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    CHAPTER XIII

    The Delights of Anticipation

    "It's time Anne was in to do her sewing," said Marilla, glancing
    at the clock and then out into the yellow August afternoon where
    everything drowsed in the heat. "She stayed playing with Diana
    more than half an hour more'n I gave her leave to; and now she's
    perched out there on the woodpile talking to Matthew, nineteen to
    the dozen, when she knows perfectly well she ought to be at her
    work. And of course he's listening to her like a perfect ninny.
    I never saw such an infatuated man. The more she talks and the
    odder the things she says, the more he's delighted evidently.
    Anne Shirley, you come right in here this minute, do you hear me!"

    A series of staccato taps on the west window brought Anne flying
    in from the yard, eyes shining, cheeks faintly flushed with pink,
    unbraided hair streaming behind her in a torrent of brightness.

    "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed breathlessly, "there's going to be a
    Sunday-school picnic next week--in Mr. Harmon Andrews's field,
    right near the lake of Shining Waters. And Mrs. Superintendent
    Bell and Mrs. Rachel Lynde are going to make ice cream--think of
    it, Marilla--ICE CREAM! And, oh, Marilla, can I go to it?"

    "Just look at the clock, if you please, Anne. What time did I
    tell you to come in?"

    "Two o'clock--but isn't it splendid about the picnic, Marilla?
    Please can I go? Oh, I've never been to a picnic--I've dreamed of
    picnics, but I've never--"

    "Yes, I told you to come at two o'clock. And it's a quarter to
    three. I'd like to know why you didn't obey me, Anne."

    "Why, I meant to, Marilla, as much as could be. But you have no
    idea how fascinating Idlewild is. And then, of course, I had to
    tell Matthew about the picnic. Matthew is such a sympathetic
    listener. Please can I go?"

    "You'll have to learn to resist the fascination of Idlewhatever-
    you-call-it. When I tell you to come in at a certain time I
    mean that time and not half an hour later. And you needn't
    stop to discourse with sympathetic listeners on your way, either.
    As for the picnic, of course you can go. You're a Sunday-school
    scholar, and it's not likely I'd refuse to let you go when all
    the other little girls are going."

    "But--but," faltered Anne, "Diana says that everybody must take a
    basket of things to eat. I can't cook, as you know, Marilla,
    and--and--I don't mind going to a picnic without puffed sleeves
    so much, but I'd feel terribly humiliated if I had to go without
    a basket. It's been preying on my mind ever since Diana told me."

    "Well, it needn't prey any longer. I'll bake you a basket."

    "Oh, you dear good Marilla. Oh, you are so kind to me. Oh, I'm
    so much obliged to you."

    Getting through with her "ohs" Anne cast herself into Marilla's
    arms and rapturously kissed her sallow cheek. It was the first
    time in her whole life that childish lips had voluntarily touched
    Marilla's face. Again that sudden sensation of startling
    sweetness thrilled her. She was secretly vastly pleased at
    Anne's impulsive caress, which was probably the reason why she
    said brusquely:

    "There, there, never mind your kissing nonsense. I'd sooner see
    you doing strictly as you're told. As for cooking, I mean to
    begin giving you lessons in that some of these days. But you're
    so featherbrained, Anne, I've been waiting to see if you'd sober
    down a little and learn to be steady before I begin. You've got
    to keep your wits about you in cooking and not stop in the middle
    of things to let your thoughts rove all over creation. Now, get
    out your patchwork and have your square done before teatime."

    "I do NOT like patchwork," said Anne dolefully, hunting out her
    workbasket and sitting down before a little heap of red and white
    diamonds with a sigh. "I think some kinds of sewing would be
    nice; but there's no scope for imagination in patchwork. It's
    just one little seam after another and you never seem to be
    getting anywhere. But of course I'd rather be Anne of Green
    Gables sewing patchwork than Anne of any other place with nothing
    to do but play. I wish time went as quick sewing patches as it
    does when I'm playing with Diana, though. Oh, we do have such
    elegant times, Marilla. I have to furnish most of the
    imagination, but I'm well able to do that. Diana is simply
    perfect in every other way. You know that little piece of land
    across the brook that runs up between our farm and Mr. Barry's.
    It belongs to Mr. William Bell, and right in the corner there is
    a little ring of white birch trees--the most romantic spot,
    Marilla. Diana and I have our playhouse there. We call it
    Idlewild. Isn't that a poetical name? I assure you it took me
    some time to think it out. I stayed awake nearly a whole night
    before I invented it. Then, just as I was dropping off to sleep,
    it came like an inspiration. Diana was ENRAPTURED when she heard
    it. We have got our house fixed up elegantly. You must come and
    see it, Marilla--won't you? We have great big stones, all
    covered with moss, for seats, and boards from tree to tree for
    shelves. And we have all our dishes on them. Of course, they're
    all broken but it's the easiest thing in the world to imagine
    that they are whole. There's a piece of a plate with a spray of
    red and yellow ivy on it that is especially beautiful. We keep
    it in the parlor and we have the fairy glass there, too. The
    fairy glass is as lovely as a dream. Diana found it out in the
    woods behind their chicken house. It's all full of
    rainbows--just little young rainbows that haven't grown big
    yet--and Diana's mother told her it was broken off a hanging lamp
    they once had. But it's nice to imagine the fairies lost it one
    night when they had a ball, so we call it the fairy glass.
    Matthew is going to make us a table. Oh, we have named that
    little round pool over in Mr. Barry's field Willowmere. I got
    that name out of the book Diana lent me. That was a thrilling
    book, Marilla. The heroine had five lovers. I'd be satisfied
    with one, wouldn't you? She was very handsome and she went
    through great tribulations. She could faint as easy as anything.
    I'd love to be able to faint, wouldn't you, Marilla? It's so
    romantic. But I'm really very healthy for all I'm so thin.
    I believe I'm getting fatter, though. Don't you think I am?
    I look at my elbows every morning when I get up to see if any
    dimples are coming. Diana is having a new dress made with elbow
    sleeves. She is going to wear it to the picnic. Oh, I do hope
    it will be fine next Wednesday. I don't feel that I could endure
    the disappointment if anything happened to prevent me from
    getting to the picnic. I suppose I'd live through it, but I'm
    certain it would be a lifelong sorrow. It wouldn't matter if I
    got to a hundred picnics in after years; they wouldn't make up
    for missing this one. They're going to have boats on the Lake of
    Shining Waters--and ice cream, as I told you. I have never
    tasted ice cream. Diana tried to explain what it was like, but I
    guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination."

    "Anne, you have talked even on for ten minutes by the clock,"
    said Marilla. "Now, just for curiosity's sake, see if you can
    hold your tongue for the same length of time."

    Anne held her tongue as desired. But for the rest of the week
    she talked picnic and thought picnic and dreamed picnic. On
    Saturday it rained and she worked herself up into such a frantic
    state lest it should keep on raining until and over Wednesday
    that Marilla made her sew an extra patchwork square by way of
    steadying her nerves.

    On Sunday Anne confided to Marilla on the way home from church
    that she grew actually cold all over with excitement when the
    minister announced the picnic from the pulpit.

    "Such a thrill as went up and down my back, Marilla! I don't
    think I'd ever really believed until then that there was honestly
    going to be a picnic. I couldn't help fearing I'd only imagined it.
    But when a minister says a thing in the pulpit you just have to
    believe it."

    "You set your heart too much on things, Anne," said Marilla, with
    a sigh. "I'm afraid there'll be a great many disappointments in
    store for you through life."

    "Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of
    them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn't get the things themselves;
    but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking
    forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect
    nothing for they shall not be disappointed.' But I think it would
    be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed."

    Marilla wore her amethyst brooch to church that day as usual.
    Marilla always wore her amethyst brooch to church. She would
    have thought it rather sacrilegious to leave it off--as bad as
    forgetting her Bible or her collection dime. That amethyst
    brooch was Marilla's most treasured possession. A seafaring
    uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to
    Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her
    mother's hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts.
    Marilla knew too little about precious stones to realize how fine
    the amethysts actually were; but she thought them very beautiful
    and was always pleasantly conscious of their violet shimmer at
    her throat, above her good brown satin dress, even although she
    could not see it.

    Anne had been smitten with delighted admiration when she first
    saw that brooch.

    "Oh, Marilla, it's a perfectly elegant brooch. I don't know how
    you can pay attention to the sermon or the prayers when you have
    it on. I couldn't, I know. I think amethysts are just sweet.
    They are what I used to think diamonds were like. Long ago,
    before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried
    to imagine what they would be like. I thought they would be
    lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a
    lady's ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it
    was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a diamond. Will you let
    me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think
    amethysts can be the souls of good violets?"
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