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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 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 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 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.' 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






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