21 Anne Of Green Gables - Stephanie Poppins

When Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert adopt an orphan from Nova Scotia, they assume the little boy that they receive into their home will be better than any hired help, and a good hand on the farm. Little do they realize, they are in for a greater surprise than any they have ever experienced in the quiet provincial town of Avonlea.

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This is S.

D.

Hudson Magic.

I am delighted to be able to read for you.

Anne of Green Gables.

This I consider to be my favourite story of all time.

And even though I am English and not Canadian,

I hope I will do this story justice.

Chapter 21 Dear me,

There is nothing but meetings and partings in this world,

As Mrs.

Lynn said,

Remarked Anne plaintatively,

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 Gill with a boy and the time he spelled my name without an A 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'd 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 even 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.

Mr.

Phillips made such a beautiful farewell speech,

Beginning with,

The time has come for us to part.

It was very affecting.

And he had tears in his eyes too,

Marilla.

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 wish 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 Sloan 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 the minister to have a regally lovely wife,

Because it might set a bad example.

Mrs.

Lynde said 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 puff sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses.

Jane Andrews said she thought puff 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 like to long for puff sleeves.

Besides,

She's only been a minister's wife for a little while,

So one should make allowances,

Shouldn't they?

They're 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 quilted 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 quite 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 borne of long intercourse for their good old minister in spite of his shortcomings as a narrator.

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.

He 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 criticise ministers in any shape or form.

I don't think Mr Smith would have done,

Matthew,

Was Anne's final summing up.

Mrs Linn said 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 Linn said that 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 Linn said he isn't married or even engaged because she made special enquiries about him and she says it would never do to have a young unmarried minister in Avonlea because he might marry in a congregation and that would make trouble.

Mrs Linn is a very far-seeing 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 Linn said he isn't perfect,

But she supposes we couldn't expect a perfect minister for $750 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're most respectable and the women are all good housekeepers.

Mrs Linn says that sound doctrine in the man and good housekeeping in the woman make an ideal combination for a minister's 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 life work.

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 lady who assumed the mistresship of the manse.

With Mrs Allan,

Anne fell promptly and wholeheartedly in love.

She had discovered another kindred spirit.

Mrs Anne 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 her ever so many.

I'm good at asking questions Marilla.

I believe you,

Was Marilla's emphatic comment.

Nobody else asked any except Ruby Gillies 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 lion's 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 talks 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 some day 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's 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 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 over with Diana Tuesday night in the twilight as they sat on the big red stones by the Dryads 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 tea time.

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 see our pantry.

It's a sight to behold.

We're going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue.

We're going 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 are foresaid and new bread and old both just in case the minister's dyspeptic and can't eat new.

Mrs.

Lean said ministers are dyspeptic but I don't think Mr.

Allen 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 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 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 a providence and be careful to put in the flour.

Oh look Diana what a lovely rainbow.

Do you suppose the triad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf?

You know there's no such thing as a triad 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 triads.

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 triad is really sitting there 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 triad.

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 Lynn says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays when everything is so adulterated.

Mrs Lynn said 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 is 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 gold and foam.

Anne flush with delight clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly and in imagination saw Mrs Allen 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 she believed Mrs Barry's know where.

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 its loveliness.

It's Anne's doings said Marilla grimly just and Anne felt that Mrs Allen's approving smile was almost too much happiness for this world.

Matthew was there having been unveiled 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 Allen but that perhaps was not to be expected.

All went as merry as a marriage bell until Anne's layer cake was passed.

Mrs Allen 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 Allen.

Anne made it on purpose for you.

In that case I must sample it laughed Mrs Allen helping herself to a plump triangle as did also the minister and Marilla.

Mrs Allen took a mouthful of hers and a most peculiar expression crossed her face.

Not a word did she say however but steadily ate away.

Marilla saw the expression and hastened to taste the cake and surely she exclaimed what on earth did you put in that cake?

Nothing but what the recipe said Marilla cried Anne with a look of anguish.

Isn't it all right?

All right it's simply horrible Mr Allen don't try to eat it.

Anne taste it yourself.

What flavouring 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 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 labelled yellowly best vanilla.

Marilla took it uncorked it smelled it.

Mercy on us Anne you flavoured that cake with adenine liniment.

I broke the liniment bottle last week and poured what was left into an old empty vanilla bottle.

I 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 heavenly.

Diana will ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth.

I shall always be pointed out as the girl who flavoured a cake with adenine 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 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 Allen in the face again.

Perhaps she'll think I tried to poison her.

Mrs Lynn said 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 Allen so Marilla?

Suppose you jump up and tell her so yourself said a merry voice.

Anne flew up to find Mrs Allen standing by her bed surveying her with laughing eyes.

My dear little girl you mustn't cry like this she said genuinely disturbed by Anne's tragic face.

Why it's all just a funny mistake that anyone 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 Allen.

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 anymore but come down with me and show me your flower garden.

Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all of 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 Allen was a kindred spirit.

Nothing more was said about the liniment cake and when the guests went away Anne found she had enjoyed the evening more than could have been expected considering the terrible incident.

Nevertheless she sighed deeply.

Marilla isn't it nice to think tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

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 all 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 Butte.

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