"So you've got back?" said Marilla, folding up her
knitting.
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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."
CHAPTER XXX
The Queens Class Is Organized
Marilla 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
unconsciouspenance 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
distinctlylacking 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. 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