delightful evening with a serious little talk with
Mrs. Allan at the manse, knelt sweetly by her open window in a great sheen of moonshine
and murmured a prayer of gratitude and aspiration that came straight from her heart. There
was in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on
her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might
desire.
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CHAPTER XXXIII − The Hotel Concert
P
ut on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly.
They were together in the east gable chamber; outside it was only twilight – a lovely
yellowish−green twilight with a clear−blue cloudless sky. A big round moon, slowly
deepening from her pallid luster into burnished silver, hung over the Haunted Wood; the air
was full of sweet summer sounds – sleepy birds twittering, freakish breezes, faraway voices
and laughter. But in Anne's room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important
toilet was being made.
The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years
before, when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its
inhospitable chill. Changes had crept in, Marilla conniving at them resignedly, until it was as
sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire.
The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne's early visions
had certainly never materialized; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth, and it is not
probable she lamented them. The floor was covered with a pretty matting, and the curtains
that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale−green art
muslin. The walls, hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry, but with a dainty
apple−blossom paper, were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan.
Miss Stacy's photograph occupied the place of honor, and Anne made a sentimental point of
keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly
perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance. There was no «mahogany furniture,» but
there was a white−painted bookcase filled with books, a cushioned wicker rocker, a toilet
table befrilled with white muslin, a quaint, gilt−framed mirror with chubby pink Cupids and
purple grapes painted over its arched top, that used to hang in the spare room, and a low
white bed.
Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in
aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the
surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands
Baptist choir had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin
solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; and Laura Spencer of
Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite.
As Anne would have said at one time, it was «an epoch in her life,» and she was
deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified
pride over the honor conferred on his Anne and Marilla was not far behind, although she
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would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn't think it was very proper for a lot of
young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them.
Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their
double−seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going too. There was a
party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to
the performers.
«Do you really think the organdy will be best?» queried Anne anxiously. «I don't think
it's as pretty as my blue−flowered muslin – and it certainly isn't so fashionable.»
«But it suits you ever so much better,» said Diana. «It's so soft and frilly and clinging.
The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew
on you.»
Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in
dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very
pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild−rose pink, from which
Anne was forever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her
appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she
vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the Queen's
taste.
«Pull out that frill a little more – so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers.
I'm going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them halfway up with big white
bows – no, don't pull out a single curl over your forehead – just have the soft part. There is
no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a
Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear.
There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you.»
«Shall I put my pearl beads on?» asked Anne. «Matthew brought me a string from town
last week, and I know he'd like to see them on me.»
Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally
pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne's slim milk−white
throat.
«There's something so stylish about you, Anne,» said Diana, with unenvious
admiration. «You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it's your figure. I am just a
dumpling. I've always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just
have to resign myself to it.»
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«But you have such dimples,» said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty,
vivacious face so near her own. «Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up
all hope of dimples. My dimple−dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams
have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?»
«All ready,» assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with
grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. «Come right in
and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn't she look lovely?»
Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt.
«She looks neat and proper. I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she'll ruin
that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these
damp nights. Organdy's the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told
Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays.
Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless,
and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. Just let them tell him a
thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep
your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on.»
Then Marilla stalked downstairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that
«One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown»
and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite.
«I wonder if it IS too damp for my dress,» said Anne anxiously.
«Not a bit of it,» said Diana, pulling up the window blind. «It's a perfect night, and there
won't be any dew. Look at the moonlight.»
«I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising,» said Anne, going over to Diana.
«It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through
those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that
bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don't know how I'll
get along without it when I go to town next month.»
«Don't speak of your going away tonight,» begged Diana. «I don't want to think of it, it
makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time this evening. What are you going
to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?»
«Not a bit. I've recited so often in public I don't mind at all now. I've decided to give
`The Maiden's Vow.' It's so pathetic. Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but
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I'd rather make people cry than laugh.»
«What will you recite if they encore you?»
«They won't dream of encoring me,» scoffed Anne, who was not without her own secret
hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next
morning's breakfast table. «There are Billy and Jane now – I hear the wheels. Come on.»
Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him, so she
unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls, where she
could have laughed and chattered to her heart's content. There was not much of either
laughter or chatter in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round,
expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. But he admired Anne
immensely, and was puffed up with pride over the prospect of driving to White Sands with
that slim, upright figure beside him.
Anne, by dint of talking over her shoulder to the girls and occasionally passing a sop of
civility to Billy – who grinned and chuckled and never could think of any reply until it was
too late – contrived to enjoy the drive in spite of all. It was a night for enjoyment. The road
was full of buggies, all bound for the hotel, and laughter, silver clear, echoed and reechoed
along it. When they reached the hotel it was a blaze of light from top to bottom. They were
met by the ladies of the concert committee, one of whom took Anne off to the performers'
dressing room which was filled with the members of a Charlottetown Symphony Club,
among whom Anne felt suddenly shy and frightened and countrified. Her dress, which, in
the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain – too simple
and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her.
What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her?
And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hothouse flowers the others
wore! Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner. She wished
herself back in the white room at Green Gables.
It was still worse on the platform of the big concert hall of the hotel, where she
presently found herself. The electric lights dazzled her eyes, the perfume and hum
bewildered her. She wished she were sitting down in the audience with Diana and Jane, who
seemed to be having a splendid time away at the back. She was wedged in between a stout
lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful−looking girl in a white−lace dress. The stout lady
occasionally turned her head squarely around and surveyed Anne through her eyeglasses
until Anne, acutely sensitive of being so scrutinized, felt that she must scream aloud; and the
white−lace girl kept talking audibly to her next neighbor about the «country bumpkins» and
«rustic belles» in the audience, languidly anticipating «such fun» from the displays of local
talent on the program. Anne believed that she would hate that white−lace girl to the end of
life.
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Unfortunately for Anne, a professional elocutionist was staying at the hotel and had
consented to recite. She was a lithe, dark−eyed woman in a wonderful gown of shimmering
gray stuff like woven moonbeams, with gems on her neck and in her dark hair. She had a
marvelously flexible voice and wonderful power of expression; the audience went wild over
her selection. Anne, forgetting all about herself and her troubles for the time, listened with
rapt and shining eyes; but when the recitation ended she suddenly put her hands over her
face. She could never get up and recite after that – never. Had she ever thought she could
recite? Oh, if she were only back at Green Gables!
At this unpropitious moment her name was called. Somehow Anne – who did not notice
the rather guilty little start of surprise the white−lace girl gave, and would not have
understood the subtle compliment implied therein if she had – got on her feet, and moved
dizzily out to the front. She was so pale that Diana and Jane, down in the audience, clasped
each other's hands in nervous sympathy.
Anne was the victim of an overwhelming attack of stage fright. Often as she had recited
in public, she had never before faced such an audience as this, and the sight of it paralyzed
her energies completely. Everything was so strange, so brilliant, so bewildering – the rows
of ladies in evening dress, the critical faces, the whole atmosphere of wealth and culture
about her. Very different this from the plain benches at the Debating Club, filled with the
homely, sympathetic faces of friends and neighbors. These people, she thought, would be
merciless critics. Perhaps, like the white−lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her
«rustic» efforts. She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable. Her knees trembled,
her heart fluttered, a horrible faintness came over her; not a word could she utter, and the
next moment she would have fled from the platform despite the humiliation which, she felt,
must ever after be her portion if she did so.
But suddenly, as her dilated, frightened eyes gazed out over the audience, she saw
Gilbert Blythe away at the back of the room, bending forward with a smile on his face – a
smile which seemed to Anne at once triumphant and taunting. In reality it was nothing of the
kind. Gilbert was merely smiling with appreciation of the whole affair in general and of the
effect produced by Anne's slender white form and spiritual face against a background of
palms in particular. Josie Pye, whom he had driven over, sat beside him, and her face
certainly was both triumphant and taunting. But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have
cared if she had. She drew a long breath and flung her head up proudly, courage and
determination tingling over her like an electric shock. She WOULD NOT fail before
Gilbert Blythe – he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never! Her fright and
nervousness vanished; and she began her recitation, her clear, sweet voice reaching to the
farthest corner of the room without a tremor or a break. Self−possession was fully restored
to her, and in the reaction from that horrible moment of powerlessness she recited as she had
never done before. When she finished there were bursts of honest applause. Anne, stepping
back to her seat, blushing with shyness and delight, found her hand vigorously clasped and
shaken by the stout lady in pink silk.
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«My dear, you did splendidly,» she puffed. «I've been crying like a baby, actually I
have. There, they're encoring you – they're bound to have you back!»
«Oh, I can't go,» said Anne confusedly. «But yet – I must, or Matthew will be
disappointed. He said they would encore me.»
«Then don't disappoint Matthew,» said the pink lady, laughing.
Smiling, blushing, limpid eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little
selection that captivated her audience still further. The rest of the evening was quite a little
triumph for her.
When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady – who was the wife of an American
millionaire – took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was
very nice to her. The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her,
telling her that she had a charming voice and «interpreted» her selections beautifully. Even
the white−lace girl paid her a languid little compliment. They had supper in the big,
beautifully decorated dining room; Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since
they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal
fear of some such invitation. He was in waiting for them, with the team, however, when it
was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance.
Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs.
Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! How great and
still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the
darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts.
«Hasn't it been a perfectly splendid time?» sighed Jane, as they drove away. «I just wish
I was a rich American and could spend my summer at a hotel and wear jewels and
low−necked dresses and have ice cream and chicken salad every blessed day. I'm sure it
would be ever so much more fun than teaching school. Anne, your recitation was simply
great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin. I think it was better than
Mrs. Evans's.»
«Oh, no, don't say things like that, Jane,» said Anne quickly, «because it sounds silly. It
couldn't be better than Mrs. Evans's, you know, for she is a professional, and I'm only a
schoolgirl, with a little knack of reciting. I'm quite satisfied if the people just liked mine
pretty well.»
«I've a compliment for you, Anne,» said Diana. «At least I think it must be a
compliment because of the tone he said it in. Part of it was anyhow. There was an American
sitting behind Jane and me – such a romantic−looking man, with coal−black hair and eyes.
Josie Pye says he is a distinguished artist, and that her mother's cousin in Boston is married
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to a man that used to go to school with him. Well, we heard him say – didn't we, Jane? –
`Who is that girl on the platform with the splendid Titian hair? She has a face I should like
to paint.' There now, Anne. But what does Titian hair mean?»
«Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess,» laughed Anne. «Titian was a very
famous artist who liked to paint red−haired women.»
«DID you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?» sighed Jane. «They were simply
dazzling. Wouldn't you just love to be rich, girls?»
«We ARE rich,» said Anne staunchly. «Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and
we're happy as queens, and we've all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls –
all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any
more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn't change into any of
those women if you could. Would you want to be that white−lace girl and wear a sour look
all your life, as if you'd been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind
and nice as she is, so stout and short that you'd really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans,
with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to
have such a look. You KNOW you wouldn't, Jane Andrews!»
«I DON'T know – exactly,» said Jane unconvinced. «I think diamonds would comfort a
person for a good deal.»
«Well, I don't want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all
my life,» declared Anne. «I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of
pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame
the Pink Lady's jewels.»
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CHAPTER XXXIV − A Queen's Girl
T
he next three weeks were busy ones at Green Gables, for Anne was getting ready to
go to Queen's, and there was much sewing to be done, and many things to be talked over and
arranged. Anne's outfit was ample and pretty, for Matthew saw to that, and Marilla for once
made no objections whatever to anything he purchased or suggested. More – one evening
she went up to the east gable with her arms full of a delicate pale green material.
«Anne, here's something for a nice light dress for you. I don't suppose you really need
it; you've plenty of pretty waists; but I thought maybe you'd like something real dressy to
wear if you were asked out anywhere of an evening in town, to a party or anything like that.
I hear that Jane and Ruby and Josie have got `evening dresses,' as they call them, and I don't
mean you shall be behind them. I got Mrs. Allan to help me pick it in town last week, and
we'll get Emily Gillis to make it for you. Emily has got taste, and her fits aren't to be
equaled.»
«Oh, Marilla, it's just lovely,» said Anne. «Thank you so much. I don't believe you
ought to be so kind to me – it's making it harder every day for me to go away.»
The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily's
taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew's and Marilla's benefit, and recited
«The Maiden's Vow» for them in the kitchen. As Marilla watched the bright, animated face
and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had arrived at Green
Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her preposterous
yellowish−brown wincey dress, the heartbreak looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in
the memory brought tears to Marilla's own eyes.
«I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Marilla,» said Anne gaily stooping over
Marilla's chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady's cheek. «Now, I call that a positive
triumph.»
«No, I wasn't crying over your piece,» said Marilla, who would have scorned to be
betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff. «I just couldn't help thinking of the little
girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with
all your queer ways. You've grown up now and you're going away; and you look so tall and
stylish and so – so – different altogether in that dress – as if you didn't belong in Avonlea at
all – and I just got lonesome thinking it all over.»
«Marilla!» Anne sat down on Marilla's gingham lap, took Marilla's lined face between
her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla's eyes. «I'm not a bit changed – not
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really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME – back here – is just the
same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart
I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables
more and better every day of her life.»
Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla's faded one, and reached out a hand to
pat Matthew's shoulder. Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne's
power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and
she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing
that she need never let her go.
Matthew, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes, got up and went out−of−doors. Under
the stars of the blue summer night he walked agitatedly across the yard to the gate under the
poplars.
«Well now, I guess she ain't been much spoiled,» he muttered, proudly. «I guess my
putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all. She's smart and pretty, and
loving, too, which is better than all the rest. She's been a blessing to us, and there never was
a luckier mistake than what Mrs. Spencer made – if it WAS luck. I don't believe it was any
such thing. It was Providence, because the Almighty saw we needed her, I reckon.»
The day finally came when Anne must go to town. She and Matthew drove in one fine
September morning, after a tearful parting with Diana and an untearful practical one – on
Marilla's side at least – with Marilla. But when Anne had gone Diana dried her tears and
went to a beach picnic at White Sands with some of her Carmody cousins, where she
contrived to enjoy herself tolerably well; while Marilla plunged fiercely into unnecessary
work and kept at it all day long with the bitterest kind of heartache – the ache that burns and
gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears. But that night, when Marilla went to bed,
acutely and miserably conscious that the little gable room at the end of the hall was
untenanted by any vivid young life and unstirred by any soft breathing, she buried her face
in her pillow, and wept for her girl in a passion of sobs that appalled her when she grew
calm enough to reflect how very wicked it must be to take on so about a sinful fellow
creature.
Anne and the rest of the Avonlea scholars reached town just in time to hurry off to the
Academy. That first day passed pleasantly enough in a whirl of excitement, meeting all the
new students, learning to know the professors by sight and being assorted and organized into
classes. Anne intended taking up the Second Year work being advised to do so by Miss
Stacy; Gilbert Blythe elected to do the same. This meant getting a First Class teacher's
license in one year instead of two, if they were successful; but it also meant much more and
harder work. Jane, Ruby, Josie, Charlie, and Moody Spurgeon, not being troubled with the
stirrings of ambition, were content to take up the Second Class work. Anne was conscious of
a pang of loneliness when she found herself in a room with fifty other students, not one of
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whom she knew, except the tall, brown−haired boy across the room; and knowing him in the
fashion she did, did not help her much, as she reflected pessimistically. Yet she was
undeniably glad that they were in the same class; the old rivalry could still be carried on, and
Anne would hardly have known what to do if it had been lacking.
«I wouldn't feel comfortable without it,» she thought. «Gilbert looks awfully
determined. I suppose he's making up his mind, here and now, to win the medal. What a
splendid chin he has! I never noticed it before. I do wish Jane and Ruby had gone in for First
Class, too. I suppose I won't feel so much like a cat in a strange garret when I get
acquainted, though. I wonder which of the girls here are going to be my friends. It's really an
interesting speculation. Of course I promised Diana that no Queen's girl, no matter how
much I liked her, should ever be as dear to me as she is; but I've lots of second−best
affections to bestow. I like the look of that girl with the brown eyes and the crimson waist.
She looks vivid and red−rosy; there's that pale, fair one gazing out of the window. She has
lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams. I'd like to know them both
– know them well – well enough to walk with my arm about their waists, and call them
nicknames. But just now I don't know them and they don't know me, and probably don't
want to know me particularly. Oh, it's lonesome!»
It was lonesomer still when Anne found herself alone in her hall bedroom that night at
twilight. She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity
on them. Miss Josephine Barry would have liked to board her, but Beechwood was so far
from the Academy that it was out of the question; so miss Barry hunted up a
boarding−house, assuring Matthew and Marilla that it was the very place for Anne.
«The lady who keeps it is a reduced gentlewoman,» explained Miss Barry. «Her
husband was a British officer, and she is very careful what sort of boarders she takes. Anne
will not meet with any objectionable persons under her roof. The table is good, and the
house is near the Academy, in a quiet neighborhood.»
All this might be quite true, and indeed, proved to be so, but it did not materially help
Anne in the first agony of homesickness that seized upon her. She looked dismally about her
narrow little room, with its dull−papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and
empty book− case; and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought of her own
white room at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness of a great
green still outdoors, of sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the
orchard, of the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind
beyond it, of a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana's window shining out through the
gap in the trees. Here there was nothing of this; Anne knew that outside of her window was
a hard street, with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky, the tramp of alien feet,
and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. She knew that she was going to cry, and
fought against it.
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«I WON'T cry. It's silly – and weak – there's the third tear splashing down by my nose.
There are more coming! I must think of something funny to stop them. But there's nothing
funny except what is connected with Avonlea, and that only makes things worse – four –
five – I'm going home next Friday, but that seems a hundred years away. Oh, Matthew is
nearly home by now – and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him – six – seven
– eight – oh, there's no use in counting them! They're coming in a flood presently. I can't
cheer up – I don't WANT to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!»
The flood of tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that
moment. In the joy of seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much
love lost between her and Josie. As a part of Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome.
«I'm so glad you came up,» Anne said sincerely.
«You've been crying,» remarked Josie, with aggravating pity. «I suppose you're
homesick – some people have so little self−control in that respect. I've no intention of being
homesick, I can tell you. Town's too jolly after that poky old Avonlea. I wonder how I ever
existed there so long. You shouldn't cry, Anne; it isn't becoming, for your nose and eyes get
red, and then you seem ALL red. I'd a perfectly scrumptious time in the Academy today.
Our French professor is simply a duck. His moustache would give you kerwollowps of the
heart. Have you anything eatable around, Anne? I'm literally starving. Ah, I guessed likely
Marilla'd load you up with cake. That's why I called round. Otherwise I'd have gone to the
park to hear the band play with Frank Stockley. He boards same place as I do, and he's a
sport. He noticed you in class today, and asked me who the red−headed girl was. I told him
you were an orphan that the Cuthberts had adopted, and nobody knew very much about what
you'd been before that.»
Anne was wondering if, after all, solitude and tears were not more satisfactory than
Josie Pye's companionship when Jane and Ruby appeared, each with an inch of Queen's
color ribbon – purple and scarlet – pinned proudly to her coat. As Josie was not «speaking»
to Jane just then she had to subside into comparative harmlessness.
«Well,» said Jane with a sigh, «I feel as if I'd lived many moons since the morning. I
ought to be home studying my Virgil – that horrid old professor gave us twenty lines to start
in on tomorrow. But I simply couldn't settle down to study tonight. Anne, methinks I see the
traces of tears. If you've been crying DO own up. It will restore my self−respect, for I was
shedding tears freely before Ruby came along. I don't mind being a goose so much if
somebody else is goosey, too. Cake? You'll give me a teeny piece, won't you? Thank you. It
has the real Avonlea flavor.»
Ruby, perceiving the Queen's calendar lying on the table, wanted to know if Anne
meant to try for the gold medal.
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Anne blushed and admitted she was thinking of it.
«Oh, that reminds me,» said Josie, «Queen's is to get one of the Avery scholarships after
all. The word came today. Frank Stockley told me – his uncle is one of the board of
governors, you know. It will be announced in the Academy tomorrow.»
An Avery scholarship! Anne felt her heart beat more quickly, and the horizons of her
ambition shifted and broadened as if by magic. Before Josie had told the news Anne's
highest pinnacle of aspiration had been a teacher's provincial license, First Class, at the end
of the year, and perhaps the medal! But now in one moment Anne saw herself winning the
Avery scholarship, taking an Arts course at Redmond College, and graduating in a gown and
mortar board, before the echo of Josie's words had died away. For the Avery scholarship was
in English, and Anne felt that here her foot was on native heath.???
A wealthy manufacturer of New Brunswick had died and left part of his fortune to
endow a large number of scholarships to be distributed among the various high schools and
academies of the Maritime Provinces, according to their respective standings. There had
been much doubt whether one would be allotted to Queen's, but the matter was settled at
last, and at the end of the year the graduate who made the highest mark in English and
English Literature would win the scholarship – two hundred and fifty dollars a year for four
years at Redmond College. No wonder that Anne went to bed that night with tingling
cheeks!
«I'll win that scholarship if hard work can do it,» she resolved. «Wouldn't Matthew be
proud if I got to be a B.A.? Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a
lot. And there never seems to be any end to them – that's the best of it. Just as soon as you
attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so
interesting.»
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CHAPTER XXXV − The Winter at Queen's
A
nne's homesickness wore off, greatly helped in the wearing by her weekend visits
home. As long as the open weather lasted the Avonlea students went out to Carmody on the
new branch railway every Friday night. Diana and several other Avonlea young folks were
generally on hand to meet them and they all walked over to Avonlea in a merry party. Anne
thought those Friday evening gypsyings over the autumnal hills in the crisp golden air, with
the homelights of Avonlea twinkling beyond, were the best and dearest hours in the whole
week.
Gilbert Blythe nearly always walked with Ruby Gillis and carried her satchel for her.
Ruby was a very handsome young lady, now thinking herself quite as grown up as she really
was; she wore her skirts as long as her mother would let her and did her hair up in town,
though she had to take it down when she went home. She had large, bright−blue eyes, a
brilliant complexion, and a plump showy figure. She laughed a great deal, was cheerful and
good−tempered, and enjoyed the pleasant things of life frankly.
«But I shouldn't think she was the sort of girl Gilbert would like,» whispered Jane to
Anne. Anne did not think so either, but she would not have said so for the Avery
scholarship. She could not help thinking, too, that it would be very pleasant to have such a
friend as Gilbert to jest and chatter with and exchange ideas about books and studies and
ambitions. Gilbert had ambitions, she knew, and Ruby Gillis did not seem the sort of person
with whom such could be profitably discussed.
There was no silly sentiment in Anne's ideas concerning Gilbert. Boys were to her,
when she thought about them at all, merely possible good comrades. If she and Gilbert had
been friends she would not have cared how many other friends he had nor with whom he
walked. She had a genius for friendship; girl friends she had in plenty; but she had a vague
consciousness that masculine friendship might also be a good thing to round out one's
conceptions of companionship and furnish broader standpoints of judgment and comparison.
Not that Anne could have put her feelings on the matter into just such clear definition. But
she thought that if Gilbert had ever walked home with her from the train, over the crisp
fields and along the ferny byways, they might have had many and merry and interesting
conversations about the new world that was opening around them and their hopes and
ambitions therein. Gilbert was a clever young fellow, with his own thoughts about things
and a determination to get the best out of life and put the best into it. Ruby Gillis told Jane
Andrews that she didn't understand half the things Gilbert Blythe said; he talked just like
Anne Shirley did when she had a thoughtful fit on and for her part she didn't think it any fun
to be bothering about books and that sort of thing when you didn't have to. Frank Stockley
had lots more dash and go, but then he wasn't half as good−looking as Gilbert and she really
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couldn't decide which she liked best!
In the Academy Anne gradually drew a little circle of friends about her, thoughtful,
imaginative, ambitious students like herself. With the «rose−red» girl, Stella Maynard, and
the «dream girl,» Priscilla Grant, she soon became intimate, finding the latter pale
spiritual−looking maiden to be full to the brim of mischief and pranks and fun, while the
vivid, black−eyed Stella had a heartful of wistful dreams and fancies, as aerial and
rainbow−like as Anne's own.
After the Christmas holidays the Avonlea students gave up going home on Fridays and
settled down to hard work. By this time all the Queen's scholars had gravitated into their
own places in the ranks and the various classes had assumed distinct and settled shadings of
individuality. Certain facts had become generally accepted. It was admitted that the medal
contestants had practically narrowed down to three – Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, and
Lewis Wilson; the Avery scholarship was more doubtful, any one of a certain six being a
possible winner. The bronze medal for mathematics was considered as good as won by a fat,
funny little up−country boy with a bumpy forehead and a patched coat.
Ruby Gillis was the handsomest girl of the year at the Academy; in the Second Year
classes Stella Maynard carried off the palm for beauty, with small but critical minority in
favor of Anne Shirley. Ethel Marr was admitted by all competent judges to have the most
stylish modes of hair−dressing, and Jane Andrews – plain, plodding, conscientious Jane –
carried off the honors in the domestic science course. Even Josie Pye attained a certain
preeminence as the sharpest− tongued young lady in attendance at Queen's. So it may be
fairly stated that Miss Stacy's old pupil's held their own in the wider arena of the academical
course.
Anne worked hard and steadily. Her rivalry with Gilbert was as intense as it had ever
been in Avonlea school, although it was not known in the class at large, but somehow the
bitterness had gone out of it. Anne no longer wished to win for the sake of defeating Gilbert;
rather, for the proud consciousness of a well−won victory over a worthy foeman. It would be
worth while to win, but she no longer thought life would be insupportable if she did not.
In spite of lessons the students found opportunities for pleasant times. Anne spent many
of her spare hours at Beechwood and generally ate her Sunday dinners there and went to
church with Miss Barry. The latter was, as she admitted, growing old, but her black eyes
were not dim nor the vigor of her tongue in the least abated. But she never sharpened the
latter on Anne, who continued to be a prime favorite with the critical old lady.
«That Anne−girl improves all the time,» she said. «I get tired of other girls – there is
such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow
and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts. I don't know that she is as amusing as she was
when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them.
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It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.»
Then, almost before anybody realized it, spring had come; out in Avonlea the
Mayflowers were peeping pinkly out on the sere barrens where snow−wreaths lingered; and
the «mist of green» was on the woods and in the valleys. But in Charlottetown harassed
Queen's students thought and talked only of examinations.
«It doesn't seem possible that the term is nearly over,» said Anne. «Why, last fall it
seemed so long to look forward to – a whole winter of studies and classes. And here we are,
with the exams looming up next week. Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams meant
everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty
blue air at the end of the streets they don't seem half so important.»
Jane and Ruby and Josie, who had dropped in, did not take this view of it. To them the
coming examinations were constantly very important indeed – far more important than
chestnut buds or Maytime hazes. It was all very well for Anne, who was sure of passing at
least, to have her moments of belittling them, but when your whole future depended on them
– as the girls truly thought theirs did – you could not regard them philosophically.
«I've lost seven pounds in the last two weeks,» sighed Jane. «It's no use to say don't
worry. I WILL worry. Worrying helps you some – it seems as if you were doing something
when you're worrying. It would be dreadful if I failed to get my license after going to
Queen's all winter and spending so much money.»
«I don't care,» said Josie Pye. «If I don't pass this year I'm coming back next. My father
can afford to send me. Anne, Frank Stockley says that Professor Tremaine said Gilbert
Blythe was sure to get the medal and that Emily Clay would likely win the Avery
scholarship.»
«That may make me feel badly tomorrow, Josie,» laughed Anne, «but just now I
honestly feel that as long as I know the violets are coming out all purple down in the hollow
below Green Gables and that little ferns are poking their heads up in Lovers' Lane, it's not a
great deal of difference whether I win the Avery or not. I've done my best and I begin to
understand what is meant by the `joy of the strife.' Next to trying and winning, the best thing
is trying and failing. Girls, don't talk about exams! Look at that arch of pale green sky over
those houses and picture to yourself what it must look like over the purply−dark
beech−woods back of Avonlea.»
«What are you going to wear for commencement, Jane?» asked Ruby practically.
Jane and Josie both answered at once and the chatter drifted into a side eddy of fashions.
But Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands,
and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that
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glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue
of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the
oncoming years – each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.
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CHAPTER XXXVI − The Glory and the Dream
O
n the morning when the final results of all the examina− tions were to be posted on
the bulletin board at Queen's, Anne and Jane walked down the street together. Jane was
smiling and happy; examinations were over and she was comfortably sure she had made a
pass at least; further considerations troubled Jane not at all; she had no soaring ambitions
and consequently was not affected with the unrest attendant thereon. For we pay a price for
everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they
are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self−denial, anxiety and
discouragement. Anne was pale and quiet; in ten more minutes she would know who had
won the medal and who the Avery. Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then,
to be anything worth being called Time.
«Of course you'll win one of them anyhow,» said Jane, who couldn't understand how
the faculty could be so unfair as to order it otherwise.
«I have not hope of the Avery,» said Anne. «Everybody says Emily Clay will win it.
And I'm not going to march up to that bulletin board and look at it before everybody. I
haven't the moral courage. I'm going straight to the girls' dressing room. You must read the
announcements and then come and tell me, Jane. And I implore you in the name of our old
friendship to do it as quickly as possible. If I have failed just say so, without trying to break
it gently; and whatever you do DON'T sympathize with me. Promise me this, Jane.»
Jane promised solemnly; but, as it happened, there was no necessity for such a promise.
When they went up the entrance steps of Queen's they found the hall full of boys who were
carrying Gilbert Blythe around on their shoulders and yelling at the tops of their voices,
«Hurrah for Blythe, Medalist!»
For a moment Anne felt one sickening pang of defeat and disappointment. So she had
failed and Gilbert had won! Well, Matthew would be sorry – he had been so sure she would
win.
And then!
Somebody called out:
«Three cheers for Miss Shirley, winner of the Avery!»
«Oh, Anne,» gasped Jane, as they fled to the girls' dressing room amid hearty cheers.
«Oh, Anne I'm so proud! Isn't it splendid?»
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And then the girls were around them and Anne was the center of a laughing,
congratulating group. Her shoulders were thumped and her hands shaken vigorously. She
was pushed and pulled and hugged and among it all she managed to whisper to Jane:
«Oh, won't Matthew and Marilla be pleased! I must write the news home right away.»
Commencement was the next important happening. The exercises were held in the big
assembly hall of the Academy. Addresses were given, essays read, songs sung, the public
award of diplomas, prizes and medals made.
Matthew and Marilla were there, with eyes and ears for only one student on the
platform – a tall girl in pale green, with faintly flushed cheeks and starry eyes, who read the
best essay and was pointed out and whispered about as the Avery winner.
«Reckon you're glad we kept her, Marilla?» whispered Matthew, speaking for the first
time since he had entered the hall, when Anne had finished her essay.
«It's not the first time I've been glad,» retorted Marilla. «You do like to rub things in,
Matthew Cuthbert.»
Miss Barry, who was sitting behind them, leaned forward and poked Marilla in the back
with her parasol.
«Aren't you proud of that Anne−girl? I am,» she said.
Anne went home to Avonlea with Matthew and Marilla that evening. She had not been
home since April and she felt that she could not wait another day. The apple blossoms were
out and the world was fresh and young. Diana was at Green Gables to meet her. In her own
white room, where Marilla had set a flowering house rose on the window sill, Anne looked
about her and drew a long breath of happiness.
«Oh, Diana, it's so good to be back again. It's so good to see those pointed firs coming
out against the pink sky – and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn't the breath of
the mint delicious? And that tea rose – why, it's a song and a hope and a prayer all in one.
And it's GOOD to see you again, Diana!»
«I thought you like that Stella Maynard better than me,» said Diana reproachfully.
«Josie Pye told me you did. Josie said you were INFATUATED with her.»
Anne laughed and pelted Diana with the faded «June lilies» of her bouquet.
«Stella Maynard is the dearest girl in the world except one and you are that one, Diana,»
she said. «I love you more than ever – and I've so many things to tell you. But just now I feel
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as if it were joy enough to sit here and look at you. I'm tired, I think – tired of being studious
and ambitious. I mean to spend at least two hours tomorrow lying out in the orchard grass,
thinking of absolutely nothing.»
«You've done splendidly, Anne. I suppose you won't be teaching now that you've won
the Avery?»
«No. I'm going to Redmond in September. Doesn't it seem wonderful? I'll have a brand
new stock of ambition laid in by that time after three glorious, golden months of vacation.
Jane and Ruby are going to teach. Isn't it splendid to think we all got through even to Moody
Spurgeon and Josie Pye?»
«The Newbridge trustees have offered Jane their school already,» said Diana. «Gilbert
Blythe is going to teach, too. He has to. His father can't afford to send him to college next
year, after all, so he means to earn his own way through. I expect he'll get the school here if
Miss Ames decides to leave.»
Anne felt a queer little sensation of dismayed surprise. She had not known this; she had
expected that Gilbert would be going to Redmond also. What would she do without their
inspiring rivalry? Would not work, even at a coeducational college with a real degree in
prospect, be rather flat without her friend the enemy?
The next morning at breakfast it suddenly struck Anne that Matthew was not looking
well. Surely he was much grayer than he had been a year before.
«Marilla,» she said hesitatingly when he had gone out, «is Matthew quite well?»
«No, he isn't,» said Marilla in a troubled tone. «He's had some real bad spells with his
heart this spring and he won't spare himself a mite. I've been real worried about him, but he's
some better this while back and we've got a good hired man, so I'm hoping he'll kind of rest
and pick up. Maybe he will now you're home. You always cheer him up.»
Anne leaned across the table and took Marilla's face in her hands.
«You are not looking as well yourself as I'd like to see you, Marilla. You look tired. I'm
afraid you've been working too hard. You must take a rest, now that I'm home. I'm just going
to take this one day off to visit all the dear old spots and hunt up my old dreams, and then it
will be your turn to be lazy while I do the work.»
Marilla smiled affectionately at her girl.
«It's not the work – it's my head. I've got a pain so often now – behind my eyes. Doctor
Spencer's been fussing with glasses, but they don't do me any good. There is a distin−
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guished oculist coming to the Island the last of June and the doctor says I must see him. I
guess I'll have to. I can't read or sew with any comfort now. Well, Anne, you've done real
well at Queen's I must say. To take First Class License in one year and win the Avery
scholarship – well, well, Mrs. Lynde says pride goes before a fall and she doesn't believe in
the higher education of women at all; she says it unfits them for woman's true sphere. I don't
believe a word of it. Speaking of Rachel reminds me – did you hear anything about the
Abbey Bank lately, Anne?»
«I heard it was shaky,» answered Anne. «Why?»
«That is what Rachel said. She was up here one day last week and said there was some
talk about it. Matthew felt real worried. All we have saved is in that bank – every penny. I
wanted Matthew to put it in the Savings Bank in the first place, but old Mr. Abbey was a
great friend of father's and he'd always banked with him. Matthew said any bank with him at
the head of it was good enough for anybody.»
«I think he has only been its nominal head for many years,» said Anne. «He is a very
old man; his nephews are really at the head of the institution.»
«Well, when Rachel told us that, I wanted Matthew to draw our money right out and he
said he'd think of it. But Mr. Russell told him yesterday that the bank was all right.»
Anne had her good day in the companionship of the outdoor world. She never forgot
that day; it was so bright and golden and fair, so free from shadow and so lavish of blossom.
Anne spent some of its rich hours in the orchard; she went to the Dryad's Bubble and
Willowmere and Violet Vale; she called at the manse and had a satisfying talk with Mrs.
Allan; and finally in the evening she went with Matthew for the cows, through Lovers' Lane
to the back pasture. The woods were all gloried through with sunset and the warm splendor
of it streamed down through the hill gaps in the west. Matthew walked slowly with bent
head; Anne, tall and erect, suited her springing step to his.
«You've been working too hard today, Matthew,» she said reproachfully. «Why won't
you take things easier?»
«Well now, I can't seem to,» said Matthew, as he opened the yard gate to let the cows
through. «It's only that I'm getting old, Anne, and keep forgetting it. Well, well, I've always
worked pretty hard and I'd rather drop in harness.»
«If I had been the boy you sent for,» said Anne wistfully, «I'd be able to help you so
much now and spare you in a hundred ways. I could find it in my heart to wish I had been,
just for that.»
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«Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,» said Matthew patting her
hand. «Just mind you that – rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that
took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl – my girl – my girl that I'm proud of.»
He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it
with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window,
thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white
in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always
remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night
before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold,
sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
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«M
atthew – Matthew – what is the matter? Matthew, are you sick?»
It was Marilla who spoke, alarm in every jerky word. Anne came through the hall, her
hands full of white narcissus, – it was long before Anne could love the sight or odor of white
narcissus again, – in time to hear her and to see Matthew standing in the porch doorway, a
folded paper in his hand, and his face strangely drawn and gray. Anne dropped her flowers
and sprang across the kitchen to him at the same moment as Marilla. They were both too
late; before they could reach him Matthew had fallen across the threshold.
«He's fainted,» gasped Marilla. «Anne, run for Martin – quick, quick! He's at the barn.»
Martin, the hired man, who had just driven home from the post office, started at once
for the doctor, calling at Orchard Slope on his way to send Mr. and Mrs. Barry over. Mrs.
Lynde, who was there on an errand, came too. They found Anne and Marilla distractedly
trying to restore Matthew to consciousness.
Mrs. Lynde pushed them gently aside, tried his pulse, and then laid her ear over his
heart. She looked at their anxious faces sorrowfully and the tears came into her eyes.
«Oh, Marilla,» she said gravely. «I don't think – we can do anything for him.»
«Mrs. Lynde, you don't think – you can't think Matthew is – is – » Anne could not say
the dreadful word; she turned sick and pallid.
«Child, yes, I'm afraid of it. Look at his face. When you've seen that look as often as I
have you'll know what it means.»
Anne looked at the still face and there beheld the seal of the Great Presence.
When the doctor came he said that death had been instantaneous and probably painless,
caused in all likelihood by some sudden shock. The secret of the shock was discovered to be
in the paper Matthew had held and which Martin had brought from the office that morning.
It contained an account of the failure of the Abbey Bank.
The news spread quickly through Avonlea, and all day friends and neighbors thronged
Green Gables and came and went on errands of kindness for the dead and living. For the
first time shy, quiet Matthew Cuthbert was a person of central importance; the white majesty
of death had fallen on him and set him apart as one crowned.
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When the calm night came softly down over Green Gables the old house was hushed
and tranquil. In the parlor lay Matthew Cuthbert in his coffin, his long gray hair framing his
placid face on which there was a little kindly smile as if he but slept, dreaming pleasant
dreams. There were flowers about him – sweet old−fashioned flowers which his mother had
planted in the homestead garden in her bridal days and for which Matthew had always had a
secret, wordless love. Anne had gathered them and brought them to him, her anguished,
tearless eyes burning in her white face. It was the last thing she could do for him.
The Barrys and Mrs. Lynde stayed with them that night. Diana, going to the east gable,
where Anne was standing at her window, said gently:
«Anne dear, would you like to have me sleep with you tonight?»
«Thank you, Diana.» Anne looked earnestly into her friend's face. «I think you won't
misunderstand me when I say I want to be alone. I'm not afraid. I haven't been alone one
minute since it happened – and I want to be. I want to be quite silent and quiet and try to
realize it. I can't realize it. Half the time it seems to me that Matthew can't be dead; and the
other half it seems as if he must have been dead for a long time and I've had this horrible
dull ache ever since.»
Diana did not quite understand. Marilla's impassioned grief, breaking all the bounds of
natural reserve and lifelong habit in its stormy rush, she could comprehend better than
Anne's tearless agony. But she went away kindly, leaving Anne alone to keep her first vigil
with sorrow.
Anne hoped that the tears would come in solitude. It seemed to her a terrible thing that
she could not shed a tear for Matthew, whom she had loved so much and who had been so
kind to her, Matthew who had walked with her last evening at sunset and was now lying in
the dim room below with that awful peace on his brow. But no tears came at first, even
when she knelt by her window in the darkness and prayed, looking up to the stars beyond
the hills – no tears, only the same horrible dull ache of misery that kept on aching until she
fell asleep, worn out with the day's pain and excitement.
In the night she awakened, with the stillness and the darkness about her, and the
recollection of the day came over her like a wave of sorrow. She could see Matthew's face
smiling at her as he had smiled when they parted at the gate that last evening – she could
hear his voice saying, «My girl – my girl that I'm proud of.» Then the tears came and Anne
wept her heart out. Marilla heard her and crept in to comfort her.
«There – there – don't cry so, dearie. It can't bring him back. It – it – isn't right to cry so.
I knew that today, but I couldn't help it then. He'd always been such a good, kind brother to
me – but God knows best.»
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«Oh, just let me cry, Marilla,» sobbed Anne. «The tears don't hurt me like that ache did.
Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me – so. I couldn't have Diana
stay, she's good and kind and sweet – but it's not her sorrow – she's outside of it and she
couldn't come close enough to my heart to help me. It's our sorrow – yours and mine. Oh,
Marilla, what will we do without him?»
«We've got each other, Anne. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here – if you'd
never come. Oh, Anne, I know I've been kind of strict and harsh with you maybe – but you
mustn't think I didn't love you as well as Matthew did, for all that. I want to tell you now
when I can. It's never been easy for me to say things out of my heart, but at times like this
it's easier. I love you as dear as if you were my own flesh and blood and you've been my joy
and comfort ever since you came to Green Gables.»
Two days afterwards they carried Matthew Cuthbert over his homestead threshold and
away from the fields he had tilled and the orchards he had loved and the trees he had
planted; and then Avonlea settled back to its usual placidity and even at Green Gables affairs
slipped into their old groove and work was done and duties fulfilled with regularity as
before, although always with the aching sense of «loss in all familiar things.» Anne, new to
grief, thought it almost sad that it could be so – that they COULD go on in the old way
without Matthew. She felt something like shame and remorse when she discovered that the
sunrises behind the firs and the pale pink buds opening in the garden gave her the old inrush
of gladness when she saw them – that Diana's visits were pleasant to her and that Diana's
merry words and ways moved her to laughter and smiles – that, in brief, the beautiful world
of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its power to please her fancy and thrill
her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices.
«It seems like disloyalty to Matthew, somehow, to find pleasure in these things now that
he has gone,» she said wistfully to Mrs. Allan one evening when they were together in the
manse garden. «I miss him so much – all the time – and yet, Mrs. Allan, the world and life
seem very beautiful and interesting to me for all. Today Diana said something funny and I
found myself laughing. I thought when it happened I could never laugh again. And it
somehow seems as if I oughtn't to.»
«When Matthew was here he liked to hear you laugh and he liked to know that you
found pleasure in the pleasant things around you,» said Mrs. Allan gently. «He is just away
now; and he likes to know it just the same. I am sure we should not shut our hearts against
the healing influences that nature offers us. But I can understand your feeling. I think we all
experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone
we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were
unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.»
«I was down to the graveyard to plant a rosebush on Matthew's grave this afternoon,»
said Anne dreamily. «I took a slip of the little white Scotch rosebush his mother brought out
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from Scotland long ago; Matthew always liked those roses the best – they were so small and
sweet on their thorny stems. It made me feel glad that I could plant it by his grave – as if I
were doing something that must please him in taking it there to be near him. I hope he has
roses like them in heaven. Perhaps the souls of all those little white roses that he has loved
so many summers were all there to meet him. I must go home now. Marilla is all alone and
she gets lonely at twilight.»
«She will be lonelier still, I fear, when you go away again to college,» said Mrs. Allan.
Anne did not reply; she said good night and went slowly back to green Gables. Marilla
was sitting on the front door−steps and Anne sat down beside her. The door was open
behind them, held back by a big pink conch shell with hints of sea sunsets in its smooth
inner convolutions.
Anne gathered some sprays of pale−yellow honeysuckle and put them in her hair. She
liked the delicious hint of fragrance, as some aerial benediction, above her every time she
moved.
«Doctor Spencer was here while you were away,» Marilla said. «He says that the
specialist will be in town tomorrow and he insists that I must go in and have my eyes
examined. I suppose I'd better go and have it over. I'll be more than thankful if the man can
give me the right kind of glasses to suit my eyes. You won't mind staying here alone while
I'm away, will you? Martin will have to drive me in and there's ironing and baking to do.»
«I shall be all right. Diana will come over for company for me. I shall attend to the
ironing and baking beautifully – you needn't fear that I'll starch the handkerchiefs or flavor
the cake with liniment.»
Marilla laughed.
«What a girl you were for making mistakes in them days, Anne. You were always
getting into scrapes. I did use to think you were possessed. Do you mind the time you dyed
your hair?»
«Yes, indeed. I shall never forget it,» smiled Anne, touching the heavy braid of hair that
was wound about her shapely head. «I laugh a little now sometimes when I think what a
worry my hair used to be to me – but I don't laugh MUCH, because it was a very real
trouble then. I did suffer terribly over my hair and my freckles. My freckles are really gone;
and people are nice enough to tell me my hair is auburn now – all but Josie Pye. She
informed me yesterday that she really thought it was redder than ever, or at least my black
dress made it look redder, and she asked me if people who had red hair ever got used to
having it. Marilla, I've almost decided to give up trying to like Josie Pye. I've made what I
would once have called a heroic effort to like her, but Josie Pye won't BE liked.»
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«Josie is a Pye,» said Marilla sharply, «so she can't help being disagreeable. I suppose
people of that kind serve some useful purpose in society, but I must say I don't know what it
is any more than I know the use of thistles. Is Josie going to teach?»
«No, she is going back to Queen's next year. So are Moody Spurgeon and Charlie
Sloane. Jane and Ruby are going to teach and they have both got schools – Jane at
Newbridge and Ruby at some place up west.»
«Gilbert Blythe is going to teach too, isn't he?»
«Yes» – briefly.
«What a nice−looking fellow he is,» said Marilla absently. «I saw him in church last
Sunday and he seemed so tall and manly. He looks a lot like his father did at the same age.
John Blythe was a nice boy. We used to be real good friends, he and I. People called him my
beau.»
Anne looked up with swift interest.
«Oh, Marilla – and what happened? – why didn't you – »
«We had a quarrel. I wouldn't forgive him when he asked me to. I meant to, after awhile
– but I was sulky and angry and I wanted to punish him first. He never came back – the
Blythes were all mighty independent. But I always felt – rather sorry. I've always kind of
wished I'd forgiven him when I had the chance.»
«So you've had a bit of romance in your life, too,» said Anne softly.
«Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn't think so to look at me, would you?
But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and
John. I'd forgotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday.»
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arilla went to town the next day and returned in the evening. Anne had gone over to
Orchard Slope with Diana and came back to find Marilla in the kitchen, sitting by the table
with her head leaning on her hand. Something in her dejected attitude struck a chill to
Anne's heart. She had never seen Marilla sit limply inert like that.
«Are you very tired, Marilla?»
«Yes – no – I don't know,» said Marilla wearily, looking up. «I suppose I am tired but I
haven't thought about it. It's not that.»
«Did you see the oculist? What did he say?» asked Anne anxiously.
«Yes, I saw him. He examined my eyes. He says that if I give up all reading and sewing
entirely and any kind of work that strains the eyes, and if I'm careful not to cry, and if I wear
the glasses he's given me he thinks my eyes may not get any worse and my headaches will
be cured. But if I don't he says I'll certainly be stone−blind in six months. Blind! Anne, just
think of it!»
For a minute Anne, after her first quick exclamation of dismay, was silent. It seemed to
her that she could NOT speak. Then she said bravely, but with a catch in her voice:
«Marilla, DON'T think of it. You know he has given you hope. If you are careful you
won't lose your sight altogether; and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great
thing.»
«I don't call it much hope,» said Marilla bitterly. «What am I to live for if I can't read or
sew or do anything like that? I might as well be blind – or dead. And as for crying, I can't
help that when I get lonesome. But there, it's no good talking about it. If you'll get me a cup
of tea I'll be thankful. I'm about done out. Don't say anything about this to any one for a spell
yet, anyway. I can't bear that folks should come here to question and sympathize and talk
about it.»
When Marilla had eaten her lunch Anne persuaded her to go to bed. Then Anne went
herself to the east gable and sat down by her window in the darkness alone with her tears
and her heaviness of heart. How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night
after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy
with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there
was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the
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face and found it a friend – as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.
One afternoon a few days later Marilla came slowly in from the front yard where she
had been talking to a caller – a man whom Anne knew by sight as Sadler from Carmody.
Anne wondered what he could have been saying to bring that look to Marilla's face.
«What did Mr. Sadler want, Marilla?»
Marilla sat down by the window and looked at Anne. There were tears in her eyes in
defiance of the oculist's prohibition and her voice broke as she said:
«He heard that I was going to sell Green Gables and he wants to buy it.»
«Buy it! Buy Green Gables?» Anne wondered if she had heard aright. «Oh, Marilla, you
don't mean to sell Green Gables!»
«Anne, I don't know what else is to be done. I've thought it all over. If my eyes were
strong I could stay here and make out to look after things and manage, with a good hired
man. But as it is I can't. I may lose my sight altogether; and anyway I'll not be fit to run
things. Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day when I'd have to sell my home. But things
would only go behind worse and worse all the time, till nobody would want to buy it. Every
cent of our money went in that bank; and there's some notes Matthew gave last fall to pay.
Mrs. Lynde advises me to sell the farm and board somewhere – with her I suppose. It won't
bring much – it's small and the buildings are old. But it'll be enough for me to live on I
reckon. I'm thankful you're provided for with that scholarship, Anne. I'm sorry you won't
have a home to come to in your vacations, that's all, but I suppose you'll manage somehow.»
Marilla broke down and wept bitterly.
«You mustn't sell Green Gables,» said Anne resolutely.
«Oh, Anne, I wish I didn't have to. But you can see for yourself. I can't stay here alone.
I'd go crazy with trouble and loneliness. And my sight would go – I know it would.»
«You won't have to stay here alone, Marilla. I'll be with you. I'm not going to
Redmond.»
«Not going to Redmond!» Marilla lifted her worn face from her hands and looked at
Anne. «Why, what do you mean?»
«Just what I say. I'm not going to take the scholarship. I decided so the night after you
came home from town. You surely don't think I could leave you alone in your trouble,
Marilla, after all you've done for me. I've been thinking and planning. Let me tell you my
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plans. Mr. Barry wants to rent the farm for next year. So you won't have any bother over
that. And I'm going to teach. I've applied for the school here – but I don't expect to get it for
I understand the trustees have promised it to Gilbert Blythe. But I can have the Carmody
school – Mr. Blair told me so last night at the store. Of course that won't be quite as nice or
convenient as if I had the Avonlea school. But I can board home and drive myself over to
Carmody and back, in the warm weather at least. And even in winter I can come home
Fridays. We'll keep a horse for that. Oh, I have it all planned out, Marilla. And I'll read to
you and keep you cheered up. You sha'n't be dull or lonesome. And we'll be real cozy and
happy here together, you and I.»
Marilla had listened like a woman in a dream.
«Oh, Anne, I could get on real well if you were here, I know. But I can't let you
sacrifice yourself so for me. It would be terrible.»
«Nonsense!» Anne laughed merrily. «There is no sacrifice. Nothing could be worse
than giving up Green Gables – nothing could hurt me more. We must keep the dear old
place. My mind is quite made up, Marilla. I'm NOT going to Redmond; and I AM going to
stay here and teach. Don't you worry about me a bit.»
«But your ambitions – and – »
«I'm just as ambitious as ever. Only, I've changed the object of my ambitions. I'm going
to be a good teacher – and I'm going to save your eyesight. Besides, I mean to study at home
here and take a little college course all by myself. Oh, I've dozens of plans, Marilla. I've
been thinking them out for a week. I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its
best to me in return. When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a
straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I
don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a
fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes – what there
is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows – what new landscapes – what new
beauties – what curves and hills and valleys further on.»
«I don't feel as if I ought to let you give it up,» said Marilla, referring to the scholarship.
«But you can't prevent me. I'm sixteen and a half, `obstinate as a mule,' as Mrs. Lynde
once told me,» laughed Anne. «Oh, Marilla, don't you go pitying me. I don't like to be
pitied, and there is no need for it. I'm heart glad over the very thought of staying at dear
Green Gables. Nobody could love it as you and I do – so we must keep it.»
«You blessed girl!» said Marilla, yielding. «I feel as if you'd given me new life. I guess
I ought to stick out and make you go to college – but I know I can't, so I ain't going to try.
I'll make it up to you though, Anne.»
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When it became noised abroad in Avonlea that Anne Shirley had given up the idea of
going to college and intended to stay home and teach there was a good deal of discussion
over it. Most of the good folks, not knowing about Marilla's eyes, thought she was foolish.
Mrs. Allan did not. She told Anne so in approving words that brought tears of pleasure to the
girl's eyes. Neither did good Mrs. Lynde. She came up one evening and found Anne and
Marilla sitting at the front door in the warm, scented summer dusk. They liked to sit there
when the twilight came down and the white moths flew about in the garden and the odor of
mint filled the dewy air.
Mrs. Rachel deposited her substantial person upon the stone bench by the door, behind
which grew a row of tall pink and yellow hollyhocks, with a long breath of mingled
weariness and relief.
«I declare I'm getting glad to sit down. I've been on my feet all day, and two hundred
pounds is a good bit for two feet to carry round. It's a great blessing not to be fat, Marilla. I
hope you appreciate it. Well, Anne, I hear you've given up your notion of going to college. I
was real glad to hear it. You've got as much education now as a woman can be comfortable
with. I don't believe in girls going to college with the men and cramming their heads full of
Latin and Greek and all that nonsense.»
«But I'm going to study Latin and Greek just the same, Mrs. Lynde,» said Anne
laughing. «I'm going to take my Arts course right here at Green Gables, and study
everything that I would at college.»
Mrs. Lynde lifted her hands in holy horror.
«Anne Shirley, you'll kill yourself.»
«Not a bit of it. I shall thrive on it. Oh, I'm not going to overdo things. As `Josiah
Allen's wife,' says, I shall be `mejum'. But I'll have lots of spare time in the long winter
evenings, and I've no vocation for fancy work. I'm going to teach over at Carmody, you
know.»
«I don't know it. I guess you're going to teach right here in Avonlea. The trustees have
decided to give you the school.»
«Mrs. Lynde!» cried Anne, springing to her feet in her surprise. «Why, I thought they
had promised it to Gilbert Blythe!»
«So they did. But as soon as Gilbert heard that you had applied for it he went to them –
they had a business meeting at the school last night, you know – and told them that he
withdrew his application, and suggested that they accept yours. He said he was going to
teach at White Sands. Of course he knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla, and I
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must say I think it was real kind and thoughtful in him, that's what. Real self−sacrificing,
too, for he'll have his board to pay at White Sands, and everybody knows he's got to earn his
own way through college. So the trustees decided to take you. I was tickled to death when
Thomas came home and told me.»
«I don't feel that I ought to take it,» murmured Anne. «I mean – I don't think I ought to
let Gilbert make such a sacrifice for – for me.»
«I guess you can't prevent him now. He's signed papers with the White Sands trustees.
So it wouldn't do him any good now if you were to refuse. Of course you'll take the school.
You'll get along all right, now that there are no Pyes going. Josie was the last of them, and a
good thing she was, that's what. There's been some Pye or other going to Avonlea school for
the last twenty years, and I guess their mission in life was to keep school teachers reminded
that earth isn't their home. Bless my heart! What does all that winking and blinking at the
Barry gable mean?»
«Diana is signaling for me to go over,» laughed Anne. «You know we keep up the old
custom. Excuse me while I run over and see what she wants.»
Anne ran down the clover slope like a deer, and disappeared in the firry shadows of the
Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked after her indulgently.
«There's a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways.»
«There's a good deal more of the woman about her in others,» retorted Marilla, with a
momentary return of her old crispness.
But crispness was no longer Marilla's distinguishing characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told
her Thomas that night.
«Marilla Cuthbert has got MELLOW. That's what.»
Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next evening to put fresh flowers on
Matthew's grave and water the Scotch rosebush. She lingered there until dusk, liking the
peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly
speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it
and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset
and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight – «a haunt of ancient peace.» There
was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey−sweet fields of clover.
Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea,
misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft
mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all
thrilled Anne's heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it.
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«Dear old world,» she murmured, «you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in
you.»
Halfway down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a gate before the Blythe
homestead. It was Gilbert, and the whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted
his cap courteously, but he would have passed on in silence, if Anne had not stopped and
held out her hand.
«Gilbert,» she said, with scarlet cheeks, «I want to thank you for giving up the school
for me. It was very good of you – and I want you to know that I appreciate it.»
Gilbert took the offered hand eagerly.
«It wasn't particularly good of me at all, Anne. I was pleased to be able to do you some
small service. Are we going to be friends after this? Have you really forgiven me my old
fault?»
Anne laughed and tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand.
«I forgave you that day by the pond landing, although I didn't know it. What a stubborn
little goose I was. I've been – I may as well make a complete confession – I've been sorry
ever since.»
«We are going to be the best of friends,» said Gilbert, jubilantly. «We were born to be
good friends, Anne. You've thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each other in
many ways. You are going to keep up your studies, aren't you? So am I. Come, I'm going to
walk home with you.»
Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered the kitchen.
«Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?»
«Gilbert Blythe,» answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. «I met him on Barry's
hill.»
«I didn't think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you'd stand for half
an hour at the gate talking to him,» said Marilla with a dry smile.
«We haven't been – we've been good enemies. But we have decided that it will be much
more sensible to be good friends in the future. Were we really there half an hour? It seemed
just a few minutes. But, you see, we have five years' lost conversations to catch up with,
Marilla.»
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Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by a glad content. The wind
purred softly in the cherry boughs, and the mint breaths came up to her. The stars twinkled
over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana's light gleamed through the old gap.
Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from
Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet
happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and
congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her
ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!
«'God's in his heaven, all's right with the world,'» whispered Anne softly.
***
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Table of Content
CHAPTER I − Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised
CHAPTER II − Matthew Cuthbert is surprised
CHAPTER III − Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised
CHAPTER IV − Morning at Green Gables
CHAPTER V − Anne's History
CHAPTER VI − Marilla Makes Up Her Mind
CHAPTER VII − Anne Says Her Prayers
CHAPTER VIII − Anne's Bringing−up Is Begun
CHAPTER IX − Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified
CHAPTER X − Anne's Apology
CHAPTER XI − Anne's Impressions of Sunday−School
CHAPTER XII − A Solemn Vow and Promise
CHAPTER XIII − The Delights of Anticipation
CHAPTER XIV − Anne's Confession
CHAPTER XV − A Tempest in the School Teapot
CHAPTER XVI − Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results
CHAPTER XVII − A New Interest in Life
CHAPTER XVIII − Anne to the Rescue
CHAPTER XIX − A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession
CHAPTER XX − A Good Imagination Gone Wrong
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CHAPTER XXI − A New Departure in Flavorings
CHAPTER XXII − Anne is Invited Out to Tea
CHAPTER XXIII − Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor
CHAPTER XXIV − Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert
CHAPTER XXV − Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves
CHAPTER XXVI − The Story Club Is Formed
CHAPTER XXVII − Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
CHAPTER XXVIII − An Unfortunate Lily Maid
CHAPTER XXIX − An Epoch in Anne's Life
CHAPTER XXX − The Queens Class Is Organized
CHAPTER XXXI − Where the Brook and River Meet
CHAPTER XXXII − The Pass List Is Out
CHAPTER XXXIII − The Hotel Concert
CHAPTER XXXIV − A Queen's Girl
CHAPTER XXXV − The Winter at Queen's
CHAPTER XXXVI − The Glory and the Dream
CHAPTER XXXVII − The Reaper Whose Name Is Death
CHAPTER XXXVIII − The Bend in the road
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