en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter XXI
CHAPITRE XXI.


UN NOUVEAU GENRE DE SAVEUR.


— Pauvre de moi, le monde n'est que rencontres et séparations, comme le dit MMe Lynde, remarqua Anne d'un ton plaintif, posant son ardoise et ses livres sur la table de la cuisine le dernier jour de juin et essuyant ses yeux rouges avec un mouchoir tout trempé. N'est-ce pas une chance, Marilla, que j'aie pris un mouchoir supplémentaire pour aller à l'école aujourd'hui ? J'ai eu le pressentiment qu'il serait utile.

— Je ne pensais pas que tu appréciais tant M. Phillips que tu aurais besoin de deux mouchoirs pour sécher tes yeux parce qu'il s'en va, dit Marilla.

— Je ne crois pas avoir pleuré parce que je l'aimais beaucoup, répondit Anne. J'ai pleuré seulement parce que tout le monde pleurait. C'est Ruby Gillis qui a commencé. Ruby Gillis a toujours déclaré qu'elle détestait M. Phillips, mais dès qu'il a commencé son discours d'adieu, elle a fondu en larmes. Et puis toutes les filles se sont mises à pleurer les unes après les autres, j'ai essayé de me retenir, Marilla. J'ai essayé de me rappeler quand M. Phillips m'avait fait assoir à côté de Gil... d'un garçon ; et quand il écrivait mon nom au tableau sans le "e" ; et qu'il disait que j'étais le pire cancre qu'il ait jamais eu en géométrie et qu'il se moquait de mon orthographe orthographe ; et de toutes les fois où il avait été désagréable et sarcastique ; mais d'une certaine façon, je ne pouvais pas, Marilla, m'empêcher de pleurer moi aussi. Jane Andrews a raconté pendant des mois combien elle serait heureuse de voir M. Phillips s'en aller, et elle a déclaré qu'elle ne verserait pas une larme. Eh bien ce fut la pire d'entre nous et elle a dû emprunter un mouchoir à son frère — les garçons n'ont pas pleuré bien sûr — car elle n'avait pas apporté le sien, croyant ne pas en avoir besoin. Oh, Marilla, c'était bouleversant Le début du discours d'adieu de M. Phillips était si beau, " Le temps est venu de nous séparer " C'était si émouvant. Et il avait aussi la larme à l'œil, Marilla. Oh, je me suis sentie tellement désolée et emplie de remords pour toutes les fois où j'avais bavardé en classe, où je l'avais dessiné sur mon ardoise et où je m'étais moquée de lui et de Prissy. Je t'assure que j'aurais aimé être une élève modèle comme Minnie Andrews. Elle n'avait rien sur la conscience. Les filles ont pleuré tout au long du chemin du retour. Carrie Sloane répétait toutes les cinq minutes : « Le temps est venu de nous séparer », et nous recommencions à sangloter dès que nous étions sur le point de nous consoler. Je me sens affreusement triste, Marilla. Mais comment se sentir submergée par le désespoir à la veille de deux mois de vacances, Marilla ? Et en plus, nous avons rencontré le nouveau pasteur et son épouse qui venaient de la gare. Malgré tout le chagrin que j'éprouvais avec le départ de M. Phillips, je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de montrer un peu d'intérêt envers ce nouveau pasteur. Je n'aurais pas dû ? Son épouse est très jolie. Pas exactement magnifiquement belle, bien sûr... ce ne serait pas convenable pour un pasteur d'avoir une femme magnifiquement belle car cela pourrait donner le mauvais exemple. Mme Lynde dit que l'épouse du pasteur de Newbridge donne un très mauvais exemple en s'habillant tellement à la mode. L'épouse de notre nouveau pasteur était vêtue de mousseline bleue avec de jolies manches bouffantes et portait un chapeau garni de roses. Jane Andrews a déclaré qu'elle trouvait que les manches bouffantes étaient trop sophistiquées pour la femme d'un pasteur, mais je n'ai fait aucune remarque désagréable, Marilla, parce que je sais ce que c'est d'avoir envie de porter des manches bouffantes. D'ailleurs, elle n'est l'épouse du pasteur que depuis peu, on pourrait donc faire quelques concessions, non ? Ils vont s'installer chez Mme Lynde jusqu'à ce que le presbytère soit prêt.

Si ce soir-là, le but de la visite de Marilla à Mme Lynde était tout autre que celui de lui rendre les modèles de patchwork empruntés l'hiver dernier, ce n'était là qu'une petite faiblesse de sa part, partagée par la quasi totalité des habitants d'Avonlea. Beaucoup des choses que Mme Lynde avait prêtées, souvent sans espérer les revoir, lui furent rapportées ce soir-là. Un nouveau pasteur, et de plus un pasteur avec une femme, était un objet de curiosité légitime dans une petite colonie tranquille où les sensations étaient rares.

Le vieux M. Bentley, le pasteur qu'Anne avait trouvé manquant d'imagination, avait été pasteur d'Avonlea pendant dix-huit ans. Veuf à son arrivée, il le resta, bien que les mauvaises langues lui aient régulièrement accordé une épouse, tantôt celle-ci, tantôt celle-là, et ce tout au long des années de son ministère. Au mois de février précédent, il avait donné sa démission et était parti, regretté de ses paroissiens, dont la plupart, à force de le côtoyer, avaient appris à aimer leur bon vieux pasteur malgré ses piètres qualités d'orateur. Depuis cette date, l'église d'Avonlea avait connu une grande débauche de piété en écoutant les nombreux et divers candidats et autres « remplaçants » qui venaient prêcher à l'essai dimanche après dimanche. Ceux-ci réussissaient ou échouaient selon le jugement des anciens et des anciennes, gardiens de la foi ; mais une certaine petite jeune fille rousse qui se tenait docilement dans le coin du vieux banc des Cuthbert avait aussi son avis à leur sujet et en discutait avec Matthew ; Marilla refusant toujours par principe de critiquer les pasteurs de quelque façon que ce soit.

— Je ne pense pas que M. Smith aurait fait l'affaire, Matthew, résumait au final Anne. Mme Lynde a dit que son élocution était très indigente, mais je pense que sa pire faute a été exactement la même que celle de M. Bentley : il n'avait aucune imagination. Et M. Terry en avait trop ; il lui a laissé la bride sur le cou comme moi dans l'affaire du Bois hanté. D'ailleurs, Mme Lynde dit que sa maîtrise de la théologie laissait à désirer. M. Gresham était un homme très bon, très pieux, mais il a raconté trop d'histoires drôles et a fait rire les gens à l'église ; cela manquait de dignité, et on doit avoir de la dignité pour être pasteur, n'est-ce pas, Matthew ? J'ai trouvé que M. Marshall était très séduisant; mais Mme Lynde dit qu'il n'est pas marié, ni même fiancé ; elle a mené une enquête particulière à son sujet, et elle dit qu'il ne serait pas bon d'avoir un jeune pasteur célibataire à Avonlea, parce qu'il pourrait se marier dans notre congrégation et cela serait source de problèmes. Madame Lynde est une femme très clairvoyante, non, Matthew ? Je suis très contente qu'on ait choisi M. Allan. Je l'aimais bien parce que son sermon était intéressant, et qu'il priait en ayant l'air d'y croire, et pas comme s'il le faisait seulement par routine. Mme Lynde dit qu'il n'est pas parfait, mais elle dit qu'elle suppose qu'on ne peut pas espérer avoir un pasteur parfait pour sept-cent-cinquante dollars par an, et que de toutes façons ses connaissances en théologie sont correctes car elle l'a soigneusement interrogé sur tous les points de la doctrine . Elle connait aussi la famille de son épouse, ce sont des gens très respectables et les femmes sont de bonnes maitresses de maison . Mme Lynde dit qu'une bonne doctrine pour l'homme et de bonnes qualités de maitresse de maison pour la femme, font une combinaison idéale pour une famille de pasteur.

Le nouveau pasteur et sa femme formaient un jeune couple, charmant, encore en lune de miel et rempli de tous les bons et beaux enthousiasmes pour le mode de vie qu'ils avaient choisi. Dès le début, Avonlea leur ouvrit son cœur. Vieux et jeunes aimèrent le jeune homme franc et joyeux, aux grands idéaux, et la petite dame vive et douce qui assurait la gouvernance du presbytère. Rapidement et de toute son âme, Anne s'éprit de Mme Allan. Elle s'était découvert une nouvelle âme sœur.

— Madame Allan est parfaitement adorable, annonça-t-elle un dimanche après-midi. Elle a pris en charge notre classe et c'est un formidable professeur. Elle a dit d'emblée qu'elle ne pensait pas qu'il était juste que le professeur pose toutes les questions, et tu sais, Marilla, c'est exactement ce que j'ai toujours pensé. Elle a dit que nous pourrions lui poser toutes les questions que nous voulions, et je lui en ai posé énormément. Poser des questions, c'est mon fort, Marilla.

— Je te crois sans peine, répondit Marilla de façon lapidaire.

— Personne d'autre n'a posé de question sauf Ruby Gillis qui a demandé s'il y aurait cet été un pique-nique organisé par l'école du dimanche. Je ne pensais pas que c'était une question très appropriée car elle n'avait rien à voir avec la leçon, la leçon portait sur Daniel dans la fosse aux lions, mais Mme Allan a simplement souri et répondu qu'elle pensait que oui. Mme Allan a un sourire charmant et de délicieuses fossettes aux joues. Je rêverais d'avoir des fossettes, Marilla. Je suis beaucoup moins maigrichonne qu'à mon arrivée ici, mais je n'ai toujours pas de fossettes. Si j'en avais, je pourrais vraiment avoir de l'influence sur les gens. Mme Allan dit que nous devons toujours essayer de donner aux gens l'envie de faire le bien. Elle a parlé de tout si joliment. Jamais je n'avais imaginé que la religion pût être quelque chose de si radieux. J'ai toujours pensé que la religion était plutôt mélancolique, mais Mme Allan ne l'est pas et j'aimerais être une chrétienne si je pouvais l'être à son image. Je ne voudrais pas en être une dans le style du surintendant Bell.

— C'est très vilain de ta part de parler ainsi de M. Bell, reprocha Marilla. M. Bell est un très brave homme.

— Bien sûr qu'il est brave, reconnut Anne, mais il semble n'en tirer aucun réconfort. Si j'étais aussi bonne, je danserais et chanterais toute la journée car j'en serais heureuse. Je suppose que Mme Allan est trop âgée pour danser et chanter, et bien sûr, cela ne serait pas digne d'une épouse de pasteur. Mais je peux sentir qu'elle est heureuse d'être chrétienne et qu'elle le serait, même si cela ne lui garantissait pas d'aller au paradis.

— Je présume que nous allons devoir inviter M. et Mme Allan à prendre le thé un de ces jours, dit Marilla l'air pensif. Ils sont allés presque partout, sauf ici. Voyons voir. Mercredi prochain serait parfait pour les recevoir. Mais pas un mot à Matthew là-dessus, car s'il savait qu'ils viennent, il trouverait une excuse pour s'absenter ce jour-là. Il s'était habitué à M. Bentley et il ne se souciait pas de lui, mais il va avoir du mal à se familiariser avec un nouveau pasteur, et l'épouse d'un nouveau pasteur va le faire mourir de peur.

— Je serai muette comme une tombe, assura Anne. — Mais oh, Marilla, me laisses-tu préparer un gâteau pour l'occasion ? J'aimerais confectionner quelque chose pour Mme Allan, et tu sais que maintenant je peux faire un très bon gâteau.

— Tu pourras faire un gâteau à étages, promit Marilla.

Lundi et mardi les préparatifs allèrent bon train aux Pignons Verts. Avoir le pasteur et son épouse pour le thé était un engagement sérieux et important, et Marilla était déterminée à ne pas être éclipsée par les maîtresses de maison d'Avonlea. Anne était folle d'excitation et de bonheur. Elle en discuta avec Diana le mardi soir au coucher de soleil, assises sur les grosses pierres rouges du Bain des Dryades et dessinant des arcs-en-ciel sur l'eau avec de petites branches trempées dans de la résine de sapin.

Tout est prêt, Diana, sauf mon gâteau que je dois faire dans la matinée, et les scones que Marilla fera juste avant l'heure du thé. Je t'assure, Diana, que Marilla et moi avons travaillé d'arrache-pied pendant deux jours. C'est une telle responsabilité de recevoir une famille de pasteur pour prendre le thé. Je n'ai jamais vécu une telle expérience auparavant. Tu devrais voir notre garde-manger. Ça vaut le coup d'œil. Nous allons avoir du poulet en gelée et de la langue froide. Nous allons avoir deux sortes de gelée, de la rouge et de la jaune, ainsi que de la crème fouettée, de la tarte au citron, de la tarte aux cerises, trois sortes de biscuits, du gâteau aux fruits, les célèbres confitures de prunes jaunes de Marilla qu'elle réserve spécialement pour les pasteurs, du quatre-quarts et des gâteaux à étages, des biscuits comme je l'ai déjà dit ; du pain frais et du rassis, les deux, au cas où le pasteur soit dyspeptique et qu'il ne digère pas le frais. Mme Lynde dit que les pasteurs sont pour la plupart dyspeptiques, mais je ne pense pas que M. Allan soit pasteur depuis assez longtemps pour que cela ait eu un effet néfaste sur lui. J'ai des frissons quand je pense à mon gâteau à étages. Oh, Diana, et s'il n'était pas bon ! J'ai rêvé la nuit dernière que j'étais poursuivie partout par un affreux farfadet avec un gros gâteau à la place de la tête.

— Il sera excellent, parfait, assura Diana qui était de ces amies qui savent mettre en confiance. J'en suis certaine, la part de celui que tu as fait et que nous avons eu pour déjeuner au Havre Sauvage il y a deux semaines était absolument fabuleux.

— Oui mais les gâteaux ont la terrible habitude d'être ratés, tout spécialement lorsque l'on a envie qu'ils soient bons, soupira Anne en mettant une brindille particulière parfumée dans l'eau. Cependant, je suppose qu'il me faut juste faire confiance à la providence et faire attention en incorporant la farine. Oh, regarde Diana, quel ravissant arc-en-ciel ! Penses-tu que la dryade va sortir une fois que nous serons parties pour s'en faire une écharpe ?

— Tu sais que les dryades n'existent pas, dit Diana. Diana avait appris à propos du Bois Hanté et elle en avait été résolument furieuse. Diana s'était donc abstenue de tout nouvel élan d'imagination et elle ne pensait pas prudent d'entretenir un état de croyance, même en ce qui concerne des dryades inoffensives.

— Mais il est si facile d'imaginer qu'elles existent, dit Anne. Toutes les nuits, avant d'aller au lit, je regarde par la fenêtre et je me demande si une dryade est réellement assise là, peignant ses boucles avec la source pour miroir. Parfois, je cherche ses empreintes dans la rosée du matin. Oh, Diana, ne perds pas foi dans la dryade !

Mercredi matin arriva. Anne se leva avec le jour car, trop excitée pour dormir. Elle avait attrapé un gros rhume de cerveau à cause de son barbotage dans la source la veille au soir ; mais rien de moins qu'une véritable pneumonie n'aurait pu amoindrir son intérêt pour les questions culinaires ce matin-là. Après le petit déjeuner, elle commenca à faire son gâteau. Quand elle ferma enfin la porte du four, elle prit une longue inspiration.

— Je suis sûre de ne rien avoir oublié cette fois, Marilla. Mais crois-tu qu'il va lever ? Imagine que la levure ne soit pas bonne ? J'ai utilisé celle de la nouvelle boite. Et Mme Lynde dit qu'on ne peut jamais être sûr d'obtenir une bonne poudre à lever de nos jours quand tout est si dénaturé. Mme Lynde dit que le gouvernement devrait prendre les choses en main, mais elle dit que nous ne verrons jamais le jour où un gouvernement conservateur le fera. Marilla, et si ce gâteau ne gonfle pas ?

— Nous en aurons suffisamment à manger sans celui-là, déclara Marilla d'une manière impassible vis-à-vis du sujet en question.

Cependant, le gâteau leva, et sortit du four léger et moelleux comme une mousse dorée. Anne, rouge de plaisir, le garnit avec des couches de gelée couleur rubis et, dans son imagination, se figura Mme Allan le mangeant et pourquoi pas en demander une autre part !

— Tu vas utiliser le plus beau service à thé, bien entendu, Marilla, dit-elle. Puis-je décorer la table avec des fougères et des roses sauvages ?

— Je pense que c'est ridicule, renifla Marilla. De mon point de vue, ce sont les mets qui importent et pas décorations frivoles.

Mme Barry avait sa table décorée, déclara Anne, qui n'était pas entièrement dépourvue de la ruse du serpent, et le pasteur lui a fait un compliment élégant. Il a dit que c'était un régal pour les yeux et le palais.

— Bon, fais comme tu veux, dit Marilla, qui était bien décidée à ne pas être supplantée par Mme Barry ou quelqu'un d'autre. Pense juste à laisser assez de place pour la vaisselle et la nourriture.

Anne entreprit de décorer la table dans un style et avec un talent qui devraient laisser Mme Barry loin derrière. Grâce à l'abondance de roses et de fougères et un véritable sens artistique inné, elle fit de cette table à thé une telle merveille que lorsque le pasteur et sa femme s'y assirent, ils s'extasièrent en chœur sur sa splendeur.

— C'est l'œuvre d'Anne, déclara Marilla sans entrain, et Anne ressentit le sourire approbateur de Mme Allan comme presque trop de bonheur en ce bas-monde.

Matthew était là, ayant été entraîné, Dieu seul et Anne savaient comment, à participer à cette petite réception. Il avait été si intimidé et dans un tel état de nervosité que Marilla, désespérée, avait laissé tomber, mais Anne s'était occupée de lui avec un tel talent qu'il était maintenant assis à table portant un col blanc et ses plus beaux vêtements et tenait au pasteur des propos loin d'être inintéressants. Il n'adressa pas le moindre mot à Mme Allan, mais sans doute cela était-il à prévoir.

Tout allait pour le mieux dans le meilleur des mondes lorsque la gâteau d'Anne fut servi. Mme Allan, qui avait déjà été servie d'un tas de choses, en déclina l'offre. Mais Marilla, en lisant la déception sur le visage d'Anne, dit en souriant: — Oh, vous en prendrez bien un morceau, Mme Allan. Anne l'a fait à votre intention.

— Dans ce cas, je vais en prendre un peu, sourit Mme Allan en se servant une bonne portion, ce que firent aussi le pasteur et Marilla.

Mme Allan en prit une grosse bouchée, et une drôle d'expression passa sur son visage, mais toutefois sans dire un mot, elle continua avec constance à le manger. Marilla vit son expression et se dépêcha de goûter le gâteau.

— Anne Shirly ! s'écria-t-elle, que diable as-tu donc mis dans ton gâteau ?

— Rien d'autre que ce qu'il y avait dans la recette, répondit Anne l'air angoissé. Oh, quelque chose ne va pas ?

— Parfait ! C'est parfaitement horrible. Mme Allan, n'essayez pas de le manger. Anne, goûtez-le toi-même. Quel arôme avez-vous utilisé ?

— Vanille, dit Anne, rouge de honte avec mortification après avoir goûté le gâteau. — Juste de la vanille. Oh, Marilla, ça devait être de la levure chimique. J'avais quelques doutes sur cette lev...levure. — Va me chercher la bouteille de vanille que tu as utilisée.

Anne vola jusqu'à l'office et revint avec une petite bouteille remplie partiellement d'un liquide brunâtre avec une étiquette jaune " Meilleure vanille ".

Marilla la prit, la déboucha, la renifla.

Oh mon Dieu, Anne, tu as parfumé ce gâteau avec un banal liniment. J'ai cassé le flacon de liniment la semaine dernière et versé ce qui restait dans un vieux flacon de vanille. Je suppose que c'est en partie de ma faute— j'aurais dû te prévenir —mais bon sang, pourquoi ne l'as-tu pas senti ?

Anne fondit en larmes sous l'effet de cette double honte.

— Je n'ai pas pu — j'étais tellement enrhumée ! et là dessus, elle fila à la chambre du pignon, où elle se jeta sur le lit et se mit à pleurer comme quelqu'un d'inconsolable.

A ce moment, on entendit un pas léger dans l'escalier et quelqu'un entra dans la chambre.

— Oh, Marilla, sanglota Anne sans lever les yeux, je suis maudite pour toujours. Je vais mourir de honte. Ça se saura—tout finit toujours par se savoir à Avonlea. Diana me demandera comment s'est déroulé mon gâteau et je devrai lui dire la vérité. Je serai toujours désignée comme la fille qui a aromatisé un gâteau avec un banal liniment. Gil... les garçons de l'école en feront d'infinies gorges chaudes. Oh Marilla, si tu as un soupçon de charité chrétienne, ne me dis pas, après tout ceci, que je dois descendre et faire la vaisselle. Je la ferai quand le pasteur et son épouse seront partis, car je ne pourrai plus jamais regarder Mme Allan en face. Elle va peut-être penser que j'ai voulu l'empoisonner. Mme Lynde m'a dit qu'elle connaissait une petite orpheline qui avait voulu empoisonner sa bienfaitrice. Mais ce liniment n'est pas nocif. Il peut être ingéré... bien sûr pas dans des gâteaux. Peux-tu l'expliquer à Mme Allan, Marilla ?

— Et si tu te levais et le lui disais toi-même, dit une voix enjouée.

Anne sursauta en voyant Mme Allan à côté de son lit, la scrutant avec des yeux rieurs.

—Ma chère petite, tu ne devrais pas pleurer comme ça, dit-elle, véritablement troublée par le visage tragique d'Anne. — Eh bien, c'est juste une erreur stupide que n'importe qui pourrait commettre.

— Oh, non, c'est seulement à moi que ça arrive de faire de telles erreurs, dit Anne mélancoliquement. — Et moi qui voulais que ce gâteau si bon pour vous, Mme Allan.

— Oui, je le sais, ma petite chérie. Et je t'assure que j'apprécie autant ta gentillesse et ta prévenance que si cela avait été réussi. Maintenant, tu ne dois plus pleurer, mais viens avec moi et montre-moi ton jardin. Mlle Cuthbert m'a dit que tu as ta propre parcelle. J'aimerais le voir, car les fleurs m'intéressent beaucoup.

Anne se laissa conduire et consoler, pensant que c'était vraiment une chance que Mme Allan soit une âme sœur. On ne parla plus du gâteau au liniment, et lorsque les invités partirent, Anne a constata qu'elle avait apprécié la soirée plus qu'elle ne pouvait s'y attendre, compte tenu de ce terrible incident. Cependant elle soupira profondément.

— Marilla, n'est-ce pas merveilleux de penser que demain sera encore un jour nouveau sans aucune sottise ?

— Je parie que tu en feras beaucoup, dit Marilla. Tu n'as pas ton pareil pour faire des sottises, Anne.

— Oui, et je ne le sais que trop bien, admit Anne lugubrement. Mais as-tu déjà remarqué une chose encourageante me concernant, Marilla ? Je ne fais jamais la même erreur deux fois.

— Je ne sais pas si c'est un avantage quand tu en fais toujours de nouvelles.

— Oh, ne vois-tu pas, Marilla ? Il doit y avoir une limite aux erreurs qu'une personne peut commettre, et quand je l'atteindrai, alors j'en aurai fini avec les sottises. C'est une pensée très réconfortante.

— Allons, tu ferais mieux d'apporter ce gâteau aux cochons, dit Marilla. Aucun humain ne pourra le manger, pas même Jerry Buote.
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CHAPTER XXI.
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A NEW DEPARTURE IN FLAVOURINGS.
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"Wasn't it fortunate, Marilla, that I took an extra handkerchief to school to-day?
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I had a presentiment that it would be needed."
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"I don't think I was crying because I was really so very fond of him," reflected Anne.
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"I just cried because all the others did.
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It was Ruby Gillis started it.
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Then all the girls began to cry, one after the other, I tried to hold out, Marilla.
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Oh, Marilla, it was heartrending.
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It was very affecting.
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And he had tears in his eyes too, Marilla.
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I can tell you I wished I'd been a model pupil like Minnie Andrews.
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She hadn't anything on her conscience.
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The girls cried all the way home from school.
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I do feel dreadfully sad, Marilla.
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And besides, we met the new minister and his wife coming from the station.
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His wife is very pretty.
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They are going to board with Mrs. Lynde until the manse is ready."
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"I don't think Mr. Smith would have done, Matthew," was Anne's final summing up.
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Besides, Mrs. Lynde says his theology wasn't sound.
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Mrs. Lynde is a very far-seeing woman, isn't she, Matthew?
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I'm very glad they've called Mr. Allan.
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Avonlea opened its heart to them from the start.
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With Mrs. Allan Anne fell promptly and whole-heartedly in love.
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She had discovered another kindred spirit.
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"Mrs. Allan is perfectly lovely," she announced one Sunday afternoon.
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"She's taken our class and she's a splendid teacher.
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She said we could ask her any question we liked, and I asked ever so many.
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I'm good at asking questions, Marilla."
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"I believe you," was Marilla's emphatic comment.
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Mrs. Allan has a lovely smile; she has such exquisite dimples in her cheeks.
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I wish I had dimples in my cheeks, Marilla.
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I'm not half so skinny as I was when I came here, but I have no dimples yet.
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If I had perhaps I could influence people for good.
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Mrs. Allan said we ought always to try to influence other people for good.
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She talked so nice about everything.
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I never knew before that religion was such a cheerful thing.
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I wouldn't want to be one like Mr.
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Superintendent Bell."
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"It's very naughty of you to speak so about Mr. Bell," said Marilla severely.
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"Mr. Bell is a real good man."
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If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it.
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"They've been most everywhere but here.
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Let me see.
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Next Wednesday would be a good time to have them.
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"I'll be as secret as the dead," assured Anne.
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"But oh, Marilla, will you let me make a cake for the occasion?
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"You can make a layer cake," promised Marilla.
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Monday and Tuesday great preparations went on at Green Gables.
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Anne was wild with excitement and delight.
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I assure you, Diana, that Marilla and I have had a busy two days of it.
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It's such a responsibility having a minister's family to tea.
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I never went through such an experience before.
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You should just see our pantry.
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It's a sight to behold.
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We're going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue.
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I just grow cold when I think of my layer cake.
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Oh, Diana, what if it shouldn't be good!
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"It'll be good, all right," assured Diana, who was a very comfortable sort of friend.
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Oh, look, Diana, what a lovely rainbow!
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Do you suppose the dryad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf?"
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"You know there is no such thing as a dryad," said Diana.
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"But it's so easy to imagine there is," said Anne.
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Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning.
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Oh, Diana, don't give up your faith in the dryad!"
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Wednesday morning came.
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Anne got up at sunrise because she was too excited to sleep.
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After breakfast she proceeded to make her cake.
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When she finally shut the oven door upon it she drew a long breath.
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"I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything this time, Marilla.
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But do you think it will rise?
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Just suppose perhaps the baking-powder isn't good?
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I used it out of the new can.
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Marilla, what if that cake doesn't rise?"
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"You'll be using the best tea-set, of course, Marilla," she said.
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"Can I fix up the table with ferns and wild roses?"
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"I think that's all nonsense," sniffed Marilla.
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"In my opinion it's the eatables that matter and not flummery decorations."
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He said it was a feast for the eye as well as the palate."
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Only mind you leave enough room for the dishes and the food."
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He never said a word to Mrs. Allan, but that perhaps was not to be expected.
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All went merry as a marriage bell until Anne's layer cake was passed.
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Mrs. Allan, having already been helped to a bewildering variety, declined it.
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Anne made it on purpose for you."
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Marilla saw the expression and hastened to taste the cake.
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"Anne Shirley!"
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she exclaimed, "what on earth did you put into that cake?"
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"Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla," cried Anne with a look of anguish.
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"Oh, isn't it all right?"
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"All right!
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It's simply horrible.
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Mrs. Allan, don't try to eat it.
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Anne, taste it yourself.
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What flavouring did you use?"
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"Vanilla," said Anne, her face scarlet with mortification after tasting the cake.
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"Only vanilla.
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Oh, Marilla, it must have been the baking-powder.
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I had my suspicions of that bak—" "Baking-powder fiddlesticks!
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Go and bring me the bottle of vanilla you used."
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Marilla took it, uncorked it, smelled it.
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"Mercy on us, Anne, you've flavoured that cake with anodyne liniment.
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Anne dissolved into tears under this double disgrace.
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"I couldn't—I had such a cold!"
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Presently a light step sounded on the stairs and somebody entered the room.
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"Oh, Marilla," sobbed Anne without looking up, "I'm disgraced for ever.
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I shall never be able to live this down.
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It will get out—things always do get out in Avonlea.
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Diana will ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth.
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I shall always be pointed at as the girl who flavoured a cake with anodyne liniment.
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Gil—the boys in school will never get over laughing at it.
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Perhaps she'll think I tried to poison her.
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Mrs. Lynde says she knows an orphan girl who tried to poison her benefactor.
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But the liniment isn't poisonous.
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It's meant to be taken internally—although not in cakes.
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Won't you tell Mrs. Allan so, Marilla?"
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Suppose you jump up and tell her so yourself," said a merry voice.
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"Why, it's all just a funny mistake that anybody might make."
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"Oh, no, it takes me to make such a mistake," said Anne forlornly.
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"And I wanted to have that cake so nice for you, Mrs.
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Allan."
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"Yes, I know, dear.
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Now, you mustn't cry any more, but come down with me and show me your flower garden.
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Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all your own.
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I want to see it, for I'm very much interested in flowers."
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Nevertheless she sighed deeply.
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"I'll warrant you'll make plenty in it," said Marilla.
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"I never saw your beat for making mistakes, Anne."
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"Yes, and well I know it," admitted Anne mournfully.
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"But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla?
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I never make the same mistake twice."
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"I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones."
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"Oh, don't you see, Marilla?
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That's a very comforting thought."
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"Well, you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs," said Marilla.
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"It isn't fit for any human to eat, not even Jerry Buote."
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gaelle044 • 5125  commented  6 months, 1 week ago

Update: Thank to Gaby and her watching the movie, we now know that:
1. Anne only use the formal form ("vous") at the start, but later (we agreed for Chapter XI) she will say "tu" to Marilla and Matthew, and the formal form with everybody else but her classmates. Marilla and Rachel are friends and they use "tu".
2. She likes overstatements and superlatives.
3. We need to translate "green gables" by "les pignons verts" as it is done in the movie.
by gaelle044 2 weeks ago

Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century. It recounts the adventures of Anne Shirley, an 11-year-old orphan girl who is mistakenly sent to Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, a middle-aged brother and sister who had intended to adopt a boy to help them on their farm in Prince Edward Island. The novel recounts how Anne makes her way with the Cuthberts, in school, and within the town. Since publication, Anne of Green Gables has sold more than 50 million copies and has been translated into 20 languages. It has been adapted as film, made-for-television movies, and animated and live-action television series. — Excerpted from Anne of Green Gables (1908) on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Anne_of_Green_Gables_(1908)

by gaelle044 6 months, 1 week ago

CHAPTER XXI.

A NEW DEPARTURE IN FLAVOURINGS.

"Dear me, there is nothing but meetings and partings in this world, as Mrs. Lynde says," remarked Anne plaintively, 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 to-day? 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 Gil— with a boy; and the time he spelled my name without an e on the black-board; and how he said I was the worst dunce he ever saw at geometry and laughed at my spelling; and all the times he had 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 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. Oh, Marilla, it was heartrending. Mr. Phillips made such a beautiful farewell speech beginning, 'The time has come for us to part.' It was very affecting. And he had tears in his eyes too, Marilla. Oh, 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 wished 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 Sloane 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 a minister to have a regally lovely wife, because it might set a bad example. Mrs. Lynde says 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 puffed sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses. Jane Andrews said she thought puffed 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 to long for puffed sleeves. Besides, she's only been a minister's wife for a little while, so one should make allowances, shouldn't they? They are 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 quilting-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 quiet 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 born of long intercourse for their good old minister in spite of his shortcomings as an orator. 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. These 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 criticize ministers in any shape or form.

"I don't think Mr. Smith would have done, Matthew," was Anne's final summing up. "Mrs. Lynde says 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. Lynde says 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. Lynde says he isn't married, or even engaged, because she made special inquiries about him, and she says it would never do to have a young unmarried minister in Avonlea, because he might marry in the congregation and that would make trouble. Mrs. Lynde 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. Lynde says he isn't perfect, but she says she supposes we couldn't expect a perfect minister for seven hundred and fifty dollars 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 are most respectable and the women are all good housekeepers. Mrs. Lynde 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 in 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 little lady who assumed the mistressship of the manse. With Mrs. Allan Anne fell promptly and whole-heartedly in love. She had discovered another kindred spirit.

"Mrs. Allan 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 ever so many. I'm good at asking questions, Marilla."

"I believe you," was Marilla's emphatic comment.

Nobody else asked any except Ruby Gillis, 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 lions' 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 talked 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'd 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 all over with Diana Tuesday night in the twilight, as they sat on the big red stones by the Dryad's 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 just see our pantry. It's a sight to behold. We're going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue. We're 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 as aforesaid; and new bread and old both, in case the minister is dyspeptic and can't eat new. Mrs. Lynde says ministers mostly are dyspeptic, but I don't think Mr. Allan 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 that 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 that 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 to Providence and be careful to put in the flour. Oh, look, Diana, what a lovely rainbow! Do you suppose the dryad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf?"

"You know there is no such thing as a dryad," 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 dryads.

"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 dryad is really sitting here, 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 dryad!"

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. Lynde says you can never be sure of getting good baking-powder nowadays when everything is so adulterated. Mrs. Lynde says 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," was 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 golden foam. Anne, flushed with delight, clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly and, in imagination, saw Mrs. Allan eating it and possibly asking for another piece!

"You'll be using the best tea-set, of course, Marilla," she said. "Can I fix up 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 should leave Mrs. Barry's nowhere. 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. Allan's approving smile was almost too much happiness for this world.

Matthew was there, having been inveigled 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. Allan, but that perhaps was not to be expected.

All went merry as a marriage bell until Anne's layer cake was passed. Mrs. Allan, 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. Allan. Anne made it on purpose for you."

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

Mrs. Allan took a mouthful of hers and a most peculiar expression crossed her face; not a word did she say, however, but steadily ate away at it. Marilla saw the expression and hastened to taste the cake.

"Anne Shirley!" she exclaimed, "what on earth did you put into that cake?"

"Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla," cried Anne with a look of anguish. "Oh, isn't it all right?"

"All right! It's simply horrible. Mrs. Allan, 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 bak—"

"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've flavoured that cake with anodyne 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 for ever. I shall never be able to live this down. It will get out—things always do get out in Avonlea. Diana will ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth. I shall always be pointed at as the girl who flavoured a cake with anodyne 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 that 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. Allan in the face again. Perhaps she'll think I tried to poison her. Mrs. Lynde says 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. Allan so, Marilla?"

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

Anne flew up, to find Mrs. Allan 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 anybody 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. Allan."

"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 any more, but come down with me and show me your flower garden. Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all 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. Allan was a kindred spirit. Nothing more was said about the liniment cake, and when the guests went away Anne found that she had enjoyed the evening more than could have been expected, considering that terrible incident. Nevertheless she sighed deeply.

"Marilla, isn't it nice to think that to-morrow 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 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 Buote."