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
physicalculture 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
physicalculture 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
takinggraciously 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 under
taking 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.' 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