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    Chapter XIX

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    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 signaled 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
    signaling 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 signaled 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 tomorrow 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 tomorrow 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 Tonight.' 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
    honor of your little Anne being put in the spare-room bed."

    "It's an honor 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 upstairs, 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 dishcloth 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 practicing 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 upstairs. 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, homemade 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 reveled 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 splendor
    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 color."

    The program 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--rumor 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 Caesar in the most
    heartstirring 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 program 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 parlor, 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, someday. 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 upstairs.

    "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 upstairs 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 tomorrow, Sunday and all as it
    is. She'd have gone today 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 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 ladylike 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 anyone, 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 honor."

    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 humor.
    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
    a while 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."
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