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?
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
crochetstitch 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."
CHAPTER XIX
A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession
"MARILLA, can I go over to see Diana just for a minute?" asked
Anne,
runningbreathlessly down from the east gable one February