en-fr  Anne of Green Gables /Chapter XXVI Medium
CHAPITRE XXVI.


LE CLUB D’ÉCRITURE EST CRÉÉ.


La jeunesse d'Avonlea trouva bien difficile de retourner au train-train quotidien. Pour Anne en particulier, tout semblait terriblement ennuyeux, terne et sans intérêt après la coupe qu'elle avait sirotée pendant des semaines. Pourrait-elle revenir aux anciens plaisirs tranquilles de ces jours lointains avant le spectacle ? Au début, comme elle l'avait dit à Diana, elle ne pensait pas vraiment qu'elle le pourrait.

— Je suis convaincue, Diana, que la vie ne peut plus être la même que par le passé, dit-elle tristement, comme si elle évoquait une époque remontant à au moins cinquante ans. Peut-être vais-je m'habituer après un certain temps, mais je crains que les spectacles ne gâchent le quotidien des gens. Je suppose que c'est pourquoi Marilla les désapprouve. Marilla est une femme tellement raisonnable. Ce doit être bien mieux d'être raisonnable, et pourtant, je ne pense pas avoir vraiment envie d'être une personne raisonnable car elles sont si peu romantiques. Mme Lynde dit que je ne cours aucun risque d'en devenir une un jour, mais on ne sait jamais. J'ai à l'instant le sentiment que je pourrais en grandissant devenir raisonnable. Mais c'est sans doute parce que je suis fatiguée. Je n'ai tout simplement pas fermé l’œil de la nuit. Je suis restée éveillée à repenser sans cesse au spectacle. C'est ce qu'il y a d'épatant avec de tels évènements... c'est si délicieux d'y repenser.

Finalement, cependant, l'école d'Avonlea reprit son ancienne routine et retrouva ses intérêts d’antan. Il est certain que le spectacle laissa des traces. Ruby Gillis et Emma White qui s'étaient querellées pour une question de priorité à propos de leurs sièges de tribune, n'étaient plus assises au même pupitre, et leur amitié jurée de trois années fut brisée. Josie Pye et Julia Bell ne s'adressèrent pas la parole pendant pendant trois mois car Josie Pye avait dit à Bessie Wright que la révérence de Julia Bell, quand elle se levait pour dire son texte, lui faisait penser à un poulet qui avance la tête, et Bessie l'avait dit à Julia. Aucun Sloane ne voulait avoir à faire avec les Bell parce que les les Bell avaient déclaré que les Sloane occupaient une part trop importante dans le programme, et les Sloane avaient rétorqué que les Bell étaient incapables d'effectuer le peu qu'ils avaient à faire d'une manière correcte. Enfin, Charlie Sloane s'était battu avec Moody Spurgeon MacPherson car Moody Spurgeon avait dit que Anne Shirley prenait des grands airs quand elle récitait, et Moody Spurgeon avait pris une raclée ; pour cette raison, la soeur de Moody Spurgeon, Ella May, n'adressa pas la parole à Anne Shirley durant le reste de l'hiver. À l'exception de ces légers désaccords, le travail reprit avec régularité et harmonie, dans le petit monde de Mlle Stacy.

Les semaines d'hiver s'écoulèrent. L'hiver était inhabituellement doux, et la neige si rare qu'Anne et Diana pouvaient aller à l'école en empruntant le Chemin des Bouleaux presque chaque jour. Le jour de l'anniversaire d'Anne, elles trottinaient le cœur léger, gardant les yeux et les oreilles en alerte malgré tous leurs bavardages, car Mlle Stacy leur avait annoncé qu'elles devaient bientôt écrire une composition sur le thème « Une marche hivernale dans les bois » et qu'il leur fallait être observatrices. .

— Tu imagines, Diana, j'ai treize ans aujourd'hui, fit remarquer Anne d'une voix émue. J'ai peine à réaliser que j'entre dans l'adolescence. Quand je me suis réveillée ce matin, il m'a semblé que tout devait être différent. Tu as treize ans depuis un mois, donc j'imagine que cela ne te semble pas aussi nouveau que pour moi. Ça rend la vie tellement plus intéressante. Dans deux ans, je serai vraiment une grande personne. C'est très réconfortant de penser que je pourrai utiliser de grands mots sans que l'on se moque de moi.

— Ruby Gillis dit qu'elle veut avoir un fiancé dès ses quinze ans, déclara Diana.

— Ruby Gillis ne pense qu'aux soupirants, dit Anne avec dédain. — Elle est vraiment ravie quand quelqu'un écrit son nom sur un papier et le placarde aux yeux de tous alors qu'elle prétend en être extrêmement fâchée. Mais j'ai bien peur que mes paroles ne soient pas très charitables. Mme Allan dit que nous ne devrions jamais prononcer de paroles qui ne soient pas charitables, mais elles nous viennent si souvent avant qu'on ait eu le temps de penser, tu ne crois pas ? Je ne peux tout simplement pas parler de Josie Pye sans avoir des mots qui ne soient pas charitables ; du coup; je ne fais jamais, jamais, allusion à elle. Tu l'as sans doute remarqué. J'essaie de ressembler à Mme Allan autant que possible, car je pense qu'elle est parfaite. Monsieur Allan le pense également. Mme Lynde dit qu'il vénère le sol sur laquel elle marche et qu'elle ne pense pas que ce soit très approprié pour un pasteur d'être si attaché à une simple mortelle. Pourtant, Diana, même les pasteurs sont des êtres humains et ont eux aussi leurs défauts comme tout le monde. J'ai eu une conversation si intéressante avec Mme Allan au sujet des péchés qui pèsent dimanche après-midi. Il y a peu choses dont il est convenable de parler le dimanche et c'est l'une d'entre elles. Mon défaut à moi, c'est d'avoir trop d'imagination et d'en oublier mes corvées. Je fais beaucoup d'efforts pour m'en débarrasser et maintenant que j'ai treize ans, je réussirai peut-être mieux.

— Dans quatre ans, nous pourrrons relever nos cheveux, déclara Diana. Alice Bell n'a que seize ans et elle les porte relevés, mais je trouve que c'est ridicule, moi, j'attendrai jusqu'à dix-sept ans.

Si j'avais le nez de traviole d'Alice Bell, dit Anne avec fermeté, je ne ferais pas... mais bon ! Je ne vais pas dire ce que j'allais sortir, ce n'était vraiment pas charitable. En plus, je le comparais à mon propre nez et c'était de la coquetterie. J'ai peur de trop penser à mon nez depuis qu'on m'en a fait ce compliment il y a longtemps. C'est vraiment gentil de me rassurer. Oh Diana, regarde, il y a un lapin. Cela fera quelque chose à mettre dans ta composition sur les bois. Je crois vraiment que les bois sont aussi agréables l'hiver que l'été. Ils sont si blancs et immobiles, comme s'ils dormaient en faisant de beaux rêves.

— Je n'aurai pas le cœur à écrire cette composition le temps venu, soupira Diana Je peux arriver à écrire sur les bois, celui auprès duquel nous passons le lundi est terrible. Quelle idée de Mlle Stacy de nous dire d'écrire une histoire que nous n'avons pas en tête !

— C'est simple comme bonjour, dit Anne.

— C'est facile pour toi parce que tu as de l'imagination, rétorqua Diana, mais que ferais-tu si tu étais née sans ? Je suppose que tu as entièrement fini ta composition ?

Anne acquiesça, s'efforçant de dissimuler sa satisfaction sans y parvenir le moins du monde.

— Je l'ai écrite lundi soir dernier. Ça s'appelle « La rivale jalouse » ou « Unis dans la mort ». Je l'ai lue à Marilla qui a dit que c'était un tissu d'absurdités. Puis je l'ai lue à Matthew qui a dit que c'était très bien. C'est le genre de critique que j'aime. C'est une histoire triste et tendre. Je pleurais vraiment comme un enfant en l'écrivant. C'est l'histoire de deux belles jeunes filles qui s'appellent Cordelia Montmorency et Géraldine Seymour, elles vivent dans le même village et sont unies par une amitié infaillible. Cordelia est une brune majestueuse à la chevelure de nuit et aux yeux ténébreux qui étincellent. Geraldine est une blonde au port de reine, des cheveux comme de l'or filé et des yeux améthyste veloutés.

— Je n'ai jamais vu personne avec des yeux améthyste, dit Diana d'un air dubitatif.

— Moi non plus. Je les ai juste imaginés. Je voulais quelque chose qui sorte de l'ordinaire. Geraldine a aussi un front d'albâtre. J'ai trouvé ce qu'est un front d'albâtre. C'est l'un des avantages d'avoir treize ans. Tu en sais tellement plus que lorsque tu n'en avais que douze.

—Bien, que deviennent Cordelia et Geraldine ? demanda Diana, qui commençait à se sentir plutôt intéressée par leur sort.

— Elles grandissent en beauté, l'une près de l'autre, jusqu'à leurs seize ans. Alors Bertram de Vere, passant dans leur village natal, tombe amoureux de la blonde Geraldine. Il lui sauve la vie quand son cheval s'emballe l'entraînant dans son carrosse ; elle s'évanouit dans ses bras et il la transporte jusque chez elle, à trois milles de là, parce que, tu comprends, le carrosse est tout cassé. J'ai eu du mal à imaginer la demande en mariage parce que je n'ai aucune expérience sur laquelle m'appuyer. J'ai demandé à Ruby Gillis si elle s'y connaissait en demande en mariage car je pensais qu'elle devait certainement être une autorité en la matière avec tant de sœurs mariées. Ruby m'a raconté qu'elle était cachée dans le cellier quand Malcolm Andrews a demandé sa sœur Susan en mariage. Elle a raconté que Malcolm avait déclaré à Susan que son père lui avait légué la ferme et a poursuivi en disant : « Que dirais-tu, mon minou adoré, si nous nous mariions cet automne ?» Et Susan a répondu : « Oui... non... je ne sais pas... il faut que je réfléchisse...» et ils furent fiancés en deux coups les gros. Mais je ne crois pas que cette demande en mariage soit des plus romantiques, aussi finalement j'ai dû en inventer une du mieux que j'aie pu. Je l'ai imaginée très fleurie et poétique et Bertram s'est mis à genoux, bien que Ruby Gillis affirme que c'est démodé de nos jours. Géraldine lui a accordé sa main dans une déclaration longue d'une page. Je t'assure que cette déclaration m'a donné un mal fou. Je l'ai réécrite cinq fois et je la considère comme mon chef-d’œuvre. Bertram lui offre une bague en diamants et un collier de rubis et lui annonce qu'ils voyageront en Europe pour leur lune de miel, car il est immensément riche. Mais hélas, les ténèbres commencent alors à obscurcir le cours de leur vie. Cordelia était secrètement amoureuse de Bertram et quand Géraldine lui parle des fiançailles, elle simplement furieuse, tout particulièrement lorsqu'elle voit le collier et la bague en diamant. Toute son affection pour Géraldine se transforme en une haine féroce et elle fait la promesse que celle-ci n'épousera jamais Bertram. Mais elle prétend être restée l'amie de toujours de Géraldine. Elles se tiennent un matin sur un pont au-dessus d'un torrent tumultueux, Cordelia, croyant qu'elles sont seules, pousse Géraldine dans le vide avec un « ah, ah, ah ! » sauvage et moqueur. Mais Bertram voit tout, et il plonge immédiatement dans le courant, en s'écriant :" je te sauverai, ô Toi ma merveilleuse Geraldine". Mais hélas, il oublie qu'il ne sait pas nager, et tous les deux se noient, dans les bras l'une de l'autre. Leurs corps s'échouent peu après. Ils sont inhumés dans la même tombe et leurs funérailles furent des plus grandioses, Diana. C'est tellement plus romantique de finir une histoire par un enterrement plutôt que par un mariage. Quant à Cordelia, elle devient folle de remords et est enfermée dans un asile d'aliénés. Je pense que c'est la rétribution poétique pour son crime.

— Comme c'est adorable ! soupira Diana, qui appartenait à l'école critique de Matthew. Je ne vois pas comment tu peux faire naître des choses si palpitantes de ta propre tête, Anne. J'aimerais que mon imagination soit aussi riche que la tienne.

— Ce serait possible si seulement tu la cultivais un peu, déclara Anne d'un ton encourageant. Je viens d'avoir une idée, Diana. Toi et moi, on créerait un club d'écriture rien que pour nous et on s'entraînerait en rédigeant des histoires. Je t'aiderai jusqu'à ce que tu y arrives seule. Tu sais que tu devrais cultiver ton imagination. Mlle Stacy le dit également. Seulement nous devons nous y prendre correctement. Je lui ai parlé du Bois hanté, mais elle a dit que nous avions fait fausse route avec ça.

C'est ainsi que naquit le club d'écriture. D'abord limité à Diana et Anne, il fut bientôt étendu à Jane Andrews et Ruby Gillis et à une ou deux autres qui pensaient que leur imagination avait besoin d'être cultivée. Aucun garçon n'y était admis — bien que Ruby Gillis eût émis l'opinion que leur présence aurait été plus stimulante — et chaque membre devait produire une histoire par semaine.

— C'est extrêmement intéressant, annonça Anne à Marilla. — Chaque fille doit lire son histoire à voix haute et ensuite nous en parlons. Nous allons toutes les conserver comme des reliques et les transmettrons à nos descendants pour qu'ils les lisent. Nous écrivons toutes sous un nom de plume. Le mien est Rosamond Montmorency. Toutes les filles se débrouillent plutôt bien. Ruby Gillis est plutôt sentimentale. Elle met trop d'amour dans ses histoires et tu sais que trop c'est pire que trop peu. Jane n'en met jamais parce qu'elle dit qu'elle se sent tellement ridicule quand elle doit lire son histoire à haute voix. Les histoires de Jane sont extrêmement sages. Et puis Diana met beaucoup trop de meurtres dans les siennes. Elle dit que la plupart du temps, elle ne sait pas quoi faire avec ses personnages, alors elle les tue pour se débarrasser d'eux. D'habitude, c'est toujours moi qui leur donne un thème, mais ce n'est pas difficile pour moi, j'ai des millions d'idées.

— Je trouve que cette histoire de club d'écriture est la plus stupide qui soit à ce jour, railla Marilla. Vous allez vous farcir la tête d'idioties et vous perdrez du temps à consacrer à vos leçons. Lire des histoires est déjà assez regrettable mais les écrire est pire.

— Mais nous prenons grand soin d'y ajouter une morale, Marilla, expliqua Anne. J'insiste sur ce point. Tous les personnages bons sont récompensés et les méchants sont convenablement punis. Je suis sûre que cela doit avoir un effet sain. La morale est la chose la plus importante. M. Allan le dit. Je leur ai lu une de mes histoires et Mme Allan et lui ont convenu que la morale était excellente. Seulement ils ont ri aux mauvais endroits. Je préfère quand les gens pleurent. Jane et Ruby pleurent presque toujours quand j'arrive aux passages tristes. Diana a écrit à sa tante Joséphine au sujet de notre club et elle a répondu que nous devions lui envoyer certaines de nos histoires. Alors nous avons recopié quatre de nos meilleures et les lui avons envoyées Mlle Josephine Barry a répondu qu'elle n'avait jamais rien lu d'aussi amusant dans sa vie. De sorte que ça nous a intriguées parce que les histoires étaient toutes très tristes et presque tout le monde y mourait. Mais je suis ravie que Mlle Barry les ait aimées. Ça prouve que notre club fait du bien dans le monde. Mme Allan dit que cela devrait être notre objectif dans tous les domaines. J'essaie vraiment d'en faire mon objectif mais j'oublie si souvent quand je m'amuse. J'espère que je serai un peu comme Mme Allan quand je serai grande. Crois-tu que j'ai une petite chance d'y arriver, Marilla ?

— Je ne crois pas qu'il y en ait beaucoup, lâcha Marilla en guise d'encouragement. Je suis sûre que Mme Allan n'a jamais été une petite fille aussi sotte et aussi distraite que toi.

— Non, mais elle n'a pas toujours été aussi bonne qu'elle l'est maintenant, répondit Anne avec grand sérieux. Elle me l'a dit elle-même, c'est-à-dire qu'elle a dit que, petite fille, elle était d'une espièglerie épouvantable et qu'elle s'attirait toujours des ennuis. Cela m'a redonné de l'espoir quand j'ai entendu cela. Marilla, est-ce vraiment méchant de ma part de me sentir réconfortée quand j'entends que d'autres personnes ont été désobéissantes et pleines de malice? Mme Lynde assure que si. Mme Lynde dit qu'elle est toujours choquée quand elle entend parler de quelqu'un qui a été vilain, peu importe son âge. Mme Lynde dit qu'une fois, un pasteur a avoué que, lorsqu'il était petit garçon, il avait volé une tarte aux fraises dans le garde-manger de sa tante, eh bien elle n'a plus jamais eu de respect pour ce pasteur. Eh bien moi, je n'aurais pas réagi comme elle. J'aurais pensé que c'était vraiment noble de sa part d'avouer la chose, et j'aurais pensé que c'était une chose encourageante pour les petits garçons d'aujourd'hui qui font des polissonneries et qui les regrettent de savoir qu'ils pourront néanmoins grandir et devenir pasteurs malgré tout. Voilà ce que j'aurais pensé, Marilla.

— Ce que je pense à présent, Anne, dit Marilla, c'est qu'il est grand temps que tu laves ces assiettes. Tu as mis une demi-heure de plus que nécessaire pour les laver avec tout ton babillage. Apprends à d'abord travailler avant de bavarder.
unit 1
CHAPTER XXVI.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 2 weeks ago
unit 2
THE STORY CLUB IS FORMED.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 3
Junior Avonlea found it hard to settle down to humdrum existence again.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 5
Could she go back to the former quiet pleasures of those far-away days before the concert?
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 6
At first, as she told Diana, she did not really think she could.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 8
"Perhaps after awhile I'll get used to it, but I'm afraid concerts spoil people for every-day life.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 9
I suppose that is why Marilla disapproves of them.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 10
Marilla is such a sensible woman.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 12
Mrs. Lynde says there is no danger of my ever being one, but you can never tell.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 13
I feel just now that I may grow up to be sensible yet.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 14
But perhaps that is only because I'm tired.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 15
I simply couldn't sleep last night for ever so long.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 16
I just lay awake and imagined the concert over and over again.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 17
That's one splendid thing about such affairs—it's so lovely to look back to them."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 18
Eventually, however, Avonlea school slipped back into its old groove and took up its old interests.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 19
To be sure, the concert left traces.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 25
The winter weeks slipped by.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 28
"Just think, Diana, I'm thirteen years old to-day," remarked Anne in an awed voice.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 29
"I can scarcely realize that I'm in my teens.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 30
When I woke this morning it seemed to me that everything must be different.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 31
unit 32
It makes life seem so much more interesting.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 33
In two more years I'll be really grown up.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 34
It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big words then without being laughed at."
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 35
"Ruby Gillis says she means to have a beau as soon as she's fifteen," said Diana.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 36
"Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but beaus," said Anne disdainfully.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 38
But I'm afraid that is an uncharitable speech.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 40
unit 41
You may have noticed that.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 42
I'm trying to be as much like Mrs. Allan as I possibly can, for I think she's perfect.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 43
Mr. Allan thinks so too.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 45
But then, Diana, even ministers are human and have their besetting sins just like everybody else.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 46
I had such an interesting talk with Mrs. Allan about besetting sins last Sunday afternoon.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 47
There are just a few things it's proper to talk about on Sundays and that is one of them.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 48
My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 49
I'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I'm really thirteen perhaps I'll get on better."
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 50
"In four more years we'll be able to put our hair up," said Diana.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 52
If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose," said Anne decidedly, "I wouldn't—but there!
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 53
I won't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 54
Besides, I was comparing it with my own nose and that's vanity.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 55
I'm afraid I think too much about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 56
It really is a great comfort to me.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 57
Oh, Diana, look, there's a rabbit.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 58
That's something to remember for our woods composition.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 59
I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 60
They're so white and still, as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 61
"I won't mind writing that composition when its time comes," sighed Diana.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 62
"I can manage to write about the woods, but the one we're to hand in Monday is terrible.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 63
The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!"
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 64
"Why, it's as easy as wink," said Anne.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 66
I suppose you have your composition all done?"
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 67
Anne nodded, trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 68
"I wrote it last Monday evening.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 69
It's called 'The Jealous Rival; or, in Death Not Divided.'
3 Translations, 7 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 70
I read it to Marilla and she said it was stuff and nonsense.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 71
Then I read it to Matthew and he said it was fine.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 72
That is the kind of critic I like.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 73
It's a sad, sweet story.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 74
I just cried like a child while I was writing it.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 76
Cordelia was a regal brunette with a coronet of midnight hair and duskly flashing eyes.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 77
Geraldine was a queenly blonde with hair like spun gold and velvety purple eyes."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 78
"I never saw anybody with purple eyes," said Diana dubiously.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 79
"Neither did I. I just imagined them.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 80
I wanted something out of the common.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 81
Geraldine had an alabaster brow, too.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 82
I've found out what an alabaster brow is.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 83
That is one of the advantages of being thirteen.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 84
You know so much more than you did when you were only twelve."
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 85
"Well, what became of Cordelia and Geraldine?"
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 86
asked Diana, who was beginning to feel rather interested in their fate.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 87
"They grew in beauty side by side until they were sixteen.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 88
Then Bertram DeVere came to their native village and fell in love with the fair Geraldine.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 90
I found it rather hard to imagine the proposal because I had no experience to go by.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 92
Ruby told me she was hid in the hall pantry when Malcolm Andrews proposed to her sister Susan.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 94
unit 97
Geraldine accepted him in a speech a page long.
2 Translations, 7 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 98
I can tell you I took a lot of trouble with that speech.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 99
I rewrote it five times and I look upon it as my masterpiece.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 101
But then, alas, shadows began to darken over their path.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 103
unit 104
But she pretended to be Geraldine's friend the same as ever.
1 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 107
unit 108
Their bodies were washed ashore soon afterwards.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 109
They were buried in the one grave and their funeral was most imposing, Diana.
3 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 110
It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 111
As for Cordelia, she went insane with remorse and was shut up in a lunatic asylum.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 112
I thought that was a poetical retribution for her crime."
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 113
"How perfectly lovely!"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 114
sighed Diana, who belonged to Matthew's school of critics.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 115
"I don't see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 116
I wish my imagination was as good as yours."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 117
"It would be if you'd only cultivate it," said Anne cheeringly.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 118
"I've just thought of a plan, Diana.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 119
Let you and I have a story club all our own and write stories for practice.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 120
I'll help you along until you can do them by yourself.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 121
You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 122
Miss Stacy says so.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 123
Only we must take the right way.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 124
I told her about the Haunted Wood, but she said we went the wrong way about it in that."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 125
This was how the story club came into existence.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 128
"It's extremely interesting," Anne told Marilla.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 129
"Each girl has to read her story out loud and then we talk it over.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 130
We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to our descendants.
2 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 131
We each write under a nom-de-plume.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 132
Mine is Rosamond Montmorency.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 133
All the girls do pretty well.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 134
Ruby Gillis is rather sentimental.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 135
She puts too much love-making into her stories and you know too much is worse than too little.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 136
Jane never puts any because she says it makes her feel so silly when she has to read it out loud.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 137
Jane's stories are extremely sensible.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 138
Then Diana puts too many murders into hers.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 140
unit 141
"I think this story-writing business is the foolishest yet," scoffed Marilla.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 142
"You'll get a pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put on your lessons.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 143
Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 144
But we're so careful to put a moral into them all, Marilla," explained Anne.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 145
"I insist upon that.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 146
All the good people are rewarded and all the bad ones are suitably punished.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 147
I'm sure that must have a wholesome effect.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 148
The moral is the great thing.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 149
Mr. Allan says so.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 150
I read one of my stories to him and Mrs. Allan and they both agreed that the moral was excellent.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 151
Only they laughed in the wrong places.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 152
I like it better when people cry.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 153
Jane and Ruby almost always cry when I come to the pathetic parts.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 155
So we copied out four of our very best and sent them.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 156
Miss Josephine Barry wrote back that she had never read anything so amusing in her life.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 157
That kind of puzzled us because the stories were all very pathetic and almost everybody died.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 158
But I'm glad Miss Barry liked them.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 159
It shows our club is doing some good in the world.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 160
Mrs. Allan says that ought to be our object in everything.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 161
I do really try to make it my object but I forget so often when I'm having fun.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 162
I hope I shall be a little like Mrs. Allan when I grow up.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 163
Do you think there is any prospect of it, Marilla?"
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 164
"I shouldn't say there was a great deal," was Marilla's encouraging answer.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 165
"I'm sure Mrs. Allan was never such a silly, forgetful little girl as you are."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 166
"No; but she wasn't always so good as she is now either," said Anne seriously.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 168
I felt so encouraged when I heard that.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 170
Mrs. Lynde says it is.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 173
Now, I wouldn't have felt that way.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 175
That's how I'd feel, Marilla."
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 176
unit 177
You've taken half an hour longer than you should with all your chattering.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 178
Learn to work first and talk afterwards."
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 4 months, 3 weeks ago
francevw • 14094  commented on  unit 141  4 months, 3 weeks ago
Oplusse • 13960  commented on  unit 156  4 months, 3 weeks ago
francevw • 14094  commented on  unit 97  4 months, 3 weeks ago
gaelle044 • 5148  commented on  unit 97  4 months, 3 weeks ago
tontonjl • 10916  commented on  unit 68  4 months, 3 weeks ago
gaelle044 • 5148  commented on  unit 21  4 months, 4 weeks ago
gaelle044 • 5148  commented on  unit 22  4 months, 4 weeks ago
Gabrielle • 13957  translated  unit 29  4 months, 4 weeks ago
francevw • 14094  commented on  unit 23  4 months, 4 weeks ago
gaelle044 • 5148  commented  4 months, 4 weeks 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 4 months, 4 weeks ago

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE STORY CLUB IS FORMED.

Junior Avonlea found it hard to settle down to humdrum existence again. To Anne in particular things seemed fearfully flat, stale, and unprofitable after the goblet of excitement she had been sipping for weeks. Could she go back to the former quiet pleasures of those far-away days before the concert? At first, as she told Diana, she did not really think she could.

"I'm positively certain, Diana, that life can never be quite the same again as it was in those olden days," she said mournfully, as if referring to a period of at least fifty years back. "Perhaps after awhile I'll get used to it, but I'm afraid concerts spoil people for every-day life. I suppose that is why Marilla disapproves of them. Marilla is such a sensible woman. It must be a great deal better to be sensible; but still, I don't believe I'd really want to be a sensible person, because they are so unromantic. Mrs. Lynde says there is no danger of my ever being one, but you can never tell. I feel just now that I may grow up to be sensible yet. But perhaps that is only because I'm tired. I simply couldn't sleep last night for ever so long. I just lay awake and imagined the concert over and over again. That's one splendid thing about such affairs—it's so lovely to look back to them."

Eventually, however, Avonlea school slipped back into its old groove and took up its old interests. To be sure, the concert left traces. Ruby Gillis and Emma White, who had quarrelled over a point of precedence in their platform seats, no longer sat at the same desk, and a promising friendship of three years was broken up. Josie Pye and Julia Bell did not "speak" for three months, because Josie Pye had told Bessie Wright that Julia Bell's bow when she got up to recite made her think of a chicken jerking its head, and Bessie told Julia. None of the Sloanes would have any dealings with the Bells, because the Bells had declared that the Sloanes had too much to do in the programme, and the Sloanes had retorted that the Bells were not capable of doing the little they had to do properly. Finally, Charlie Sloane fought Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, because Moody Spurgeon had said that Anne Shirley put on airs about her recitations, and Moody Spurgeon was "licked;" consequently Moody Spurgeon's sister, Ella May, would not "speak" to Anne Shirley all the rest of the winter. With the exception of these trifling frictions, work in Miss Stacy's little kingdom went on with regularity and smoothness.

The winter weeks slipped by. It was an unusually mild winter, with so little snow that Anne and Diana could go to school nearly every day by way of the Birch Path. On Anne's birthday they were tripping lightly down it, keeping eyes and ears alert amid all their chatter, for Miss Stacy had told them that they must soon write a composition on "A Winter's Walk in the Woods," and it behooved them to be observant.

"Just think, Diana, I'm thirteen years old to-day," remarked Anne in an awed voice. "I can scarcely realize that I'm in my teens. When I woke this morning it seemed to me that everything must be different. You've been thirteen for a month, so I suppose it doesn't seem such a novelty to you as it does to me. It makes life seem so much more interesting. In two more years I'll be really grown up. It's a great comfort to think that I'll be able to use big words then without being laughed at."

"Ruby Gillis says she means to have a beau as soon as she's fifteen," said Diana.

"Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but beaus," said Anne disdainfully. "She's actually delighted when any one writes her name up in a take-notice for all she pretends to be so mad. But I'm afraid that is an uncharitable speech. Mrs. Allan says we should never make uncharitable speeches; but they do slip out so often before you think, don't they? I simply can't talk about Josie Pye without making an uncharitable speech, so I never mention her at all. You may have noticed that. I'm trying to be as much like Mrs. Allan as I possibly can, for I think she's perfect. Mr. Allan thinks so too. Mrs. Lynde says he just worships the ground she treads on and she doesn't really think it right for a minister to set his affections so much on a mortal being. But then, Diana, even ministers are human and have their besetting sins just like everybody else. I had such an interesting talk with Mrs. Allan about besetting sins last Sunday afternoon. There are just a few things it's proper to talk about on Sundays and that is one of them. My besetting sin is imagining too much and forgetting my duties. I'm striving very hard to overcome it and now that I'm really thirteen perhaps I'll get on better."

"In four more years we'll be able to put our hair up," said Diana. "Alice Bell is only sixteen and she is wearing hers up, but I think that's ridiculous, I shall wait until I'm seventeen."

If I had Alice Bell's crooked nose," said Anne decidedly, "I wouldn't—but there! I won't say what I was going to because it was extremely uncharitable. Besides, I was comparing it with my own nose and that's vanity. I'm afraid I think too much about my nose ever since I heard that compliment about it long ago. It really is a great comfort to me. Oh, Diana, look, there's a rabbit. That's something to remember for our woods composition. I really think the woods are just as lovely in winter as in summer. They're so white and still, as if they were asleep and dreaming pretty dreams."

"I won't mind writing that composition when its time comes," sighed Diana. "I can manage to write about the woods, but the one we're to hand in Monday is terrible. The idea of Miss Stacy telling us to write a story out of our own heads!"

"Why, it's as easy as wink," said Anne.

"It's easy for you because you have an imagination," retorted Diana, "but what would you do if you had been born without one? I suppose you have your composition all done?"

Anne nodded, trying hard not to look virtuously complacent and failing miserably.

"I wrote it last Monday evening. It's called 'The Jealous Rival; or, in Death Not Divided.' I read it to Marilla and she said it was stuff and nonsense. Then I read it to Matthew and he said it was fine. That is the kind of critic I like. It's a sad, sweet story. I just cried like a child while I was writing it. It's about two beautiful maidens called Cordelia Montmorency and Geraldine Seymour who lived in the same village and were devotedly attached to each other. Cordelia was a regal brunette with a coronet of midnight hair and duskly flashing eyes. Geraldine was a queenly blonde with hair like spun gold and velvety purple eyes."

"I never saw anybody with purple eyes," said Diana dubiously.

"Neither did I. I just imagined them. I wanted something out of the common. Geraldine had an alabaster brow, too. I've found out what an alabaster brow is. That is one of the advantages of being thirteen. You know so much more than you did when you were only twelve."

"Well, what became of Cordelia and Geraldine?" asked Diana, who was beginning to feel rather interested in their fate.

"They grew in beauty side by side until they were sixteen. Then Bertram DeVere came to their native village and fell in love with the fair Geraldine. He saved her life when her horse ran away with her in a carriage, and she fainted in his arms and he carried her home three miles; because, you understand, the carriage was all smashed up. I found it rather hard to imagine the proposal because I had no experience to go by. I asked Ruby Gillis if she knew anything about how men proposed because I thought she'd likely be an authority on the subject, having so many sisters married. Ruby told me she was hid in the hall pantry when Malcolm Andrews proposed to her sister Susan. She said Malcolm told Susan that his dad had given him the farm in his own name and then said, 'What do you say, darling pet, if we get hitched this fall?' And Susan said, 'Yes—no—I don't know—let me see,'—and there they were, engaged as quick as that. But I didn't think that sort of a proposal was a very romantic one, so in the end I had to imagine it out as well as I could. I made it very flowery and poetical and Bertram went on his knees, although Ruby Gillis says it isn't done nowadays. Geraldine accepted him in a speech a page long. I can tell you I took a lot of trouble with that speech. I rewrote it five times and I look upon it as my masterpiece. Bertram gave her a diamond ring and a ruby necklace and told her they would go to Europe for a wedding tour, for he was immensely wealthy. But then, alas, shadows began to darken over their path. Cordelia was secretly in love with Bertram herself and when Geraldine told her about the engagement she was simply furious, especially when she saw the necklace and the diamond ring. All her affection for Geraldine turned to bitter hate and she vowed that she should never marry Bertram. But she pretended to be Geraldine's friend the same as ever. One evening they were standing on the bridge over a rushing turbulent stream and Cordelia, thinking they were alone, pushed Geraldine over the brink with a wild, mocking, 'Ha, ha, ha.' But Bertram saw it all and he at once plunged into the current, exclaiming, 'I wall save thee, my peerless Geraldine.' But alas, he had forgotten he couldn't swim, and they were both drowned, clasped in each other's arms. Their bodies were washed ashore soon afterwards. They were buried in the one grave and their funeral was most imposing, Diana. It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding. As for Cordelia, she went insane with remorse and was shut up in a lunatic asylum. I thought that was a poetical retribution for her crime."

"How perfectly lovely!" sighed Diana, who belonged to Matthew's school of critics. "I don't see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne. I wish my imagination was as good as yours."

"It would be if you'd only cultivate it," said Anne cheeringly. "I've just thought of a plan, Diana. Let you and I have a story club all our own and write stories for practice. I'll help you along until you can do them by yourself. You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know. Miss Stacy says so. Only we must take the right way. I told her about the Haunted Wood, but she said we went the wrong way about it in that."

This was how the story club came into existence. It was limited to Diana and Anne at first, but soon it was extended to include Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis and one or two others who felt that their imaginations needed cultivating. No boys were allowed in it—although Ruby Gillis opined that their admission would make it more exciting—and each member had to produce one story a week.

"It's extremely interesting," Anne told Marilla. "Each girl has to read her story out loud and then we talk it over. We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to our descendants. We each write under a nom-de-plume. Mine is Rosamond Montmorency. All the girls do pretty well. Ruby Gillis is rather sentimental. She puts too much love-making into her stories and you know too much is worse than too little. Jane never puts any because she says it makes her feel so silly when she has to read it out loud. Jane's stories are extremely sensible. Then Diana puts too many murders into hers. She says most of the time she doesn't know what to do with the people so she kills them off to get rid of them. I mostly always have to tell them what to write about, but that isn't hard for I've millions of ideas."

"I think this story-writing business is the foolishest yet," scoffed Marilla. "You'll get a pack of nonsense into your heads and waste time that should be put on your lessons. Reading stories is bad enough but writing them is worse."

But we're so careful to put a moral into them all, Marilla," explained Anne. "I insist upon that. All the good people are rewarded and all the bad ones are suitably punished. I'm sure that must have a wholesome effect. The moral is the great thing. Mr. Allan says so. I read one of my stories to him and Mrs. Allan and they both agreed that the moral was excellent. Only they laughed in the wrong places. I like it better when people cry. Jane and Ruby almost always cry when I come to the pathetic parts. Diana wrote her Aunt Josephine about our club and her Aunt Josephine wrote back that we were to send her some of our stories. So we copied out four of our very best and sent them. Miss Josephine Barry wrote back that she had never read anything so amusing in her life. That kind of puzzled us because the stories were all very pathetic and almost everybody died. But I'm glad Miss Barry liked them. It shows our club is doing some good in the world. Mrs. Allan says that ought to be our object in everything. I do really try to make it my object but I forget so often when I'm having fun. I hope I shall be a little like Mrs. Allan when I grow up. Do you think there is any prospect of it, Marilla?"

"I shouldn't say there was a great deal," was Marilla's encouraging answer. "I'm sure Mrs. Allan was never such a silly, forgetful little girl as you are."

"No; but she wasn't always so good as she is now either," said Anne seriously. "She told me so herself—that is, she said she was a dreadful mischief when she was a girl and was always getting into scrapes. I felt so encouraged when I heard that. Is it very wicked of me, Marilla, to feel encouraged when I hear that other people have been bad and mischievous? Mrs. Lynde says it is. Mrs. Lynde says she always feels shocked when she hears of any one ever having been naughty, no matter how small they were. Mrs. Lynde says she once heard a minister confess that when he was a boy he stole a strawberry tart out of his aunt's pantry and she never had any respect for that minister again. Now, I wouldn't have felt that way. I'd have thought that it was real noble of him to confess it, and I'd have thought what an encouraging thing it would be for small boys nowadays who do naughty things and are sorry for them to know that perhaps they may grow up to be ministers in spite of it. That's how I'd feel, Marilla."

"The way I feel at present, Anne," said Marilla, "is that it's high time you had those dishes washed. You've taken half an hour longer than you should with all your chattering. Learn to work first and talk afterwards."