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CHAPITRE XIX.


UN CONCERT, UNE CATASTROPHE, ET UNE CONFESSION.


— Marilla, puis-je aller voir Diana juste une minute ? demanda Anne, accourant à perdre haleine du pignon est un soir de février.

— Je ne vois pas pourquoi tu veux trainer dehors à la nuit tombée, dit Marilla d'un ton bref. Diana et toi êtes rentrées à pied de l'école ensemble, puis vous êtes restées plantées sous la neige pendant une demi-heure supplémentaire, la bouche en mouvement tout le temps durant, cliquetis-clac. En conséquence, je pense que tu n'as vraiment pas besoin de la voir encore.

— Mais elle veut me voir, implora Anne. Elle a quelque chose de très important à me dire.

— Comment sais-tu cela ?

— Parce qu'elle vient juste de me le faire savoir depuis sa fenêtre. Nous nous sommes accordées sur une façon de communiquer avec nos bougies et un carton. Nous posons la bougie sur le rebord de la fenêtre et lançons des signaux lumineux en faisant passer devant un carton. Le nombre de signaux a une signification précise. J'en ai eu l'idée, Marilla.

— Je l'aurais parié, affirma catégoriquement Marilla. Et bientôt, tu vas mettre le feu aux rideaux avec tes signaux absurdes.

— Oh, nous faisons très attention, Marilla. Et c'est si intéressant. Deux éclairs lumineux veulent dire « Es-tu là ?» Trois correspondent à « Oui » et quatre à « Non ». Cinq signifient : « Viens le plus vite possible, car j'ai quelque chose d'important à te dire. » Diana vient juste de faire cinq signaux, et je meurs d'envie de savoir de quoi il s'agit.

— Eh bien, ne te torture plus, dit sarcastiquement Marilla. Tu peux y aller, mais tu dois être de retour ici dans dix minutes, n'oublie pas.

Anne n'oublia pas et fut de retour à l'heure dite, bien qu'aucun mortel ne saura jamais exactement combien cela lui coûtait de limiter cette communication cruciale avec Diana à une dizaine de minutes. Mais au moins, elle en avait fait bon usage.

— Oh, Marilla, qu'en penses-tu ? Tu sais que demain c'est l'anniversaire de Diana. Eh bien, sa mère lui a dit qu'elle pouvait me demander de rentrer de l'école avec elle et de passer toute la nuit chez elle. Et ses cousins ​​viennent du Pont-Neuf dans un grand traîneau pour aller au concert du Club Débats dans la salle commune demain soir. Et ils vont nous emmener Diana et moi au concert si tu me laisses y aller, bien sûr. Tu voudras bien, n'est-ce pas Marilla ? Oh, je me sens si excitée.

— Tu peux te calmer alors, parce que tu n'iras pas. Tu es mieux à la maison dans ton propre lit, et pour ce concert du Club, tout cela n'a aucun sens, et les petites filles ne devraient pas être autorisées à aller n'importe où.

Je suis sûre que le Club Débats est une entreprise des plus respectables, plaida Anne.

— Je ne dis pas le contraire. Mais tu ne vas pas traîner aux concerts et rester dehors jusqu'au bout de la nuit. Belles affaires pour les enfants. Je suis surprise que Mme Barry laisse Diana y aller.

— Mais c'est une occasion très spéciale, gémit Anne, au bord des larmes. Diana ne fête son anniversaire qu'une fois par an. Ce n'est pas comme si les anniversaires étaient choses courantes, Marilla. Prissy Andrews va réciter « Le couvre-feu ne sonnera pas ce soir. » C'est une pièce de si bonne moralité, Marilla, je suis persuadée que ça me fera beaucoup de bien de l'entendre. Et la chorale va chanter quatre jolies chansons émouvantes qui sont presque aussi belles que des hymnes. Et puis, Marilla, le pasteur va participer ; oui, en effet, c'est vrai ; il va faire un discours. Ça va presque être la même chose qu'un sermon. S'il te plait, est-ce que je peux y aller, Marilla ?

— As-tu entendu ce que j'ai dit, Anne, tu l'as entendu ? Enlève tes bottines maintenant et file au lit. Il est plus de huit heures.

— Juste une chose, Marilla, dit Anne, avec l'air de sortir le dernier argument de sa poche. Mme Barry a dit à Diana que nous pourrions dormir dans le lit de la chambre d'amis. Pense à l'honneur pour ta petite Anne que de dormir dans le lit de la chambre des invités.

— C'est un honneur dont il faudra te passer. Va au lit, Anne, et que je n'entende plus un mot.

Quand Anne, de grosses larmes coulant sur ses joues, était arrivée tristement en haut des marches, Matthew, qui semblait assoupi au salon pendant toute la conversation, ouvrit les yeux et dit d'un ton tranché : — Eh bien, Marilla, je crois que tu devrais laisser Anne y aller.

— Eh bien je ne le fais pas, rétorqua Marilla. Qui élève cette enfant, Matthew, toi ou moi ?

— Eh bien, toi pour le moment, reconnut Matthew.

— Alors ne t'en mêle pas.

— Eh bien, je ne m'en mêle pas. Ce n'est pas s'en mêler que d'avoir son opinion. Et mon opinion est que tu devrais laisser Anne y aller.

À t'entendre je devrais laisser Anne aller sur la lune si elle en avait l'intention, ça ne fait aucun doute, fut la réplique aimable de Marilla. J'aurais pu la laisser passer la nuit avec Diana, si c'était seulement ça. Mais je n'approuve pas cette histoire de concert. Si elle y va, elle attrapera probablement froid, et reviendra la tête pleine de bêtises et d'agitation. Cela la bouleversera pendant une semaine. Je connais le tempérament de cette enfant et sais mieux que toi ce qui est bon pour elle, Matthew.

— Je pense que tu devrais laisser Anne y aller, répéta Matthew fermement. Argumenter n'était pas son point fort, mais il était parfaitement capable de maintenir son opinion. Marilla poussa un soupir d'impuissance et se réfugia dans le silence. Le lendemain matin, alors qu'Anne lavait la vaisselle du petit-déjeuner dans l'office, Matthew, se rendant à la grange, s'arrêta pour dire à Marilla : — Je pense que tu devrais laisser Anne y aller, Marilla.

Pendant un instant, Marilla eut l'air de ne pas vouloir en parler. Puis elle céda à l'inéluctable et dit d'un ton sarcastique : —Très bien, elle peut y aller, puisque rien d'autre ne te satisfera.

Anne sortit de l'office, un torchon trempé à la main.

— Oh Marilla ! répète ces mots merveilleux.

— Je pense que les dire une fois est suffisant. C'est l’œuvre de Matthew et je m'en lave les mains. Si tu attrapes une pneumonie en dormant dans un autre lit ou en sortant d'une salle chaude en pleine nuit, ne t'en prends pas à moi, prends-t'en à Matthew. Anne Shirley, tu laisses dégouliner de l'eau de vaisselle partout sur le sol. Je n'ai jamais vu une enfant aussi négligente.

— Oh, je sais que je te cause beaucoup d'embarras, Marilla, dit Anne d'un air contrit. Je fais tellement de bêtises. Mais pense seulement à toutes les bêtises que je ne fais pas et que je pourrais faire. Je vais prendre du sable et frotter les taches avant d'aller à l'école. Oh, Marilla, mon cœur n'aspirait qu'à aller à ce concert. Je n'ai jamais assisté à un concert de ma vie, et quand les autres filles en parlent à l'école, je me sens tellement mise à l'écart. Tu ne te rendais pas compte de ce que je ressentais, mais Matthew l'a décelé. Matthew me comprend, et c'est tellement agréable d'être comprise, Marilla.

Anne était trop excitée pour travailler sérieusement ses leçons ce matin-là à l'école. Gilbert Blythe la devança en orthographe et excella en calcul mental. L'humiliation d'Anne qui en résulta était moins cuisante qu'elle ne l'aurait été, sans la perspective du concert et de la chambre d'amis. Diana et elle bavardèrent tellement de cela toute la journée, qu'avec un maître plus strict que M. Phillips elle auraient eu droit à une sévère réprimande.

Anne sentait qu'elle n'aurait pas supporté de ne pas aller au concert, c'est pourquoi, elle n'eut aucun autre sujet de discussion ce jour-là à l'école. Le Club de Débats d'Avonlea, qui se réunissait une semaine sur deux en hiver, avait donné plusieurs courts divertissements gratuits ; mais ceci constituait l'évènement majeur avec un droit d'entrée de dix centimes destiné à soutenir la bibliothèque. Les jeunes gens d'Avonlea avaient répété depuis des semaines, et tous les écoliers s'y intéressaient tout particulièrement en raison de la participation de leurs frères et sœurs plus âgés. À l'école, tous les élèves de plus de neuf ans s'attendaient à y aller, à l'exception de Carrie Sloane, dont le père partageait les opinions de Marilla quant aux petites filles et aux sorties pour les concerts nocturnes. Carrie Sloane pleura dans sa grammaire tout l'après-midi et estimait que la vie ne valait pas la peine d'être vécue.

Pour Anne, l'excitation commença réellement avec la sortie des classes et augmenta crescendo jusqu'à ce qu'elle atteigne un indéniable pic d'extase au moment du concert même. Elles se firent un « thé parfaitement stylé », puis vint la délicieuse occupation de se préparer dans la petite chambre de Diana, laquelle coiffa les cheveux d'Anne dans le nouveau style Pompadour et Anne attacha les tresses de Diana avec le talent particulier qu'on lui connaissait, et elles expérimentèrent au moins une demi-douzaine de façons différentes de s'arranger les cheveux sur la nuque. Enfin elles furent prêtes, les joues écarlates et les yeux brillant d'excitation.

Il est vrai qu'Anne ne put s'empêcher de ressentir un petit pincement quand elle compara son béret noir informe, son manteau en tissu gris, à manches serrées, fait maison, avec la cape en fourrure jaune de Diana et sa mignonne petite veste. Mais elle se souvint à temps qu'elle avait de l'imagination et qu'elle pouvait l'utiliser.

Alors les cousins de Diana, les Murray de Newbridge, arrivèrent, ils s'entassèrent tous dans le grand traîneau, entre la paille et les couvertures en fourrure. Anne savoura le trajet vers la salle, glissant le long des routes lisses et satinées avec la neige qui crissait sous les patins. Il y avait un magnifique coucher de soleil, les collines enneigées et les eaux bleues du golfe du Saint-Laurent semblaient jaillir dans la splendeur comme une énorme coupe de perles et de saphirs frangée de mauve et de feu. Des tintements de clochettes et des éclats de rires lointains, dont on aurait dit qu'ils exprimaient la joie des elfes sylvestres, convergeaient de toutes les directions.

— Oh, Diana, souffla Anne en serrant la main de sa camarade sous la couverture de fourrure, tout n'est-il pas comme dans un magnifique rêve ? Suis-je toujours la même personne ? Je me sens si différente qu'il me semble que cela doit se voir au fond de mes yeux.

— Tu es très en beauté, dit Diana qui, venant de recevoir un compliment de l'un de ses cousins, sentait qu'elle devait le partager Tu as les plus belles couleurs qui soient.

Le programme ce soir-là était une succession d'émotions fortes pour au moins l'une des auditrices, et, comme Anne en assura Diana, chaque émotion était plus palpitante que la précédente. Lorsque Prissy Andrews, attifée d'une ceinture de soie rose neuve, un rang de perles sur sa gorge blanche et lisse, et de véritables œillets dans les cheveux — la rumeur courait que le maître s'était envoyé tout le chemin jusqu'à la ville pour les lui ramener— " escalada l'échelle glissante, sombre sans la moindre lumière " Anne frissonna dans une complaisance extatique. Quand la chorale entonna " Loin au-dessus des douces Marguerites " Anne regarda le plafond comme s'il eut été couvert de fresque d'anges. Lorsque Sam Sloane entreprit d'expliquer et illustrer " Comment mettre une poule à couver ", Anne se mit à rire jusqu'à ce que ceux qui étaient assis près d'elle rient aussi, davantage entrainés par son rire que par amusement pour une sélection plutôt éculée, même à Avonlea, et quand M. Phillips récita l'oraison funèbre de Marc Antoine devant le corps de César — jetant un coup d'œil sur Prissy Andrew à chaque fin de phrase— Anne sentit qu'elle pourrait se lever et se rebeller sur le champ si un des citoyens romains ouvrait la marche.

Seul un numéro du programme ne réussit pas à capter son intérêt. Lorsque Gilbert Blythe récita " Bingen sur le Rhin ", Anne reprit le livre de la bibliothèque de Rhoda Murrays et le lut jusqu'à ce qu'il ait terminé, restant assise raide et immobile, pendant que Diana applaudissait à en avoir mal aux mains.

Il était onze heures du soir quand elle rentrèrent à la maison, rassasiées de dissipation, mais avec la douceur du plaisir extrême qu'il y aurait à en reparler encore. Tout le monde dormait et la maison était noire et silencieuse. Anne et Diana traversèrent le salon sur la pointe des pieds, un longue pièce étroite au bout de laquelle se trouvait la chambre d'amis. Elle était agréablement chaude et faiblement éclairée par les flammes du foyer.

— Déshabillons-nous ici, dit Diana. — C'est si beau et il fait si bon.

Cela n'a-t-il pas été un moment merveilleux ? soupira Anne avec ravissement. Ce doit être magnifique de se lever et déclamer là. Tu crois qu'on nous le demandera un jour, Diana ?

— Oui, un jour, bien sûr. Ils veulent toujours des grands pour réciter. Gilbert Blythe le fait souvent, et il n'a que deux ans de plus que nous. Oh, Anne, comment peux-tu faire semblant de ne pas l'écouter ? Quand il est arrivé à la ligne, " Il y en a une autre, pas une sœur ", son regard était posé droit sur toi.

— Diana, dit dignement Anne, tu es mon amie intime, mais je ne peux permettre, même à toi de me parler de cette personne. Es-tu prête à aller au lit ? Faisons la course pour voir qui arrivera la première au lit.

La suggestion plut à Diana. Les deux petites silhouettes blanches traversèrent la longue pièce à toute vitesse, filèrent par la porte de la chambre des invités, et bondirent ensemble sur le lit. Alors — une chose —se mit à bouger en dessous d'elle, il y eut un halètement et un cri et quelqu'un dit d'une voix étouffée : "Oh Mon Dieu ! "

Anne et Diana furent incapables de dire exactement comment elles sortirent du lit et de la pièce. Elles purent juste se rendre compte qu'après une course effrénée, elles se retrouvèrent toutes tremblantes marchant à pas de loup à l'étage.

— Oh, qui était-ce... qu'est-ce que c'était ? soupira Anne en claquant des dents de froid et de frayeur.

— C'était Tante Joséphine, répondit Diana en riant. — Oh, Anne, c'était tante Joséphine, peu importe comment elle était là. Oh, je sais qu'elle va être furieuse. C'est terrible... c'est vraiment terrible... mais as-tu jamais vu quelque chose d'aussi drôle, Anne ?

— Qui est cette tante Joséphine ?

C'est la tante de mon père et elle vit à Charlotteville. Elle est affreusement vieille... certainement soixante-dix ans... et je ne pense pas qu'elle ait jamais eu de petite fille. Nous attendions sa venue, mais pas si tôt. Elle est extrêmement collet monté et sera horriblement fâchée de cette histoire, je le sais. Eh bien, nous allons devoir dormir avec Minnie May... et tu n'imagines pas à quel point elle est remuante.

Le lendemain, Mademoiselle Joséphine Barry ne se présenta au petit déjeuner matinal. Mme Barry souriait gentiment aux deux fillettes.

— Vous êtes-vous bien amusées hier soir ? J'ai essayé de rester éveillée jusqu'à votre retour car je voulais vous dire que tante Joséphine était arrivée et que vous alliez finalement devoir dormir en haut, mais j'étais si fatiguée que je me suis endormie. J'espère que tu n'as pas dérangé ta tante, Diana.

Diana garda un silence discret, mais Anne et elle échangèrent par dessus la table des sourires furtifs d'une gaieté coupable. Après le petit déjeuner, Anne rentra rapidement chez elle et demeura donc dans la bienheureuse ignorance du remue-ménage qui régnait dans la maison des Barry, et ce jusqu'en fin d'après-midi quand elle se rendit chez Mme Lynde faire une course pour Marilla.

— Alors, Diana et toi avez pratiquement tué de frayeur cette pauvre vieille mademoiselle Barry, la nuit dernière ? demanda Mme Lynde d'un air sévère mais avec une lueur dans le regard. Mme Barry était ici il y a quelques minutes, en route pour Carmody. Elle semblait être très inquiète. La vieille mademoiselle Barry était d'une humeur massacrante quand elle s'est levée ce matin... et les humeurs de Joséphine Barry ce n'est pas de la tarte, je peux te le dire. Elle n'a pas voulu adresser la parole à Diana.

— Diana n'est pas fautive, dit Anne d'un air contrit. C'est moi. J'ai proposé de faire la course pour voir qui serait la première dans le lit.

— Je sais ! dit Mme Lynde jubilant d'avoir vu juste. Je savais que cette idée venait de toi. Eh bien, je peux te dire que ça a causé beaucoup de problèmes. La vieille Mlle Barry est venue pour séjourner pendant un mois, mais elle déclare qu'elle ne restera pas un jour de plus et retournera en ville demain, dimanche et un point c'est tout. Elle serait partie aujourd'hui même s'ils avaient pu l'emmener. Elle avait promis de payer pour un trimestre des leçons de musique à Diana, mais à présent elle est déterminée à ne rien offrir du tout pour un tel garçon manqué. Oh, j'imagine que ça n'a pas dû être triste là-bas ce matin. Les Barry doivent être peinés. La vieille Mlle Barry est riche et ils aimeraient rester dans ses bonnes grâces. Bien sûr, Mme Barry ne me l'a pas dit ainsi, mais je suis un très bon juge de la nature humaine, tu sais.

— Je suis si malchanceuse, pleurnicha Anne. Je suis toujours en train de me mettre dans le pétrin et d'y mettre également mes meilleures amies — des gens pour qui je donnerais ma vie. Pouvez-vous m'expliquer pourquoi c'est ainsi, Mme Lynde ?

— C'est parce que tu es trop spontanée et impulsive, mon enfant, voilà tout. Tu n'arrêtes pas de penser à des choses — quelque soit ce qui te passe par la tête, que ce soit à dire ou à faire, tu le dis ou tu le fais sans réfléchir un seul instant.

— Oh, mais c'est ce qu'il y a de mieux, protesta Anne. Il y a juste quelque chose qui clignote dans ta tête, si excitant, et il faut que ça sorte. Si tu arrêtes d'y penser, ça gâche tout. N'avez vous jamais eu ce sentiment, Mme Lynde ?

Non, ça n'était pas arrivé à Mme Lynde. Elle secoua sagement la tête.

C'est pourquoi tu dois apprendre à réfléchir un peu, Anne. Le proverbe que tu dois appliquer est " Tourne sept fois ta langue dans ta bouche avant de parler " — surtout pour les chambres d'amis.

Mme Lynde rit gentiment à cette petite plaisanterie, mais Anne resta pensive. Elle ne trouvait rien de drôle à cette situation, qui à ses yeux semblait très grave. En quittant Mme Lynde, elle partit à travers champs vers la Colline aux Vergers. Diana vint à sa rencontre à la porte de la cuisine.

— Tante Joséphine était très contrariée pour ça, n'est-ce pas ? souffla Anne .

— Oui, répondit Diana, étouffant un petit rire et en jetant un regard d'appréhension par-dessus son épaule vers la porte fermée du salon. Elle trépignait carrément de rage, Anne. Oh, qu'est-ce qu'elle a rouspété. Elle a dit que j'étais la fille qui se comportait le plus mal qu'elle ait jamais vue et que mes parents devraient avoir honte de la façon dont ils m'avaient élevée. Elle a dit qu'elle ne resterait pas et pour ma part elle peut bien faire comme ça lui chante. Mais ça ne l'était pas pour mon père et ma mère.

— Pourquoi ne leur as-tu pas dit que c'était ma faute ? demanda Anne.

— Ça me ressemble de faire ça, non ? dit Diana avec un petit ricanement. Je ne suis pas une moucharde, Anne Shirley, et de toute façon je suis autant coupable que toi.

— Eh bien, je vais aller le lui dire moi-même, dit Anne résolument.

Diana la dévisagea.

— Anne, ne fais pas une chose pareille ! car... elle va te dévorer toute crue !

— Ne m'effraie pas encore plus que je ne le suis déjà, implora Anne. Je préfèrerais m'avancer devant la bouche d'un canon. Mais il faut que je le fasse, Diana. C'était de ma faute et je dois le confesser. Heureusement, j'ai beaucoup d'expérience en matière de confession.

— Bon, elle est dans sa chambre, répondit Diana. Tu peux y aller si tu veux. Je n'oserais pas. Et je ne crois pas que tu arrangeras les choses.

Sur cet encouragement, Anne pénétra dans la tanière du lion, c'est-à-dire, s'avança résolument jusqu'à la porte du salon et frappa légèrement. Un « entrez » glacial suivit.

Mlle Joséphine Barry, mince, guindée et stricte, tricotait frénétiquement près du feu, sa colère ne semblant pas s'être apaisée et ses yeux lançant des éclairs à travers ses lunettes cerclées d'or. Elle pivota sur sa chaise, s'attendant à voir Diana, et vit une fille au visage livide dont les grands yeux exprimaient un mélange de courage désespéré et de terreur.

— Qui es-tu ? demanda Mlle Josephine Barry sans cérémonie.

— Je suis Anne des Pignons Verts, dit la petite visiteuse tremblante, en joignant les mains comme à son habitude, et je suis venue tout vous avouer, si vous le voulez bien.

— Avouer quoi ?

— Que c'est ma faute si nous avons sauté sur votre lit hier soir. C'était mon idée. Diana n'aurait jamais eu une telle idée, je peux vous l'assurer. Diana est très bien éduquée, Mlle Barry. Vous devez donc comprendre à quel point c'est injuste de lui en tenir rigueur.

— Oh, je dois, pfff ? Je pense plutôt que Diana s'en est donné à cœur joie en sautant. De tels débordements dans une maison respectable !

— Mais c'était seulement pour nous amuser, insista Anne. Je pense que vous devriez nous pardonner, Mlle Barry, maintenant que nous nous sommes excusées. Et surtout, s'il vous plaît pardonnez à Diana et laissez-la prendre ses leçons de musique. Les leçons de musique tiennent à cœur à Diana, Mlle Barry, et je sais trop ce que c'est que d'avoir à cœur une chose et de ne pas l'avoir. Si vous devez être en colère après quelqu'un, soyez le contre moi. J'ai été tellement habituée quand j'étais petite à avoir des gens en colère contre moi que je peux le supporter beaucoup mieux que Diana.

Une grande partie de la tension s'était évanouie des yeux de la vieille dame à ce moment-là, remplacée par une lueur d'intérêt amusé. Mais elle répondit toujours sévèrement : — Je ne pense pas que ce soit une excuse valable que d'avoir voulu vous amuser. Les petites filles ne se laissaient jamais aller à ce genre d'amusement quand j'étais jeune. Vous ignorez ce que c'est que d'être tirée d'un sommeil profond, après un long et pénible voyage, par deux grandes filles qui viennent rebondir sur vous.

— Je l'ignore, mais je peux imaginer, dit Anne avec enthousiasme. Je suis sûre que ça a dû être très désagréable. Mais alors, il y a notre côté aussi. Avez-vous de l'imagination, Mlle Barry ? Si c'est le cas, alors mettez-vous simplement à notre place. Nous ne savions pas qu'il y avait quelqu'un dans le lit, et vous nous avez fait peur bleue. C'était vraiment horrible la façon dont nous sommes retombées. Et puis nous n'avons pas pu coucher dans la chambre d'amis comme on nous l'avait promis. Je suppose que vous avez l'habitude de dormir dans des chambres d'amis? Mais pensez à ce que vous ressentiriez si vous étiez une petite orpheline qui n'a jamais eu cet honneur.

Du coup toute la tension était retombée. Mademoiselle Barry riait maintenant — un son qui fit pousser à Diana, qui attendait avec une anxiété muette à l'extérieur dans la cuisine, un gros soupir de soulagement.

— Je crains que mon imagination ne soit un peu rouillée... elle n'a pas servi depuis si longtemps, dit-elle. J'oserais dire que ta demande d'indulgence est juste aussi intense que la mienne. Tout dépend de quel point de vue nous nous plaçons. Assieds-toi ici et parle moi de toi.

— Je suis vraiment désolée, je ne peux pas, répondit fermement Anne. Je voudrais bien car vous avez l'air d'une dame intéressante, et vous pourriez même être un âme sœur, bien que vous n'en ayez pas l'apparence. Mais c'est mon devoir de rentrer à la maison chez Marilla Cuthbert. Mademoiselle Marilla Cuthbert est une dame très gentille qui m'a prise pour me donner une bonne éducation. Elle fait de son mieux, mais c'est une tâche très ingrate. Vous ne devez pas lui en vouloir parce que j'ai sauté sur le lit. Mais avant de partir je veux vraiment que vous me disiez que vous pardonnez à Diana et que vous resterez aussi longtemps que prévu à Avonlea.

— Je crois que je le ferais peut-être si tu reviens discuter avec moi à l'occasion, dit Mlle Barry.

Ce soir-là Mlle Barry donna à Diana un bracelet en jonc d'argent et annonça aux membre adultes de la maisonnée qu'elle avait défait ses valises.

— J'ai résolu de rester simplement dans le but faire plus ample connaissance avec la petite Anne, annonça-t-elle sans détour. Elle m'amuse, et à mon âge, une personne amusante est une rareté.

Le seul commentaire de Marilla quand elle eu vent de l'histoire fut, — Je te l'avais bien dit. Ce fut tout bénéfice pour Matthew.

Mlle Barry y passa le mois sans discontinuer. Ce fut une invitée plus agréable que d'habitude, car Anne la mettait de bonne humeur. Elles devinrent âmes sœurs.

Lorsque Miss Barry repartit elle dit : — Rappelle-toi, ma petite Anne, quand tu iras à la ville tu viendras me voir, et je te donnerai ma plus belle chambre d'amis pour dormir.

— Finalement Mlle Barry est une âme sœur, confia Anne à Marilla. On ne le dirait pas en la voyant, mais c'en est une. Tu ne le vois pas au premier coup d'œil, comme pour Matthew, mais après coup tu finis par t'en rendre compte. Les âmes sœurs ne sont pas si rares que je le croyais. C'est formidable de voir qu'il y en a autant au monde.
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CHAPTER XIX.
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A CONCERT, A CATASTROPHE, AND A CONFESSION.
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Marilla, can I go over to see Diana just for a minute?"
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asked Anne, running breathlessly down from the east gable one February evening.
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"I don't see what you want to be traipsing about after dark for," said Marilla shortly.
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So I don't think you're very badly off to see her again."
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"But she wants to see me," pleaded Anne.
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"She has something very important to tell me."
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"How do you know she has?"
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unit 11
"Because she just signalled to me from her window.
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We have arranged a way to signal with our candles and cardboard.
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We set the candle on the window-sill and make flashes by passing the cardboard back and forth.
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So many flashes mean a certain thing.
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It was my idea, Marilla."
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"I'll warrant you it was," said Marilla emphatically.
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"And the next thing you'll be setting fire to the curtains with your signalling nonsense."
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"Oh, we're very careful, Marilla.
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And it's so interesting.
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Two flashes mean, 'Are you there?'
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Three mean 'yes' and four 'no.'
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Five mean, 'Come over as soon as possible, because I have something important to reveal.'
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Diana has just signalled five flashes, and I'm really suffering to know what it is."
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"Well, you needn't suffer any longer," said Marilla sarcastically.
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"You can go, but you're to be back here in just ten minutes, remember that."
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But at least she had made good use of them.
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"Oh, Marilla, what do you think?
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You know to-morrow is Diana's birthday.
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And they are going to take Diana and me to the concert—if you'll let me go, that is.
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You will, won't you, Marilla?
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Oh, I feel so excited."
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"You can calm down then, because you're not going.
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"I'm sure the Debating Club is a most respectable affair," pleaded Anne.
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"I'm not saying it isn't.
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But you're not going to begin gadding about to concerts and staying out all hours of the night.
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unit 40
Pretty doings for children.
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unit 41
I'm surprised at Mrs. Barry's letting Diana go."
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unit 42
"But it's such a very special occasion," mourned Anne, on the verge of tears.
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"Diana has only one birthday in a year.
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It isn't as if birthdays were common things, Marilla.
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Prissy Andrews is going to recite 'Curfew Must Not Ring To-night.'
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That is such a good moral piece, Marilla, I'm sure it would do me lots of good to hear it.
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And the choir are going to sing four lovely pathetic songs that are pretty near as good as hymns.
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That will be just about the same thing as a sermon.
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Please, mayn't I go, Marilla?"
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unit 51
"You heard what I said, Anne, didn't you?
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Take off your boots now and go to bed.
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unit 53
It's past eight."
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"Mrs. Barry told Diana that we might sleep in the spare-room bed.
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Think of the honour of your little Anne being put in the spare-room bed."
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"It's an honour you'll have to get along without.
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Go to bed, Anne, and don't let me hear another word out of you."
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"I don't then," retorted Marilla.
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unit 61
"Who's bringing this child up, Matthew, you or me?"
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"Well now, you," admitted Matthew.
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unit 63
"Don't interfere then."
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unit 64
"Well now, I ain't interfering.
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unit 65
It ain't interfering to have your own opinion.
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And my opinion is that you ought to let Anne go."
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"I might have let her spend the night with Diana, if that was all.
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But I don't approve of this concert plan.
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It would unsettle her for a week.
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I understand that child's disposition and what's good for it better than you, Matthew."
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"I think you ought to let Anne go," repeated Matthew firmly.
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Argument was not his strong point, but holding fast to his opinion certainly was.
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Marilla gave a gasp of helplessness and took refuge in silence.
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For a moment Marilla looked things not lawful to be uttered.
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Anne flew out of the pantry, dripping dish-cloth in hand.
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"Oh, Marilla, Marilla, say those blessed words again."
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"I guess once is enough to say them.
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This is Matthew's doings and I wash my hands of it.
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Anne Shirley, you're dripping greasy water all over the floor.
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I never saw such a careless child."
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"Oh, I know I'm a great trial to you, Marilla," said Anne repentantly.
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"I make so many mistakes.
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But then just think of all the mistakes I don't make, although I might.
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I'll get some sand and scrub up the spots before I go to school.
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Oh, Marilla, my heart was just set on going to that concert.
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You didn't know just how I felt about it, but you see Matthew did.
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Matthew understands me, and it's so nice to be understood, Marilla."
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Anne was too excited to do herself justice as to lessons that morning in school.
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Gilbert Blythe spelled her down in class and left her clear out of sight in mental arithmetic.
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Carrie Sloane cried into her grammar all the afternoon and felt that life was not worth living.
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At last they were ready, cheeks scarlet and eyes glowing with excitement.
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But she remembered in time that she had an imagination and could use it.
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Do I really look the same as usual?
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I feel so different that it seems to me it must show in my looks."
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"You've got the loveliest colour."
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Only one number on the programme failed to interest her.
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Everybody seemed asleep and the house was dark and silent.
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Anne and Diana tiptoed into the parlour, a long narrow room out of which the spare room opened.
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It was pleasantly warm and dimly lighted by the embers of a fire in the grate.
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"Let's undress here," said Diana.
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"It's so nice and warm."
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"Hasn't it been a delightful time?"
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sighed Anne rapturously.
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It must be splendid to get up and recite there.
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Do you suppose we will ever be asked to do it, Diana?"
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"Yes, of course, some day.
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They're always wanting the big scholars to recite.
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Gilbert Blythe does often and he's only two years older than us.
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Oh, Anne, how could you pretend not to listen to him?
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When he came to the line, "'There's another, not a sister,' he looked right down at you."
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Are you ready for bed?
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Let's run a race and see who'll get to the bed first."
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The suggestion appealed to Diana.
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Anne and Diana were never able to tell just how they got off that bed and out of the room.
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They only knew that after one frantic rush they found themselves tiptoeing shiveringly up-stairs.
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"Oh, who was it—what was it?"
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whispered Anne, her teeth chattering with cold and fright.
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"It was Aunt Josephine," said Diana, gasping with laughter.
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"Oh, Anne, it was Aunt Josephine, however she came to be there.
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Oh, and I know she will be furious.
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It's dreadful—it's really dreadful—but did you ever know anything so funny, Anne?"
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"Who is your Aunt Josephine?"
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"She's father's aunt and she lives in Charlottetown.
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She's awfully old—seventy anyhow—and I don't believe she was ever a little girl.
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We were expecting her out for a visit, but not so soon.
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She's awfully prim and proper and she'll scold dreadfully about this, I know.
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Well, we'll have to sleep with Minnie May—and you can't think how she kicks."
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Miss Josephine Barry did not appear at the early breakfast the next morning.
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Mrs. Barry smiled kindly at the two little girls.
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"Did you have a good time last night?
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I hope you didn't disturb your aunt, Diana."
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"So you and Diana nearly frightened poor old Miss Barry to death last night?"
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said Mrs. Lynde severely, but with a twinkle in her eye.
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"Mrs. Barry was here a few minutes ago on her way to Carmody.
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She's feeling real worried over it.
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She wouldn't speak to Diana at all."
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"It wasn't Diana's fault," said Anne contritely.
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"It was mine.
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I suggested racing to see who would get into bed first."
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"I knew it!"
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said Mrs. Lynde with the exultation of a correct guesser.
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"I knew that idea came out of your head.
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Well, it's made a nice lot of trouble, that's what.
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She'd have gone to-day if they could have taken her.
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Oh, I guess they had a lively time of it there this morning.
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The Barrys must feel cut up.
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Old Miss Barry is rich and they'd like to keep on the good side of her.
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"I'm such an unlucky girl," mourned Anne.
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Can you tell me why it is so, Mrs.
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Lynde?"
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"It's because you're too heedless and impulsive, child, that's what.
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"Oh, but that's the best of it," protested Anne.
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"Something just flashes into your mind, so exciting, and you must out with it.
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If you stop to think it over you spoil it all.
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Haven't you never felt that yourself, Mrs.
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Lynde?"
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No, Mrs. Lynde had not.
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She shook her head sagely.
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"You must learn to think a little, Anne, that's what.
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The proverb you need to go by is 'Look before you leap'—especially into spare-room beds."
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Mrs. Lynde laughed comfortably over her mild joke, but Anne remained pensive.
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She saw nothing to laugh at it in the situation, which to her eyes appeared very serious.
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When she left Mrs. Lynde's she took her way across the crusted fields to Orchard Slope.
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Diana met her at the kitchen door.
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"Your Aunt Josephine was very cross about it, wasn't she?"
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whispered Anne.
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"She was fairly dancing with rage, Anne.
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Oh, how she scolded.
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She says she won't stay and I'm sure I don't care.
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But father and mother do."
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"Why didn't you tell them it was my fault?"
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demanded Anne.
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"It's likely I'd do such a thing, isn't it?"
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said Diana with just scorn.
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"I'm no telltale, Anne Shirley, and anyhow I was just as much to blame as you."
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"Well, I'm going in to tell her myself," said Anne resolutely.
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Diana stared.
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"Anne Shirley, you'd never!
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why—she'll eat you alive!"
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"Don't frighten me any more than I am frightened," implored Anne.
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"I'd rather walk up to a cannon's mouth.
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But I've got to do it, Diana.
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It was my fault and I've got to confess.
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I've had practice in confessing fortunately."
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"Well, she's in the room," said Diana.
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"You can go in if you want to.
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I wouldn't dare.
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And I don't believe you'll do a bit of good."
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A sharp "Come in" followed.
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"Who are you?"
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demanded Miss Josephine Barry without ceremony.
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"Confess what?"
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"That it was all my fault about jumping into bed on you last night.
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I suggested it.
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Diana would never have thought of such a thing, I am sure.
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Diana is a very lady-like girl, Miss Barry.
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So you must see how unjust it is to blame her."
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"Oh, I must, hey?
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I rather think Diana did her share of the jumping at least.
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Such carryings-on in a respectable house!"
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"But we were only in fun," persisted Anne.
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"I think you ought to forgive us, Miss Barry, now that we've apologized.
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And anyhow, please forgive Diana and let her have her music lessons.
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If you must be cross with any one, be cross with me.
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But she still said severely: "I don't think it is any excuse for you that you were only in fun.
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Little girls never indulged in that kind of fun when I was young.
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"I don't know, but I can imagine," said Anne eagerly.
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"I'm sure it must have been very disturbing.
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But then, there is our side of it too.
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Have you any imagination, Miss Barry?
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If you have, just put yourself in our place.
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We didn't know there was anybody in that bed and you nearly scared us to death.
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It was simply awful the way we felt.
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And then we couldn't sleep in the spare room after being promised.
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I suppose you are used to sleeping in spare rooms.
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All the snap had gone by this time.
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"I'm afraid my imagination is a little rusty—it's so long since I used it," she said.
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I dare say your claim to sympathy is just as strong as mine.
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It all depends on the way we look at it.
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Sit down here and tell me about yourself."
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"I am very sorry I can't," said Anne firmly.
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But it is my duty to go home to Miss Marilla Cuthbert.
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Miss Marilla Cuthbert is a very kind lady who has taken me to bring up properly.
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She is doing her best, but it is very discouraging work.
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You must not blame her because I jumped on the bed.
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"I think perhaps I will if you will come over and talk to me occasionally," said Miss Barry.
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"She amuses me, and at my time of life an amusing person is a rarity."
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Marilla's only comment when she heard the story was, "I told you so."
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This was for Matthew's benefit.
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Miss Barry stayed her month out and over.
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She was a more agreeable guest than usual, for Anne kept her in good humour.
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They became firm friends.
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"Miss Barry was a kindred spirit, after all," Anne confided to Marilla.
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"You wouldn't think so to look at her, but she is.
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You don't find it right out at first, as in Matthew's case, but after awhile you come to see it.
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Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think.
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It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
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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 7 months, 1 week ago

CHAPTER XIX.

A CONCERT, A CATASTROPHE, AND A CONFESSION.

Marilla, can I go over to see Diana just for a minute?" asked Anne, running breathlessly down from the east gable one February evening.

"I don't see what you want to be traipsing about after dark for," said Marilla shortly. "You and Diana walked home from school together and then stood down there in the snow for half an hour more, your tongues going the whole blessed time, clickety-clack. So I don't think you're very badly off to see her again."

"But she wants to see me," pleaded Anne. "She has something very important to tell me."

"How do you know she has?"

"Because she just signalled to me from her window. We have arranged a way to signal with our candles and cardboard. We set the candle on the window-sill and make flashes by passing the cardboard back and forth. So many flashes mean a certain thing. It was my idea, Marilla."

"I'll warrant you it was," said Marilla emphatically. "And the next thing you'll be setting fire to the curtains with your signalling nonsense."

"Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes mean, 'Are you there?' Three mean 'yes' and four 'no.' Five mean, 'Come over as soon as possible, because I have something important to reveal.' Diana has just signalled five flashes, and I'm really suffering to know what it is."

"Well, you needn't suffer any longer," said Marilla sarcastically. "You can go, but you're to be back here in just ten minutes, remember that."

Anne did remember it and was back in the stipulated time, although probably no mortal will ever know just what it cost her to confine the discussion of Diana's important communication within the limits of ten minutes. But at least she had made good use of them.

"Oh, Marilla, what do you think? You know to-morrow is Diana's birthday. Well, her mother told her she could ask me to go home with her from school and stay all night with her. And her cousins are coming over from Newbridge in a big pung sleigh to go to the Debating Club concert at the hall to-morrow night. And they are going to take Diana and me to the concert—if you'll let me go, that is. You will, won't you, Marilla? Oh, I feel so excited."

"You can calm down then, because you're not going. You're better at home in your own bed, and as for that Club concert, it's all nonsense, and little girls should not be allowed to go out to such places at all."

"I'm sure the Debating Club is a most respectable affair," pleaded Anne.

"I'm not saying it isn't. But you're not going to begin gadding about to concerts and staying out all hours of the night. Pretty doings for children. I'm surprised at Mrs. Barry's letting Diana go."

"But it's such a very special occasion," mourned Anne, on the verge of tears. "Diana has only one birthday in a year. It isn't as if birthdays were common things, Marilla. Prissy Andrews is going to recite 'Curfew Must Not Ring To-night.' That is such a good moral piece, Marilla, I'm sure it would do me lots of good to hear it. And the choir are going to sing four lovely pathetic songs that are pretty near as good as hymns. And oh, Marilla, the minister is going to take part; yes, indeed, he is; he's going to give an address. That will be just about the same thing as a sermon. Please, mayn't I go, Marilla?"

"You heard what I said, Anne, didn't you? Take off your boots now and go to bed. It's past eight."

"There's just one more thing, Marilla," said Anne, with the air of producing the last shot in her locker. "Mrs. Barry told Diana that we might sleep in the spare-room bed. Think of the honour of your little Anne being put in the spare-room bed."

"It's an honour you'll have to get along without. Go to bed, Anne, and don't let me hear another word out of you."

When Anne, with tears rolling over her cheeks, had gone sorrowfully up-stairs, Matthew, who had been apparently sound asleep on the lounge during the whole dialogue, opened his eyes and said decidedly:

"Well now, Marilla, I think you ought to let Anne go.

"I don't then," retorted Marilla. "Who's bringing this child up, Matthew, you or me?"

"Well now, you," admitted Matthew.

"Don't interfere then."

"Well now, I ain't interfering. It ain't interfering to have your own opinion. And my opinion is that you ought to let Anne go."

"You'd think I ought to let Anne go to the moon if she took the notion, I've no doubt," was Marilla's amiable rejoinder. "I might have let her spend the night with Diana, if that was all. But I don't approve of this concert plan. She'd go there and catch cold like as not, and have her head filled up with nonsense and excitement. It would unsettle her for a week. I understand that child's disposition and what's good for it better than you, Matthew."

"I think you ought to let Anne go," repeated Matthew firmly. Argument was not his strong point, but holding fast to his opinion certainly was. Marilla gave a gasp of helplessness and took refuge in silence. The next morning, when Anne was washing the breakfast dishes in the pantry, Matthew paused on his way out to the barn to say to Marilla again:

"I think you ought to let Anne go, Marilla."

For a moment Marilla looked things not lawful to be uttered. Then she yielded to the inevitable and said tartly:

"Very well, she can go, since nothing else'll please you."

Anne flew out of the pantry, dripping dish-cloth in hand.

"Oh, Marilla, Marilla, say those blessed words again."

"I guess once is enough to say them. This is Matthew's doings and I wash my hands of it. If you catch pneumonia sleeping in a strange bed or coming out of that hot hall in the middle of the night, don't blame me, blame Matthew. Anne Shirley, you're dripping greasy water all over the floor. I never saw such a careless child."

"Oh, I know I'm a great trial to you, Marilla," said Anne repentantly. "I make so many mistakes. But then just think of all the mistakes I don't make, although I might. I'll get some sand and scrub up the spots before I go to school. Oh, Marilla, my heart was just set on going to that concert. I never was to a concert in my life, and when the other girls talk about them in school I feel so out of it. You didn't know just how I felt about it, but you see Matthew did. Matthew understands me, and it's so nice to be understood, Marilla."

Anne was too excited to do herself justice as to lessons that morning in school. Gilbert Blythe spelled her down in class and left her clear out of sight in mental arithmetic. Anne's consequent humiliation was less than it might have been, however, in view of the concert and the spare-room bed. She and Diana talked so constantly about it all day that with a stricter teacher than Mr. Phillips dire disgrace must inevitably have been their portion.

Anne felt that she could not have borne it if she had not been going to the concert, for nothing else was discussed that day in school. The Avonlea Debating Club, which met fortnightly all winter, had had several smaller free entertainments; but this was to be a big affair, admission ten cents, in aid of the library. The Avonlea young people had been practising for weeks, and all the scholars were especially interested in it by reason of older brothers and sisters who were going to take part. Everybody in school over nine years of age expected to go, except Carrie Sloane, whose father shared Marilla's opinions about small girls going out to night concerts. Carrie Sloane cried into her grammar all the afternoon and felt that life was not worth living.

For Anne the real excitement began with the dismissal of school and increased therefrom in crescendo until it reached to a crash of positive ecstasy in the concert itself. They had a "perfectly elegant tea;" and then came the delicious occupation of dressing in Diana's little room up-stairs, Diana did Anne's front hair in the new pompadour style and Anne tied Diana's bows with the especial knack she possessed; and they experimented with at least half a dozen different ways of arranging their back hair. At last they were ready, cheeks scarlet and eyes glowing with excitement.

True, Anne could not help a little pang when she contrasted her plain black tam and shapeless, tight-sleeved, home-made gray cloth coat with Diana's jaunty fur cap and smart little jacket. But she remembered in time that she had an imagination and could use it.

Then Diana's cousins, the Murrays from Newbridge, came; they all crowded into the big pung sleigh, among straw and furry robes. Anne revelled in the drive to the hall, slipping along over the satin-smooth roads with the snow crisping under the runners. There was a magnificent sunset, and the snowy hills and deep blue water of the St. Lawrence Gulf seemed to rim in the splendour like a huge bowl of pearl and sapphire brimmed with wine and fire. Tinkles of sleigh-bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood elves, came from every quarter.

"Oh, Diana," breathed Anne, squeezing Diana's mittened hand under the fur robe, "isn't it all like a beautiful dream? Do I really look the same as usual? I feel so different that it seems to me it must show in my looks."

"You look awfully nice," said Diana, who having just received a compliment from one of her cousins, felt that she ought to pass it on. "You've got the loveliest colour."

The programme that night was a series of "thrills" for at least one listener in the audience, and, as Anne assured Diana, every succeeding thrill was thrillier than the last. When Prissy Andrews, attired in a new pink silk waist with a string of pearls about her smooth white throat and real carnations in her hair—rumour whispered that the master had sent all the way to town for them for her—"climbed the slimy ladder, dark without one ray of light," Anne shivered in luxurious sympathy; when the choir sang "Far Above the Gentle Daisies" Anne gazed at the ceiling as if it were frescoed with angels; when Sam Sloane proceeded to explain and illustrate "How Sockery Set a Hen" Anne laughed until people sitting near her laughed too, more out of sympathy with her than with amusement at a selection that was rather threadbare even in Avonlea; and when Mr. Phillips gave Mark Antony's oration over the dead body of Cæsar in the most heart-stirring tones—looking at Prissy Andrews at the end of every sentence—Anne felt that she could rise and mutiny on the spot if but one Roman citizen led the way.

Only one number on the programme failed to interest her. When Gilbert Blythe recited "Bingen on the Rhine" Anne picked up Rhoda Murray's library book and read it until he had finished, when she sat rigidly stiff and motionless while Diana clapped her hands until they tingled.

It was eleven when they got home, sated with dissipation, but with the exceeding sweet pleasure of talking it all over still to come. Everybody seemed asleep and the house was dark and silent. Anne and Diana tiptoed into the parlour, a long narrow room out of which the spare room opened. It was pleasantly warm and dimly lighted by the embers of a fire in the grate.

"Let's undress here," said Diana. "It's so nice and warm."

"Hasn't it been a delightful time?" sighed Anne rapturously. It must be splendid to get up and recite there. Do you suppose we will ever be asked to do it, Diana?"

"Yes, of course, some day. They're always wanting the big scholars to recite. Gilbert Blythe does often and he's only two years older than us. Oh, Anne, how could you pretend not to listen to him? When he came to the line,
"'There's another, not a sister,'

he looked right down at you."

"Diana," said Anne with dignity, "you are my bosom friend, but I cannot allow even you to speak to me of that person. Are you ready for bed? Let's run a race and see who'll get to the bed first."

The suggestion appealed to Diana. The two little white-clad figures flew down the long room, through the spare-room door, and bounded on the bed at the same moment. And then—something—moved beneath them, there was a gasp and a cry—and somebody said in muffled accents:

"Merciful goodness!"

Anne and Diana were never able to tell just how they got off that bed and out of the room. They only knew that after one frantic rush they found themselves tiptoeing shiveringly up-stairs.

"Oh, who was it—what was it?" whispered Anne, her teeth chattering with cold and fright.

"It was Aunt Josephine," said Diana, gasping with laughter. "Oh, Anne, it was Aunt Josephine, however she came to be there. Oh, and I know she will be furious. It's dreadful—it's really dreadful—but did you ever know anything so funny, Anne?"

"Who is your Aunt Josephine?"

"She's father's aunt and she lives in Charlottetown. She's awfully old—seventy anyhow—and I don't believe she was ever a little girl. We were expecting her out for a visit, but not so soon. She's awfully prim and proper and she'll scold dreadfully about this, I know. Well, we'll have to sleep with Minnie May—and you can't think how she kicks."

Miss Josephine Barry did not appear at the early breakfast the next morning. Mrs. Barry smiled kindly at the two little girls.

"Did you have a good time last night? I tried to stay awake until you came home, for I wanted to tell you Aunt Josephine had come and that you would have to go up-stairs after all, but I was so tired I fell asleep. I hope you didn't disturb your aunt, Diana."

Diana preserved a discreet silence, but she and Anne exchanged furtive smiles of guilty amusement across the table. Anne hurried home after breakfast and so remained in blissful ignorance of the disturbance which presently resulted in the Barry household until the late afternoon, when she went down to Mrs. Lynde's on an errand for Marilla.

"So you and Diana nearly frightened poor old Miss Barry to death last night?" said Mrs. Lynde severely, but with a twinkle in her eye. "Mrs. Barry was here a few minutes ago on her way to Carmody. She's feeling real worried over it. Old Miss Barry was in a terrible temper when she got up this morning—and Josephine Barry's temper is no joke, I can tell you that. She wouldn't speak to Diana at all."

"It wasn't Diana's fault," said Anne contritely. "It was mine. I suggested racing to see who would get into bed first."

"I knew it!" said Mrs. Lynde with the exultation of a correct guesser. "I knew that idea came out of your head. Well, it's made a nice lot of trouble, that's what. Old Miss Barry came out to stay for a month, but she declares she won't stay another day and is going right back to town to-morrow, Sunday and all as it is. She'd have gone to-day if they could have taken her. She had promised to pay for a quarter's music lessons for Diana, but now she is determined to do nothing at all for such a tomboy. Oh, I guess they had a lively time of it there this morning. The Barrys must feel cut up. Old Miss Barry is rich and they'd like to keep on the good side of her. Of course, Mrs. Barry didn't say just that to me, but I'm a pretty good judge of human nature, that's what."

"I'm such an unlucky girl," mourned Anne. "I'm always getting into scrapes myself and getting my best friends—people I'd shed my heart's blood for—into them, too. Can you tell me why it is so, Mrs. Lynde?"

"It's because you're too heedless and impulsive, child, that's what. You never stop to think—whatever comes into your head to say or do you say or do it without a moment's reflection."

"Oh, but that's the best of it," protested Anne. "Something just flashes into your mind, so exciting, and you must out with it. If you stop to think it over you spoil it all. Haven't you never felt that yourself, Mrs. Lynde?"

No, Mrs. Lynde had not. She shook her head sagely.

"You must learn to think a little, Anne, that's what. The proverb you need to go by is 'Look before you leap'—especially into spare-room beds."

Mrs. Lynde laughed comfortably over her mild joke, but Anne remained pensive. She saw nothing to laugh at it in the situation, which to her eyes appeared very serious. When she left Mrs. Lynde's she took her way across the crusted fields to Orchard Slope. Diana met her at the kitchen door.

"Your Aunt Josephine was very cross about it, wasn't she?" whispered Anne.

"Yes," answered Diana, stifling a giggle with an apprehensive glance over her shoulder at the closed sitting-room door. "She was fairly dancing with rage, Anne. Oh, how she scolded. She said I was the worst-behaved girl she ever saw and that my parents ought to be ashamed of the way they had brought me up. She says she won't stay and I'm sure I don't care. But father and mother do."

"Why didn't you tell them it was my fault?" demanded Anne.

"It's likely I'd do such a thing, isn't it?" said Diana with just scorn. "I'm no telltale, Anne Shirley, and anyhow I was just as much to blame as you."

"Well, I'm going in to tell her myself," said Anne resolutely.

Diana stared.

"Anne Shirley, you'd never! why—she'll eat you alive!"

"Don't frighten me any more than I am frightened," implored Anne. "I'd rather walk up to a cannon's mouth. But I've got to do it, Diana. It was my fault and I've got to confess. I've had practice in confessing fortunately."

"Well, she's in the room," said Diana. "You can go in if you want to. I wouldn't dare. And I don't believe you'll do a bit of good."

With this encouragement Anne bearded the lion in its den—that is to say, walked resolutely up to the sitting-room door and knocked faintly. A sharp "Come in" followed.

Miss Josephine Barry, thin, prim and rigid, was knitting fiercely by the fire, her wrath quite unappeased and her eyes snapping through her gold-rimmed glasses. She wheeled around in her chair, expecting to see Diana, and beheld a white-faced girl whose great eyes were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror.

"Who are you?" demanded Miss Josephine Barry without ceremony.

"I'm Anne of Green Gables," said the small visitor tremulously, clasping her hands with her characteristic gesture, "and I've come to confess, if you please."

"Confess what?"

"That it was all my fault about jumping into bed on you last night. I suggested it. Diana would never have thought of such a thing, I am sure. Diana is a very lady-like girl, Miss Barry. So you must see how unjust it is to blame her."

"Oh, I must, hey? I rather think Diana did her share of the jumping at least. Such carryings-on in a respectable house!"

"But we were only in fun," persisted Anne. "I think you ought to forgive us, Miss Barry, now that we've apologized. And anyhow, please forgive Diana and let her have her music lessons. Diana's heart is set on her music lessons, Miss Barry, and I know too well what it is to set your heart on a thing and not get it. If you must be cross with any one, be cross with me. I've been so used in my early days to having people cross at me that I can endure it much better than Diana can."

Much of the snap had gone out of the old lady's eyes by this time and was replaced by a twinkle of amused interest. But she still said severely:

"I don't think it is any excuse for you that you were only in fun. Little girls never indulged in that kind of fun when I was young. You don't know what it is to be awakened out of a sound sleep, after a long and arduous journey, by two great girls coming bounce down on you."

"I don't know, but I can imagine," said Anne eagerly. "I'm sure it must have been very disturbing. But then, there is our side of it too. Have you any imagination, Miss Barry? If you have, just put yourself in our place. We didn't know there was anybody in that bed and you nearly scared us to death. It was simply awful the way we felt. And then we couldn't sleep in the spare room after being promised. I suppose you are used to sleeping in spare rooms. But just imagine what you would feel like if you were a little orphan girl who had never had such an honour."

All the snap had gone by this time. Miss Barry actually laughed—a sound which caused Diana, waiting in speechless anxiety in the kitchen outside, to give a great gasp of relief.

"I'm afraid my imagination is a little rusty—it's so long since I used it," she said. I dare say your claim to sympathy is just as strong as mine. It all depends on the way we look at it. Sit down here and tell me about yourself."

"I am very sorry I can't," said Anne firmly. "I would like to, because you seem like an interesting lady, and you might even be a kindred spirit although you don't look very much like it. But it is my duty to go home to Miss Marilla Cuthbert. Miss Marilla Cuthbert is a very kind lady who has taken me to bring up properly. She is doing her best, but it is very discouraging work. You must not blame her because I jumped on the bed. But before I go I do wish you would tell me if you will forgive Diana and stay just as long as you meant to in Avonlea."

"I think perhaps I will if you will come over and talk to me occasionally," said Miss Barry.

That evening Miss Barry gave Diana a silver bangle bracelet and told the senior members of the household that she had unpacked her valise.

"I've made up my mind to stay simply for the sake of getting better acquainted with that Anne-girl," she said frankly. "She amuses me, and at my time of life an amusing person is a rarity."

Marilla's only comment when she heard the story was, "I told you so." This was for Matthew's benefit.

Miss Barry stayed her month out and over. She was a more agreeable guest than usual, for Anne kept her in good humour. They became firm friends.

When Miss Barry went away she said:

"Remember, you Anne-girl, when you come to town you're to visit me and I'll put you in my very sparest spare-room bed to sleep."

"Miss Barry was a kindred spirit, after all," Anne confided to Marilla. "You wouldn't think so to look at her, but she is. You don't find it right out at first, as in Matthew's case, but after awhile you come to see it. Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."