When Miss Harris returned with the rake and cheerfully inquired: "Anything else tonight, Mr. Cuthbert?" Matthew took his courage in both hands and replied: "Well now, since you suggest it, I might as well--take--that is--look at--buy some--some hayseed."
Miss Harris had heard Matthew Cuthbert called odd. She now concluded that he was entirely crazy.
"We only keep hayseed in the spring," she explained loftily. "We"ve none on hand just now."
"Oh, certainly--certainly--just as you say," stammered unhappy Matthew, seizing the rake and making for the door. At the threshold he recollected that he had not paid for it and he turned miserably back.
While Miss Harris was counting out his change he rallied his powers for a final desperate attempt.
"Well now--if it isn"t too much trouble--I might as well--that is--I"d like to look at--at--some sugar."
"White or brown?" queried Miss Harris patiently.
"Oh--well now--brown," said Matthew feebly.
"There"s a barrel of it over there," said Miss Harris, shaking her bangles at it. "It"s the only kind we have."
"I"ll--I"ll take twenty pounds of it," said Matthew, with beads of perspiration standing on his forehead.
Matthew had driven halfway home before he was his own man again. It had been a gruesome experience, but it served him right, he thought, for committing the heresy of going to a strange store. When he reached home he hid the rake in the tool-house, but the sugar he carried in to Marilla.
"Brown sugar!" exclaimed Marilla. "Whatever possessed you to get so much? You know I never use it except for the hired man"s porridge or black fruit-cake. Jerry"s gone and I"ve made my cake long ago. It"s not good sugar, either--it"s coa.r.s.e and dark--William Blair doesn"t usually keep sugar like that."
"I--I thought it might come in handy sometime," said Matthew, making good his escape.
When Matthew came to think the matter over he decided that a woman was required to cope with the situation. Marilla was out of the question.
Matthew felt sure she would throw cold water on his project at once.
Remained only Mrs. Lynde; for of no other woman in Avonlea would Matthew have dared to ask advice. To Mrs. Lynde he went accordingly, and that good lady promptly took the matter out of the hara.s.sed man"s hands.
"Pick out a dress for you to give Anne? To be sure I will. I"m going to Carmody tomorrow and I"ll attend to it. Have you something particular in mind? No? Well, I"ll just go by my own judgment then. I believe a nice rich brown would just suit Anne, and William Blair has some new gloria in that"s real pretty. Perhaps you"d like me to make it up for her, too, seeing that if Marilla was to make it Anne would probably get wind of it before the time and spoil the surprise? Well, I"ll do it. No, it isn"t a mite of trouble. I like sewing. I"ll make it to fit my niece, Jenny Gillis, for she and Anne are as like as two peas as far as figure goes."
"Well now, I"m much obliged," said Matthew, "and--and--I dunno--but I"d like--I think they make the sleeves different nowadays to what they used to be. If it wouldn"t be asking too much I--I"d like them made in the new way."
"Puffs? Of course. You needn"t worry a speck more about it, Matthew.
I"ll make it up in the very latest fashion," said Mrs. Lynde. To herself she added when Matthew had gone:
"It"ll be a real satisfaction to see that poor child wearing something decent for once. The way Marilla dresses her is positively ridiculous, that"s what, and I"ve ached to tell her so plainly a dozen times. I"ve held my tongue though, for I can see Marilla doesn"t want advice and she thinks she knows more about bringing children up than I do for all she"s an old maid. But that"s always the way. Folks that has brought up children know that there"s no hard and fast method in the world that"ll suit every child. But them as never have think it"s all as plain and easy as Rule of Three--just set your three terms down so fashion, and the sum"ll work out correct. But flesh and blood don"t come under the head of arithmetic and that"s where Marilla Cuthbert makes her mistake. I suppose she"s trying to cultivate a spirit of humility in Anne by dressing her as she does: but it"s more likely to cultivate envy and discontent. I"m sure the child must feel the difference between her clothes and the other girls". But to think of Matthew taking notice of it! That man is waking up after being asleep for over sixty years."
Marilla knew all the following fortnight that Matthew had something on his mind, but what it was she could not guess, until Christmas Eve, when Mrs. Lynde brought up the new dress. Marilla behaved pretty well on the whole, although it is very likely she distrusted Mrs. Lynde"s diplomatic explanation that she had made the dress because Matthew was afraid Anne would find out about it too soon if Marilla made it.
"So this is what Matthew has been looking so mysterious over and grinning about to himself for two weeks, is it?" she said a little stiffly but tolerantly. "I knew he was up to some foolishness. Well, I must say I don"t think Anne needed any more dresses. I made her three good, warm, serviceable ones this fall, and anything more is sheer extravagance. There"s enough material in those sleeves alone to make a waist, I declare there is. You"ll just pamper Anne"s vanity, Matthew, and she"s as vain as a peac.o.c.k now. Well, I hope she"ll be satisfied at last, for I know she"s been hankering after those silly sleeves ever since they came in, although she never said a word after the first. The puffs have been getting bigger and more ridiculous right along; they"re as big as balloons now. Next year anybody who wears them will have to go through a door sideways."
Christmas morning broke on a beautiful white world. It had been a very mild December and people had looked forward to a green Christmas; but just enough snow fell softly in the night to transfigure Avonlea. Anne peeped out from her frosted gable window with delighted eyes. The firs in the Haunted Wood were all feathery and wonderful; the birches and wild cherry trees were outlined in pearl; the ploughed fields were stretches of snowy dimples; and there was a crisp tang in the air that was glorious. Anne ran downstairs singing until her voice re-echoed through Green Gables.
"Merry Christmas, Marilla! Merry Christmas, Matthew! Isn"t it a lovely Christmas? I"m so glad it"s white. Any other kind of Christmas doesn"t seem real, does it? I don"t like green Christmases. They"re _not_ green--they"re just nasty faded browns and greys. What makes people call them green? Why--why--Matthew, is that for me? Oh, Matthew!"
Matthew had sheepishly unfolded the dress from its paper swathings and held it out with a deprecatory glance at Marilla, who feigned to be contemptuously filling the teapot, but nevertheless watched the scene out of the corner of her eye with a rather interested air.
Anne took the dress and looked at it in reverent silence. Oh, how pretty it was--a lovely soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings; a waist elaborately pin-tucked in the most fashionable way, with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the neck. But the sleeves--they were the crowning glory! Long elbow cuffs, and above them two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown silk ribbon.
"That"s a Christmas present for you, Anne," said Matthew shyly.
"Why--why--Anne, don"t you like it? Well now--well now."
For Anne"s eyes had suddenly filled with tears.
"_Like_ it! Oh, Matthew!" Anne laid the dress over a chair and clasped her hands. "Matthew, it"s perfectly exquisite. Oh, I can never thank you enough. Look at those sleeves! Oh, it seems to me this must be a happy dream."
"Well, well, let us have breakfast," interrupted Marilla. "I must say, Anne, I don"t think you needed the dress; but since Matthew has got it for you, see that you take good care of it. There"s a hair ribbon Mrs.
Lynde left for you. It"s brown, to match the dress. Come now, sit in."
"I don"t see how I"m going to eat breakfast," said Anne rapturously.
"Breakfast seems so commonplace at such an exciting moment. I"d rather feast my eyes on that dress. I"m so glad that puffed sleeves are still fashionable. It did seem to me that I"d never get over it if they went out before I had a dress with them. I"d never have felt quite satisfied, you see. It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give me the ribbon, too. I feel that I ought to be a very good girl indeed. It"s at times like this I"m sorry I"m not a model little girl; and I always resolve that I will be in future. But somehow it"s hard to carry out your resolutions when irresistible temptations come. Still, I really will make an extra effort after this."
When the commonplace breakfast was over Diana appeared, crossing the white log bridge in the hollow, a gay little figure in her crimson ulster. Anne flew down the slope to meet her.
"Merry Christmas, Diana! And oh, it"s a wonderful Christmas. I"ve something splendid to show you. Matthew has given me the loveliest dress, with _such_ sleeves. I couldn"t even imagine any nicer."
"I"ve got something more for you," said Diana breathlessly.
"Here--this box. Aunt Josephine sent us out a big box with ever so many things in it--and this is for you. I"d have brought it over last night, but it didn"t come until after dark, and I never feel very comfortable coming through the Haunted Wood in the dark now."
Anne opened the box and peeped in. First a card with "For the Anne-girl and Merry Christmas," written on it; and then, a pair of the daintiest little kid slippers, with beaded toes and satin bows and glistening buckles.
"Oh," said Anne, "Diana, this is too much, I must be dreaming."
"_I_ call it providential," said Diana. "You won"t have to borrow Ruby"s slippers now, and that"s a blessing, for they"re two sizes too big for you, and it would be awful to hear a fairy shuffling. Josie Pye would be delighted. Mind you, Rob Wright went home with Gertie Pye from the practice night before last. Did you ever hear anything equal to that?"
All the Avonlea scholars were in a fever of excitement that day, for the hall had to be decorated and a last grand rehearsal held.
The concert came off in the evening and was a p.r.o.nounced success. The little hall was crowded; all the performers did excellently well, but Anne was the bright particular star of the occasion, as even envy, in the shape of Josie Pye, dared not deny.
"Oh, hasn"t it been a brilliant evening?" sighed Anne, when it was all over and she and Diana were walking home together under a dark, starry sky.
"Everything went off very well," said Diana practically. "I guess we must have made as much as ten dollars. Mind you, Mr. Allan is going to send an account of it to the Charlottetown papers."
"Oh, Diana, will we really see our names in print? It makes me thrill to think of it. Your solo was perfectly elegant, Diana. I felt prouder than you did when it was encored. I just said to myself, "It is my dear bosom friend who is so honoured.""
"Well, your recitations just brought down the house, Anne. That sad one was simply splendid."
"Oh, I was so nervous, Diana. When Mr. Allan called out my name I really cannot tell how I ever got up on that platform. I felt as if a million eyes were looking at me and through me, and for one dreadful moment I was sure I couldn"t begin at all. Then I thought of my lovely puffed sleeves and took courage. I knew that I must live up to those sleeves, Diana. So I started in, and my voice seemed to be coming from ever so far away. I just felt like a parrot. It"s providential that I practised those recitations so often up in the garret, or I"d never have been able to get through. Did I groan all right?"
"Yes, indeed, you groaned lovely," a.s.sured Diana.
"I saw old Mrs. Sloane wiping away tears when I sat down. It was splendid to think I had touched somebody"s heart. It"s so romantic to take part in a concert isn"t it? Oh, it"s been a very memorable occasion indeed."
"Wasn"t the boys" dialogue fine?" said Diana. "Gilbert Blythe was just splendid. Anne, I do think it"s awful mean the way you treat Gil. Wait till I tell you. When you ran off the platform after the fairy dialogue one of your roses fell out of your hair. I saw Gil pick it up and put it in his breast pocket. There now. You"re so romantic that I"m sure you ought to be pleased at that."
"It"s nothing to me what that person does," said Anne loftily. "I simply never waste a thought on him, Diana."
That night Marilla and Matthew, who had been out to a concert for the first time in twenty years, sat for awhile by the kitchen fire after Anne had gone to bed.