"You"d get tired of it," said Marilla, with a sigh.
"I daresay; but just now I feel that it would take me a long time to get tired of it, if it were all as charming as today. Everything loves June.
Davy-boy, why this melancholy November face in blossom-time?"
"I"m just sick and tired of living," said the youthful pessimist.
"At ten years? Dear me, how sad!"
"I"m not making fun," said Davy with dignity. "I"m dis--dis--discouraged"--bringing out the big word with a valiant effort.
"Why and wherefore?" asked Anne, sitting down beside him.
""Cause the new teacher that come when Mr. Holmes got sick give me ten sums to do for Monday. It"ll take me all day tomorrow to do them. It isn"t fair to have to work Sat.u.r.days. Milty Boulter said he wouldn"t do them, but Marilla says I"ve got to. I don"t like Miss Carson a bit."
"Don"t talk like that about your teacher, Davy Keith," said Mrs. Rachel severely. "Miss Carson is a very fine girl. There is no nonsense about her."
"That doesn"t sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them. But I"m inclined to have a better opinion of Miss Carson than you have. I saw her in prayer-meeting last night, and she has a pair of eyes that can"t always look sensible. Now, Davy-boy, take heart of grace. "Tomorrow will bring another day" and I"ll help you with the sums as far as in me lies. Don"t waste this lovely hour "twixt light and dark worrying over arithmetic."
"Well, I won"t," said Davy, brightening up. "If you help me with the sums I"ll have "em done in time to go fishing with Milty. I wish old Aunt Atossa"s funeral was tomorrow instead of today. I wanted to go to it "cause Milty said his mother said Aunt Atossa would be sure to rise up in her coffin and say sarcastic things to the folks that come to see her buried. But Marilla said she didn"t."
"Poor Atossa laid in her coffin peaceful enough," said Mrs. Lynde solemnly. "I never saw her look so pleasant before, that"s what. Well, there weren"t many tears shed over her, poor old soul. The Elisha Wrights are thankful to be rid of her, and I can"t say I blame them a mite."
"It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone," said Anne, shuddering.
"n.o.body except her parents ever loved poor Atossa, that"s certain, not even her husband," averred Mrs. Lynde. "She was his fourth wife. He"d sort of got into the habit of marrying. He only lived a few years after he married her. The doctor said he died of dyspepsia, but I shall always maintain that he died of Atossa"s tongue, that"s what. Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself. Well, she"s gone anyhow; and I suppose the next excitement will be Diana"s wedding."
"It seems funny and horrible to think of Diana"s being married," sighed Anne, hugging her knees and looking through the gap in the Haunted Wood to the light that was shining in Diana"s room.
"I don"t see what"s horrible about it, when she"s doing so well," said Mrs. Lynde emphatically. "Fred Wright has a fine farm and he is a model young man."
"He certainly isn"t the wild, dashing, wicked, young man Diana once wanted to marry," smiled Anne. "Fred is extremely good."
"That"s just what he ought to be. Would you want Diana to marry a wicked man? Or marry one yourself?"
"Oh, no. I wouldn"t want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I"d like it if he COULD be wicked and WOULDN"T. Now, Fred is HOPELESSLY good."
"You"ll have more sense some day, I hope," said Marilla.
Marilla spoke rather bitterly. She was grievously disappointed. She knew Anne had refused Gilbert Blythe. Avonlea gossip buzzed over the fact, which had leaked out, n.o.body knew how. Perhaps Charlie Sloane had guessed and told his guesses for truth. Perhaps Diana had betrayed it to Fred and Fred had been indiscreet. At all events it was known; Mrs.
Blythe no longer asked Anne, in public or private, if she had heard lately from Gilbert, but pa.s.sed her by with a frosty bow. Anne, who had always liked Gilbert"s merry, young-hearted mother, was grieved in secret over this. Marilla said nothing; but Mrs. Lynde gave Anne many exasperated digs about it, until fresh gossip reached that worthy lady, through the medium of Moody Spurgeon MacPherson"s mother, that Anne had another "beau" at college, who was rich and handsome and good all in one. After that Mrs. Rachel held her tongue, though she still wished in her inmost heart that Anne had accepted Gilbert. Riches were all very well; but even Mrs. Rachel, practical soul though she was, did not consider them the one essential. If Anne "liked" the Handsome Unknown better than Gilbert there was nothing more to be said; but Mrs. Rachel was dreadfully afraid that Anne was going to make the mistake of marrying for money. Marilla knew Anne too well to fear this; but she felt that something in the universal scheme of things had gone sadly awry.
"What is to be, will be," said Mrs. Rachel gloomily, "and what isn"t to be happens sometimes. I can"t help believing it"s going to happen in Anne"s case, if Providence doesn"t interfere, that"s what." Mrs. Rachel sighed. She was afraid Providence wouldn"t interfere; and she didn"t dare to.
Anne had wandered down to the Dryad"s Bubble and was curled up among the ferns at the root of the big white birch where she and Gilbert had so often sat in summers gone by. He had gone into the newspaper office again when college closed, and Avonlea seemed very dull without him. He never wrote to her, and Anne missed the letters that never came. To be sure, Roy wrote twice a week; his letters were exquisite compositions which would have read beautifully in a memoir or biography. Anne felt herself more deeply in love with him than ever when she read them; but her heart never gave the queer, quick, painful bound at sight of his letters which it had given one day when Mrs. Hiram Sloane had handed her out an envelope addressed in Gilbert"s black, upright handwriting. Anne had hurried home to the east gable and opened it eagerly--to find a typewritten copy of some college society report--"only that and nothing more." Anne flung the harmless screed across her room and sat down to write an especially nice epistle to Roy.
Diana was to be married in five more days. The gray house at Orchard Slope was in a turmoil of baking and brewing and boiling and stewing, for there was to be a big, old-timey wedding. Anne, of course, was to be bridesmaid, as had been arranged when they were twelve years old, and Gilbert was coming from Kingsport to be best man. Anne was enjoying the excitement of the various preparations, but under it all she carried a little heartache. She was, in a sense, losing her dear old chum; Diana"s new home would be two miles from Green Gables, and the old constant companionship could never be theirs again. Anne looked up at Diana"s light and thought how it had beaconed to her for many years; but soon it would shine through the summer twilights no more. Two big, painful tears welled up in her gray eyes.
"Oh," she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up--and marry--and CHANGE!"
Chapter XXIX
Diana"s Wedding
"After all, the only real roses are the pink ones," said Anne, as she tied white ribbon around Diana"s bouquet in the westward-looking gable at Orchard Slope. "They are the flowers of love and faith."
Diana was standing nervously in the middle of the room, arrayed in her bridal white, her black curls frosted over with the film of her wedding veil. Anne had draped that veil, in accordance with the sentimental compact of years before.
"It"s all pretty much as I used to imagine it long ago, when I wept over your inevitable marriage and our consequent parting," she laughed. "You are the bride of my dreams, Diana, with the "lovely misty veil"; and I am YOUR bridesmaid. But, alas! I haven"t the puffed sleeves--though these short lace ones are even prettier. Neither is my heart wholly breaking nor do I exactly hate Fred."
"We are not really parting, Anne," protested Diana. "I"m not going far away. We"ll love each other just as much as ever. We"ve always kept that "oath" of friendship we swore long ago, haven"t we?"
"Yes. We"ve kept it faithfully. We"ve had a beautiful friendship, Diana.
We"ve never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can"t be quite the same after this. You"ll have other interests. I"ll just be on the outside. But "such is life" as Mrs. Rachel says. Mrs. Rachel has given you one of her beloved knitted quilts of the "tobacco stripe" pattern, and she says when I am married she"ll give me one, too."
"The mean thing about your getting married is that I won"t be able to be your bridesmaid," lamented Diana.
"I"m to be Phil"s bridesmaid next June, when she marries Mr. Blake, and then I must stop, for you know the proverb "three times a bridesmaid, never a bride,"" said Anne, peeping through the window over the pink and snow of the blossoming orchard beneath. "Here comes the minister, Diana."
"Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, suddenly turning very pale and beginning to tremble. "Oh, Anne--I"m so nervous--I can"t go through with it--Anne, I know I"m going to faint."
"If you do I"ll drag you down to the rainwater hogshed and drop you in,"
said Anne unsympathetically. "Cheer up, dearest. Getting married can"t be so very terrible when so many people survive the ceremony. See how cool and composed I am, and take courage."
"Wait till your turn comes, Miss Anne. Oh, Anne, I hear father coming upstairs. Give me my bouquet. Is my veil right? Am I very pale?"
"You look just lovely. Di, darling, kiss me good-bye for the last time.
Diana Barry will never kiss me again."
"Diana Wright will, though. There, mother"s calling. Come."
Following the simple, old-fashioned way in vogue then, Anne went down to the parlor on Gilbert"s arm. They met at the top of the stairs for the first time since they had left Kingsport, for Gilbert had arrived only that day. Gilbert shook hands courteously. He was looking very well, though, as Anne instantly noted, rather thin. He was not pale; there was a flush on his cheek that had burned into it as Anne came along the hall towards him, in her soft, white dress with lilies-of-the-valley in the shining ma.s.ses of her hair. As they entered the crowded parlor together a little murmur of admiration ran around the room. "What a fine-looking pair they are," whispered the impressible Mrs. Rachel to Marilla.
Fred ambled in alone, with a very red face, and then Diana swept in on her father"s arm. She did not faint, and nothing untoward occurred to interrupt the ceremony. Feasting and merry-making followed; then, as the evening waned, Fred and Diana drove away through the moonlight to their new home, and Gilbert walked with Anne to Green Gables.
Something of their old comradeship had returned during the informal mirth of the evening. Oh, it was nice to be walking over that well-known road with Gilbert again!
The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom--the laughter of daisies--the piping of gra.s.ses--many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.
"Can"t we take a ramble up Lovers" Lane before you go in?" asked Gilbert as they crossed the bridge over the Lake of Shining Waters, in which the moon lay like a great, drowned blossom of gold.
Anne a.s.sented readily. Lovers" Lane was a veritable path in a fairyland that night--a shimmering, mysterious place, full of wizardry in the white-woven enchantment of moonlight. There had been a time when such a walk with Gilbert through Lovers" Lane would have been far too dangerous. But Roy and Christine had made it very safe now. Anne found herself thinking a good deal about Christine as she chatted lightly to Gilbert. She had met her several times before leaving Kingsport, and had been charmingly sweet to her. Christine had also been charmingly sweet. Indeed, they were a most cordial pair. But for all that, their acquaintance had not ripened into friendship. Evidently Christine was not a kindred spirit.
"Are you going to be in Avonlea all summer?" asked Gilbert.
"No. I"m going down east to Valley Road next week. Esther Haythorne wants me to teach for her through July and August. They have a summer term in that school, and Esther isn"t feeling well. So I"m going to subst.i.tute for her. In one way I don"t mind. Do you know, I"m beginning to feel a little bit like a stranger in Avonlea now? It makes me sorry--but it"s true. It"s quite appalling to see the number of children who have shot up into big boys and girls--really young men and women--these past two years. Half of my pupils are grown up. It makes me feel awfully old to see them in the places you and I and our mates used to fill."