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• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - gutenberg

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• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XXVII

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  CHAPTER XXVI UP CHAPTER XXVIII CHAPTER XXVII Vanity and Vexation of Spirit Marilla, walking home one late April evening from an Aid meeting, realized that the winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest. Marilla was not given to subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings. She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room, but under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson-budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool, of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod. The spring was abroad in the land and Marilla s sober, middle-aged step was lighter and swifter because of its deep, primal gladness. Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables, peering through its network of trees and reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory. Marilla, as she picked her steps along the damp lane, thought that it was really a satisfaction to know that she was going home to a briskly snapping wood fire and a table nicely spread for tea, instead of to the cold comfort of old Aid meeting evenings before Anne had come to Green Gables. Consequently, when Marilla entered her kitchen and found the fire black out, with no sign of Anne anywhere, she felt justly disappointed and irritated. She had told Anne to be sure and have tea ready at five o clock, but now she must hurry to take off her second-best dress and prepare the meal herself against Matthew s return from plowing. "I ll settle Miss Anne when she comes home," said Marilla grimly, as she shaved up kindlings with a carving knife and with more vim than was strictly necessary. Matthew had come in and was waiting patiently for his tea in his corner. "She s gadding off somewhere with Diana, writing stories or practicing dialogues or some such tomfoolery, and never thinking once about the time or her duties. She s just got to be pulled up short and sudden on this sort of thing. I don t care if Mrs. Allan does say she s the brightest and sweetest child she ever knew. She may be bright and sweet enough, but her head is full of nonsense and there s never any knowing what shape it ll break out in next. Just as soon as she grows out of one freak she takes up with another. But there! Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled with Rachel Lynde for saying at the Aid today. I was real glad when Mrs. Allan spoke up for Anne, for if she hadn t I know I d have said something too sharp to Rachel before everybody. Anne s got plenty of faults, goodness knows, and far be it from me to deny it. But I m bringing her up and not Rachel Lynde, who d pick faults in the Angel Gabriel himself if he lived in Avonlea. Just the same, Anne has no business to leave the house like this when I told her she was to stay home this afternoon and look after things. I must say, with all her faults, I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before and I m real sorry to find her so now." "Well now, I dunno," said Matthew, who, being patient and wise and, above all, hungry, had deemed it best to let Marilla talk her wrath out unhindered, having learned by experience that she got through with whatever work was on hand much quicker if not delayed by untimely argument. "Perhaps you re judging her too hasty, Marilla. Don t call her untrustworthy until you re sure she has disobeyed you. Mebbe it can all be explained--Anne s a great hand at explaining." "She s not here when I told her to stay," retorted Marilla. "I reckon she ll find it hard to explain THAT to my satisfaction. Of course I knew you d take her part, Matthew. But I m bringing her up, not you." It was dark when supper was ready, and still no sign of Anne, coming hurriedly over the log bridge or up Lover s Lane, breathless and repentant with a sense of neglected duties. Marilla washed and put away the dishes grimly. Then, wanting a candle to light her way down the cellar, she went up to the east gable for the one that generally stood on Anne s table. Lighting it, she turned around to see Anne herself lying on the bed, face downward among the pillows. "Mercy on us," said astonished Marilla, "have you been asleep, Anne?" "No," was the muffled reply. "Are you sick then?" demanded Marilla anxiously, going over to the bed. Anne cowered deeper into her pillows as if desirous of hiding herself forever from mortal eyes. "No. But please, Marilla, go away and don t look at me. I m in the depths of despair and I don t care who gets head in class or writes the best composition or sings in the Sunday-school choir any more. Little things like that are of no importance now because I don t suppose I ll ever be able to go anywhere again. My career is closed. Please, Marilla, go away and don t look at me." "Did anyone ever hear the like?" the mystified Marilla wanted to know. "Anne Shirley, whatever is the matter with you? What have you done? Get right up this minute and tell me. This minute, I say. There now, what is it?" Anne had slid to the floor in despairing obedience. "Look at my hair, Marilla," she whispered. Accordingly, Marilla lifted her candle and looked scrutinizingly at Anne s hair, flowing in heavy masses down her back. It certainly had a very strange appearance. "Anne Shirley, what have you done to your hair? Why, it s GREEN!" Green it might be called, if it were any earthly color--a queer, dull, bronzy green, with streaks here and there of the original red to heighten the ghastly effect. Never in all her life had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne s hair at that moment. "Yes, it s green," moaned Anne. "I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But now I know it s ten times worse to have green hair. Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am." "I little know how you got into this fix, but I mean to find out," said Marilla. "Come right down to the kitchen--it s too cold up here--and tell me just what you ve done. I ve been expecting something queer for some time. You haven t got into any scrape for over two months, and I was sure another one was due. Now, then, what did you do to your hair?" "I dyed it." "Dyed it! Dyed your hair! Anne Shirley, didn t you know it was a wicked thing to do?" "Yes, I knew it was a little wicked," admitted Anne. "But I thought it was worth while to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair. I counted the cost, Marilla. Besides, I meant to be extra good in other ways to make up for it." "Well," said Marilla sarcastically, "if I d decided it was worth while to dye my hair I d have dyed it a decent color at least. I wouldn t have dyed it green." "But I didn t mean to dye it green, Marilla," protested Anne dejectedly. "If I was wicked I meant to be wicked to some purpose. He said it would turn my hair a beautiful raven black--he positively assured me that it would. How could I doubt his word, Marilla? I know what it feels like to have your word doubted. And Mrs. Allan says we should never suspect anyone of not telling us the truth unless we have proof that they re not. I have proof now--green hair is proof enough for anybody. But I hadn t then and I believed every word he said IMPLICITLY." "Who said? Who are you talking about?" "The peddler that was here this afternoon. I bought the dye from him." "Anne Shirley, how often have I told you never to let one of those Italians in the house! I don t believe in encouraging them to come around at all." "Oh, I didn t let him in the house. I remembered what you told me, and I went out, carefully shut the door, and looked at his things on the step. Besides, he wasn t an Italian--he was a German Jew. He had a big box full of very interesting things and he told me he was working hard to make enough money to bring his wife and children out from Germany. He spoke so feelingly about them that it touched my heart. I wanted to buy something from him to help him in such a worthy object. Then all at once I saw the bottle of hair dye. The peddler said it was warranted to dye any hair a beautiful raven black and wouldn t wash off. In a trice I saw myself with beautiful raven-black hair and the temptation was irresistible. But the price of the bottle was seventy-five cents and I had only fifty cents left out of my chicken money. I think the peddler had a very kind heart, for he said that, seeing it was me, he d sell it for fifty cents and that was just giving it away. So I bought it, and as soon as he had gone I came up here and applied it with an old hairbrush as the directions said. I used up the whole bottle, and oh, Marilla, when I saw the dreadful color it turned my hair I repented of being wicked, I can tell you. And I ve been repenting ever since." "Well, I hope you ll repent to good purpose," said Marilla severely, "and that you ve got your eyes opened to where your vanity has led you, Anne. Goodness knows what s to be done. I suppose the first thing is to give your hair a good washing and see if that will do any good." Accordingly, Anne washed her hair, scrubbing it vigorously with soap and water, but for all the difference it made she might as well have been scouring its original red. The peddler had certainly spoken the truth when he declared that the dye wouldn t wash off, however his veracity might be impeached in other respects. "Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?" questioned Anne in tears. "I can never live this down. People have pretty well forgotten my other mistakes--the liniment cake and setting Diana drunk and flying into a temper with Mrs. Lynde. But they ll never forget this. They will think I am not respectable. Oh, Marilla, `what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. That is poetry, but it is true. And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh! Marilla, I CANNOT face Josie Pye. I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island." Anne s unhappiness continued for a week. During that time she went nowhere and shampooed her hair every day. Diana alone of outsiders knew the fatal secret, but she promised solemnly never to tell, and it may be stated here and now that she kept her word. At the end of the week Marilla said decidedly "It s no use, Anne. That is fast dye if ever there was any. Your hair must be cut off; there is no other way. You can t go out with it looking like that." Anne s lips quivered, but she realized the bitter truth of Marilla s remarks. With a dismal sigh she went for the scissors. "Please cut it off at once, Marilla, and have it over. Oh, I feel that my heart is broken. This is such an unromantic affliction. The girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it to get money for some good deed, and I m sure I wouldn t mind losing my hair in some such fashion half so much. But there is nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you ve dyed it a dreadful color, is there? I m going to weep all the time you re cutting it off, if it won t interfere. It seems such a tragic thing." Anne wept then, but later on, when she went upstairs and looked in the glass, she was calm with despair. Marilla had done her work thoroughly and it had been necessary to shingle the hair as closely as possible. The result was not becoming, to state the case as mildly as may be. Anne promptly turned her glass to the wall. "I ll never, never look at myself again until my hair grows," she exclaimed passionately. Then she suddenly righted the glass. "Yes, I will, too. I d do penance for being wicked that way. I ll look at myself every time I come to my room and see how ugly I am. And I won t try to imagine it away, either. I never thought I was vain about my hair, of all things, but now I know I was, in spite of its being red, because it was so long and thick and curly. I expect something will happen to my nose next." Anne s clipped head made a sensation in school on the following Monday, but to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it, not even Josie Pye, who, however, did not fail to inform Anne that she looked like a perfect scarecrow. "I didn t say anything when Josie said that to me," Anne confided that evening to Marilla, who was lying on the sofa after one of her headaches, "because I thought it was part of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently. It s hard to be told you look like a scarecrow and I wanted to say something back. But I didn t. I just swept her one scornful look and then I forgave her. It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn t it? I mean to devote all my energies to being good after this and I shall never try to be beautiful again. Of course it s better to be good. I know it is, but it s sometimes so hard to believe a thing even when you know it. I do really want to be good, Marilla, like you and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy, and grow up to be a credit to you. Diana says when my hair begins to grow to tie a black velvet ribbon around my head with a bow at one side. She says she thinks it will be very becoming. I will call it a snood--that sounds so romantic. But am I talking too much, Marilla? Does it hurt your head?" "My head is better now. It was terrible bad this afternoon, though. These headaches of mine are getting worse and worse. I ll have to see a doctor about them. As for your chatter, I don t know that I mind it--I ve got so used to it." Which was Marilla s way of saying that she liked to hear it. CHAPTER XXVI UP CHAPTER XXVIII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 19 44 (Tue)

• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XVI

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  CHAPTER XV UP CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XVI Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results OCTOBER was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths. Anne reveled in the world of color about her. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn t it? Look at these maple branches. Don t they give you a thrill--several thrills? I m going to decorate my room with them." "Messy things," said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. "You clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were made to sleep in." "Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things. I m going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set them on my table." "Mind you don t drop leaves all over the stairs then. I m going on a meeting of the Aid Society at Carmody this afternoon, Anne, and I won t likely be home before dark. You ll have to get Matthew and Jerry their supper, so mind you don t forget to put the tea to draw until you sit down at the table as you did last time." "It was dreadful of me to forget," said Anne apologetically, "but that was the afternoon I was trying to think of a name for Violet Vale and it crowded other things out. Matthew was so good. He never scolded a bit. He put the tea down himself and said we could wait awhile as well as not. And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so he didn t find the time long at all. It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla. I forgot the end of it, so I made up an end for it myself and Matthew said he couldn t tell where the join came in." "Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner in the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And--I don t really know if I m doing right--it may make you more addlepated than ever--but you can ask Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here." "Oh, Marilla!" Anne clasped her hands. "How perfectly lovely! You ARE able to imagine things after all or else you d never have understood how I ve longed for that very thing. It will seem so nice and grown-uppish. No fear of my forgetting to put the tea to draw when I have company. Oh, Marilla, can I use the rosebud spray tea set?" "No, indeed! The rosebud tea set! Well, what next? You know I never use that except for the minister or the Aids. You ll put down the old brown tea set. But you can open the little yellow crock of cherry preserves. It s time it was being used anyhow--I believe it s beginning to work. And you can cut some fruit cake and have some of the cookies and snaps." "I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn t but of course I ll ask her just as if I didn t know. And then pressing her to take another piece of fruit cake and another helping of preserves. Oh, Marilla, it s a wonderful sensation just to think of it. Can I take her into the spare room to lay off her hat when she comes? And then into the parlor to sit?" "No. The sitting room will do for you and your company. But there s a bottle half full of raspberry cordial that was left over from the church social the other night. It s on the second shelf of the sitting-room closet and you and Diana can have it if you like, and a cooky to eat with it along in the afternoon, for I daresay Matthew ll be late coming in to tea since he s hauling potatoes to the vessel." Anne flew down to the hollow, past the Dryad s Bubble and up the spruce path to Orchard Slope, to ask Diana to tea. As a result just after Marilla had driven off to Carmody, Diana came over, dressed in HER second-best dress and looking exactly as it is proper to look when asked out to tea. At other times she was wont to run into the kitchen without knocking; but now she knocked primly at the front door. And when Anne, dressed in her second best, as primly opened it, both little girls shook hands as gravely as if they had never met before. This unnatural solemnity lasted until after Diana had been taken to the east gable to lay off her hat and then had sat for ten minutes in the sitting room, toes in position. "How is your mother?" inquired Anne politely, just as if she had not seen Mrs. Barry picking apples that morning in excellent health and spirits. "She is very well, thank you. I suppose Mr. Cuthbert is hauling potatoes to the LILY SANDS this afternoon, is he?" said Diana, who had ridden down to Mr. Harmon Andrews s that morning in Matthew s cart. "Yes. Our potato crop is very good this year. I hope your father s crop is good too." "It is fairly good, thank you. Have you picked many of your apples yet?" "Oh, ever so many," said Anne forgetting to be dignified and jumping up quickly. "Let s go out to the orchard and get some of the Red Sweetings, Diana. Marilla says we can have all that are left on the tree. Marilla is a very generous woman. She said we could have fruit cake and cherry preserves for tea. But it isn t good manners to tell your company what you are going to give them to eat, so I won t tell you what she said we could have to drink. Only it begins with an R and a C and it s bright red color. I love bright red drinks, don t you? They taste twice as good as any other color." The orchard, with its great sweeping boughs that bent to the ground with fruit, proved so delightful that the little girls spent most of the afternoon in it, sitting in a grassy corner where the frost had spared the green and the mellow autumn sunshine lingered warmly, eating apples and talking as hard as they could. Diana had much to tell Anne of what went on in school. She had to sit with Gertie Pye and she hated it; Gertie squeaked her pencil all the time and it just made her--Diana s--blood run cold; Ruby Gillis had charmed all her warts away, true s you live, with a magic pebble that old Mary Joe from the Creek gave her. You had to rub the warts with the pebble and then throw it away over your left shoulder at the time of the new moon and the warts would all go. Charlie Sloane s name was written up with Em White s on the porch wall and Em White was AWFUL MAD about it; Sam Boulter had "sassed" Mr. Phillips in class and Mr. Phillips whipped him and Sam s father came down to the school and dared Mr. Phillips to lay a hand on one of his children again; and Mattie Andrews had a new red hood and a blue crossover with tassels on it and the airs she put on about it were perfectly sickening; and Lizzie Wright didn t speak to Mamie Wilson because Mamie Wilson s grown-up sister had cut out Lizzie Wright s grown-up sister with her beau; and everybody missed Anne so and wished she s come to school again; and Gilbert Blythe-- But Anne didn t want to hear about Gilbert Blythe. She jumped up hurriedly and said suppose they go in and have some raspberry cordial. Anne looked on the second shelf of the room pantry but there was no bottle of raspberry cordial there. Search revealed it away back on the top shelf. Anne put it on a tray and set it on the table with a tumbler. "Now, please help yourself, Diana," she said politely. "I don t believe I ll have any just now. I don t feel as if I wanted any after all those apples." Diana poured herself out a tumblerful, looked at its bright-red hue admiringly, and then sipped it daintily. "That s awfully nice raspberry cordial, Anne," she said. "I didn t know raspberry cordial was so nice." "I m real glad you like it. Take as much as you want. I m going to run out and stir the fire up. There are so many responsibilities on a person s mind when they re keeping house, isn t there?" When Anne came back from the kitchen Diana was drinking her second glassful of cordial; and, being entreated thereto by Anne, she offered no particular objection to the drinking of a third. The tumblerfuls were generous ones and the raspberry cordial was certainly very nice. "The nicest I ever drank," said Diana. "It s ever so much nicer than Mrs. Lynde s, although she brags of hers so much. It doesn t taste a bit like hers." "I should think Marilla s raspberry cordial would prob ly be much nicer than Mrs. Lynde s," said Anne loyally. "Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There s so little scope for imagination in cookery. You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with smallpox and everybody deserted you, but I went boldly to your bedside and nursed you back to life; and then I took the smallpox and died and I was buried under those poplar trees in the graveyard and you planted a rosebush by my grave and watered it with your tears; and you never, never forgot the friend of your youth who sacrificed her life for you. Oh, it was such a pathetic tale, Diana. The tears just rained down over my cheeks while I mixed the cake. But I forgot the flour and the cake was a dismal failure. Flour is so essential to cakes, you know. Marilla was very cross and I don t wonder. I m a great trial to her. She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week. We had a plum pudding for dinner on Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over. Marilla said there was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it. I meant to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a nun--of course I m a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic--taking the veil to bury a broken heart in cloistered seclusion; and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce. I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry. Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters. Marilla was out milking and I fully intended to ask her when she came in if I d give the sauce to the pigs; but when she did come in I was imagining that I was a frost fairy going through the woods turning the trees red and yellow, whichever they wanted to be, so I never thought about the pudding sauce again and Marilla sent me out to pick apples. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Chester Ross from Spencervale came here that morning. You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs. Chester Ross. When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the table. I tried to be as polite and dignified as I could be, for I wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to think I was a ladylike little girl even if I wasn t pretty. Everything went right until I saw Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce WARMED UP, in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out `Marilla, you mustn t use that pudding sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before. Oh, Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just LOOKED at me and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect housekeeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word--then. She just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves. She even offered me some, but I couldn t swallow a mouthful. It was like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs. Chester Ross went away, Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding. Why, Diana, what is the matter?" Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her head. "I m--I m awful sick," she said, a little thickly. "I--I--must go right home." "Oh, you mustn t dream of going home without your tea," cried Anne in distress. "I ll get it right off--I ll go and put the tea down this very minute." "I must go home," repeated Diana, stupidly but determinedly. "Let me get you a lunch anyhow," implored Anne. "Let me give you a bit of fruit cake and some of the cherry preserves. Lie down on the sofa for a little while and you ll be better. Where do you feel bad?" "I must go home," said Diana, and that was all she would say. In vain Anne pleaded. "I never heard of company going home without tea," she mourned. "Oh, Diana, do you suppose that it s possible you re really taking the smallpox? If you are I ll go and nurse you, you can depend on that. I ll never forsake you. But I do wish you d stay till after tea. Where do you feel bad?" "I m awful dizzy," said Diana. And indeed, she walked very dizzily. Anne, with tears of disappointment in her eyes, got Diana s hat and went with her as far as the Barry yard fence. Then she wept all the way back to Green Gables, where she sorrowfully put the remainder of the raspberry cordial back into the pantry and got tea ready for Matthew and Jerry, with all the zest gone out of the performance. The next day was Sunday and as the rain poured down in torrents from dawn till dusk Anne did not stir abroad from Green Gables. Monday afternoon Marilla sent her down to Mrs. Lynde s on an errand. In a very short space of time Anne came flying back up the lane with tears rolling down her cheeks. Into the kitchen she dashed and flung herself face downward on the sofa in an agony. "Whatever has gone wrong now, Anne?" queried Marilla in doubt and dismay. "I do hope you haven t gone and been saucy to Mrs. Lynde again." No answer from Anne save more tears and stormier sobs! "Anne Shirley, when I ask you a question I want to be answered. Sit right up this very minute and tell me what you are crying about." Anne sat up, tragedy personified. "Mrs. Lynde was up to see Mrs. Barry today and Mrs. Barry was in an awful state," she wailed. "She says that I set Diana DRUNK Saturday and sent her home in a disgraceful condition. And she says I must be a thoroughly bad, wicked little girl and she s never, never going to let Diana play with me again. Oh, Marilla, I m just overcome with woe." Marilla stared in blank amazement. "Set Diana drunk!" she said when she found her voice. "Anne are you or Mrs. Barry crazy? What on earth did you give her?" "Not a thing but raspberry cordial," sobbed Anne. "I never thought raspberry cordial would set people drunk, Marilla--not even if they drank three big tumblerfuls as Diana did. Oh, it sounds so--so--like Mrs. Thomas s husband! But I didn t mean to set her drunk." "Drunk fiddlesticks!" said Marilla, marching to the sitting room pantry. There on the shelf was a bottle which she at once recognized as one containing some of her three-year-old homemade currant wine for which she was celebrated in Avonlea, although certain of the stricter sort, Mrs. Barry among them, disapproved strongly of it. And at the same time Marilla recollected that she had put the bottle of raspberry cordial down in the cellar instead of in the pantry as she had told Anne. She went back to the kitchen with the wine bottle in her hand. Her face was twitching in spite of herself. "Anne, you certainly have a genius for getting into trouble. You went and gave Diana currant wine instead of raspberry cordial. Didn t you know the difference yourself?" "I never tasted it," said Anne. "I thought it was the cordial. I meant to be so--so--hospitable. Diana got awfully sick and had to go home. Mrs. Barry told Mrs. Lynde she was simply dead drunk. She just laughed silly-like when her mother asked her what was the matter and went to sleep and slept for hours. Her mother smelled her breath and knew she was drunk. She had a fearful headache all day yesterday. Mrs. Barry is so indignant. She will never believe but what I did it on purpose." "I should think she would better punish Diana for being so greedy as to drink three glassfuls of anything," said Marilla shortly. "Why, three of those big glasses would have made her sick even if it had only been cordial. Well, this story will be a nice handle for those folks who are so down on me for making currant wine, although I haven t made any for three years ever since I found out that the minister didn t approve. I just kept that bottle for sickness. There, there, child, don t cry. I can t see as you were to blame although I m sorry it happened so." "I must cry," said Anne. "My heart is broken. The stars in their courses fight against me, Marilla. Diana and I are parted forever. Oh, Marilla, I little dreamed of this when first we swore our vows of friendship." "Don t be foolish, Anne. Mrs. Barry will think better of it when she finds you re not to blame. I suppose she thinks you ve done it for a silly joke or something of that sort. You d best go up this evening and tell her how it was." "My courage fails me at the thought of facing Diana s injured mother," sighed Anne. "I wish you d go, Marilla. You re so much more dignified than I am. Likely she d listen to you quicker than to me." "Well, I will," said Marilla, reflecting that it would probably be the wiser course. "Don t cry any more, Anne. It will be all right." Marilla had changed her mind about it being all right by the time she got back from Orchard Slope. Anne was watching for her coming and flew to the porch door to meet her. "Oh, Marilla, I know by your face that it s been no use," she said sorrowfully. "Mrs. Barry won t forgive me?" "Mrs. Barry indeed!" snapped Marilla. "Of all the unreasonable women I ever saw she s the worst. I told her it was all a mistake and you weren t to blame, but she just simply didn t believe me. And she rubbed it well in about my currant wine and how I d always said it couldn t have the least effect on anybody. I just told her plainly that currant wine wasn t meant to be drunk three tumblerfuls at a time and that if a child I had to do with was so greedy I d sober her up with a right good spanking." Marilla whisked into the kitchen, grievously disturbed, leaving a very much distracted little soul in the porch behind her. Presently Anne stepped out bareheaded into the chill autumn dusk; very determinedly and steadily she took her way down through the sere clover field over the log bridge and up through the spruce grove, lighted by a pale little moon hanging low over the western woods. Mrs. Barry, coming to the door in answer to a timid knock, found a white-lipped eager-eyed suppliant on the doorstep. Her face hardened. Mrs. Barry was a woman of strong prejudices and dislikes, and her anger was of the cold, sullen sort which is always hardest to overcome. To do her justice, she really believed Anne had made Diana drunk out of sheer malice prepense, and she was honestly anxious to preserve her little daughter from the contamination of further intimacy with such a child. "What do you want?" she said stiffly. Anne clasped her hands. "Oh, Mrs. Barry, please forgive me. I did not mean to--to--intoxicate Diana. How could I? Just imagine if you were a poor little orphan girl that kind people had adopted and you had just one bosom friend in all the world. Do you think you would intoxicate her on purpose? I thought it was only raspberry cordial. I was firmly convinced it was raspberry cordial. Oh, please don t say that you won t let Diana play with me any more. If you do you will cover my life with a dark cloud of woe." This speech which would have softened good Mrs. Lynde s heart in a twinkling, had no effect on Mrs. Barry except to irritate her still more. She was suspicious of Anne s big words and dramatic gestures and imagined that the child was making fun of her. So she said, coldly and cruelly "I don t think you are a fit little girl for Diana to associate with. You d better go home and behave yourself." Anne s lips quivered. "Won t you let me see Diana just once to say farewell?" she implored. "Diana has gone over to Carmody with her father," said Mrs. Barry, going in and shutting the door. Anne went back to Green Gables calm with despair. "My last hope is gone," she told Marilla. "I went up and saw Mrs. Barry myself and she treated me very insultingly. Marilla, I do NOT think she is a well-bred woman. There is nothing more to do except to pray and I haven t much hope that that ll do much good because, Marilla, I do not believe that God Himself can do very much with such an obstinate person as Mrs. Barry." "Anne, you shouldn t say such things" rebuked Marilla, striving to overcome that unholy tendency to laughter which she was dismayed to find growing upon her. And indeed, when she told the whole story to Matthew that night, she did laugh heartily over Anne s tribulations. But when she slipped into the east gable before going to bed and found that Anne had cried herself to sleep an unaccustomed softness crept into her face. "Poor little soul," she murmured, lifting a loose curl of hair from the child s tear-stained face. Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow. CHAPTER XV UP CHAPTER XVII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 24 29 (Tue)

• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER X

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  CHAPTER IX UP CHAPTER XI CHAPTER X Anne s Apology Marilla said nothing to Matthew about the affair that evening; but when Anne proved still refractory the next morning an explanation had to be made to account for her absence from the breakfast table. Marilla told Matthew the whole story, taking pains to impress him with a due sense of the enormity of Anne s behavior. "It s a good thing Rachel Lynde got a calling down; she s a meddlesome old gossip," was Matthew s consolatory rejoinder. "Matthew Cuthbert, I m astonished at you. You know that Anne s behavior was dreadful, and yet you take her part! I suppose you ll be saying next thing that she oughtn t to be punished at all!" "Well now--no--not exactly," said Matthew uneasily. "I reckon she ought to be punished a little. But don t be too hard on her, Marilla. Recollect she hasn t ever had anyone to teach her right. You re--you re going to give her something to eat, aren t you?" "When did you ever hear of me starving people into good behavior?" demanded Marilla indignantly. "She ll have her meals regular, and I ll carry them up to her myself. But she ll stay up there until she s willing to apologize to Mrs. Lynde, and that s final, Matthew." Breakfast, dinner, and supper were very silent meals--for Anne still remained obdurate. After each meal Marilla carried a well-filled tray to the east gable and brought it down later on not noticeably depleted. Matthew eyed its last descent with a troubled eye. Had Anne eaten anything at all? When Marilla went out that evening to bring the cows from the back pasture, Matthew, who had been hanging about the barns and watching, slipped into the house with the air of a burglar and crept upstairs. As a general thing Matthew gravitated between the kitchen and the little bedroom off the hall where he slept; once in a while he ventured uncomfortably into the parlor or sitting room when the minister came to tea. But he had never been upstairs in his own house since the spring he helped Marilla paper the spare bedroom, and that was four years ago. He tiptoed along the hall and stood for several minutes outside the door of the east gable before he summoned courage to tap on it with his fingers and then open the door to peep in. Anne was sitting on the yellow chair by the window gazing mournfully out into the garden. Very small and unhappy she looked, and Matthew s heart smote him. He softly closed the door and tiptoed over to her. "Anne," he whispered, as if afraid of being overheard, "how are you making it, Anne?" Anne smiled wanly. "Pretty well. I imagine a good deal, and that helps to pass the time. Of course, it s rather lonesome. But then, I may as well get used to that." Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her. Matthew recollected that he must say what he had come to say without loss of time, lest Marilla return prematurely. "Well now, Anne, don t you think you d better do it and have it over with?" he whispered. "It ll have to be done sooner or later, you know, for Marilla s a dreadful deter- mined woman--dreadful determined, Anne. Do it right off, I say, and have it over." "Do you mean apologize to Mrs. Lynde?" "Yes--apologize--that s the very word," said Matthew eagerly. "Just smooth it over so to speak. That s what I was trying to get at." "I suppose I could do it to oblige you," said Anne thoughtfully. "It would be true enough to say I am sorry, because I AM sorry now. I wasn t a bit sorry last night. I was mad clear through, and I stayed mad all night. I know I did because I woke up three times and I was just furious every time. But this morning it was over. I wasn t in a temper anymore--and it left a dreadful sort of goneness, too. I felt so ashamed of myself. But I just couldn t think of going and telling Mrs. Lynde so. It would be so humiliating. I made up my mind I d stay shut up here forever rather than do that. But still--I d do anything for you--if you really want me to--" "Well now, of course I do. It s terrible lonesome downstairs without you. Just go and smooth things over-- that s a good girl." "Very well," said Anne resignedly. "I ll tell Marilla as soon as she comes in I ve repented." "That s right--that s right, Anne. But don t tell Marilla I said anything about it. She might think I was putting my oar in and I promised not to do that." "Wild horses won t drag the secret from me," promised Anne solemnly. "How would wild horses drag a secret from a person anyhow?" But Matthew was gone, scared at his own success. He fled hastily to the remotest corner of the horse pasture lest Marilla should suspect what he had been up to. Marilla herself, upon her return to the house, was agreeably surprised to hear a plaintive voice calling, "Marilla" over the banisters. "Well?" she said, going into the hall. "I m sorry I lost my temper and said rude things, and I m willing to go and tell Mrs. Lynde so." "Very well." Marilla s crispness gave no sign of her relief. She had been wondering what under the canopy she should do if Anne did not give in. "I ll take you down after milking." Accordingly, after milking, behold Marilla and Anne walking down the lane, the former erect and triumphant, the latter drooping and dejected. But halfway down Anne s dejection vanished as if by enchantment. She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her. Marilla beheld the change disapprovingly. This was no meek penitent such as it behooved her to take into the presence of the offended Mrs. Lynde. "What are you thinking of, Anne?" she asked sharply. "I m imagining out what I must say to Mrs. Lynde," answered Anne dreamily. This was satisfactory--or should have been so. But Marilla could not rid herself of the notion that something in her scheme of punishment was going askew. Anne had no business to look so rapt and radiant. Rapt and radiant Anne continued until they were in the very presence of Mrs. Lynde, who was sitting knitting by her kitchen window. Then the radiance vanished. Mournful penitence appeared on every feature. Before a word was spoken Anne suddenly went down on her knees before the astonished Mrs. Rachel and held out her hands beseechingly. "Oh, Mrs. Lynde, I am so extremely sorry," she said with a quiver in her voice. "I could never express all my sorrow, no, not if I used up a whole dictionary. You must just imagine it. I behaved terribly to you--and I ve disgraced the dear friends, Matthew and Marilla, who have let me stay at Green Gables although I m not a boy. I m a dreadfully wicked and ungrateful girl, and I deserve to be punished and cast out by respectable people forever. It was very wicked of me to fly into a temper because you told me the truth. It WAS the truth; every word you said was true. My hair is red and I m freckled and skinny and ugly. What I said to you was true, too, but I shouldn t have said it. Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please, please, forgive me. If you refuse it will be a lifelong sorrow on a poor little orphan girl, would you, even if she had a dreadful temper? Oh, I am sure you wouldn t. Please say you forgive me, Mrs. Lynde." Anne clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and waited for the word of judgment. There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former under- stood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure. Good Mrs. Lynde, not being overburdened with perception, did not see this. She only perceived that Anne had made a very thorough apology and all resentment vanished from her kindly, if somewhat officious, heart. "There, there, get up, child," she said heartily. "Of course I forgive you. I guess I was a little too hard on you, anyway. But I m such an outspoken person. You just mustn t mind me, that s what. It can t be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once--went to school with her, in fact--whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn. I wouldn t be a mite surprised if yours did, too--not a mite." "Oh, Mrs. Lynde!" Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet. "You have given me a hope. I shall always feel that you are a benefactor. Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up. It would be so much easier to be good if one s hair was a handsome auburn, don t you think? And now may I go out into your garden and sit on that bench under the apple-trees while you and Marilla are talking? There is so much more scope for imagination out there." "Laws, yes, run along, child. And you can pick a bouquet of them white June lilies over in the corner if you like." As the door closed behind Anne Mrs. Lynde got briskly up to light a lamp. "She s a real odd little thing. Take this chair, Marilla; it s easier than the one you ve got; I just keep that for the hired boy to sit on. Yes, she certainly is an odd child, but there is something kind of taking about her after all. I don t feel so surprised at you and Matthew keeping her as I did--nor so sorry for you, either. She may turn out all right. Of course, she has a queer way of expressing herself-- a little too--well, too kind of forcible, you know; but she ll likely get over that now that she s come to live among civilized folks. And then, her temper s pretty quick, I guess; but there s one comfort, a child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain t never likely to be sly or deceitful. Preserve me from a sly child, that s what. On the whole, Marilla, I kind of like her." When Marilla went home Anne came out of the fragrant twilight of the orchard with a sheaf of white narcissi in her hands. "I apologized pretty well, didn t I?" she said proudly as they went down the lane. "I thought since I had to do it I might as well do it thoroughly." "You did it thoroughly, all right enough," was Marilla s comment. Marilla was dismayed at finding herself inclined to laugh over the recollection. She had also an uneasy feeling that she ought to scold Anne for apologizing so well; but then, that was ridiculous! She compromised with her conscience by saying severely "I hope you won t have occasion to make many more such apologies. I hope you ll try to control your temper now, Anne." "That wouldn t be so hard if people wouldn t twit me about my looks," said Anne with a sigh. "I don t get cross about other things; but I m SO tired of being twitted about my hair and it just makes me boil right over. Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?" "You shouldn t think so much about your looks, Anne. I m afraid you are a very vain little girl." "How can I be vain when I know I m homely?" protested Anne. "I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn t pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful--just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn t beautiful." "Handsome is as handsome does," quoted Marilla. "I ve had that said to me before, but I have my doubts about it," remarked skeptical Anne, sniffing at her narcissi. "Oh, aren t these flowers sweet! It was lovely of Mrs. Lynde to give them to me. I have no hard feelings against Mrs. Lynde now. It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn t it? Aren t the stars bright tonight? If you could live in a star, which one would you pick? I d like that lovely clear big one away over there above that dark hill." "Anne, do hold your tongue." said Marilla, thoroughly worn out trying to follow the gyrations of Anne s thoughts. Anne said no more until they turned into their own lane. A little gypsy wind came down it to meet them, laden with the spicy perfume of young dew-wet ferns. Far up in the shadows a cheerful light gleamed out through the trees from the kitchen at Green Gables. Anne suddenly came close to Marilla and slipped her hand into the older woman s hard palm. "It s lovely to be going home and know it s home," she said. "I love Green Gables already, and I never loved any place before. No place ever seemed like home. Oh, Marilla, I m so happy. I could pray right now and not find it a bit hard." Something warm and pleasant welled up in Marilla s heart at touch of that thin little hand in her own--a throb of the maternity she had missed, perhaps. Its very unaccustomedness and sweetness disturbed her. She hastened to restore her sensations to their normal calm by inculcating a moral. "If you ll be a good girl you ll always be happy, Anne. And you should never find it hard to say your prayers." "Saying one s prayers isn t exactly the same thing as praying," said Anne meditatively. "But I m going to imagine that I m the wind that is blowing up there in those tree tops. When I get tired of the trees I ll imagine I m gently waving down here in the ferns--and then I ll fly over to Mrs. Lynde s garden and set the flowers dancing--and then I ll go with one great swoop over the clover field--and then I ll blow over the Lake of Shining Waters and ripple it all up into little sparkling waves. Oh, there s so much scope for imagination in a wind! So I ll not talk any more just now, Marilla." "Thanks be to goodness for that," breathed Marilla in devout relief. CHAPTER IX UP CHAPTER XI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 29 12 (Tue)

• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XXXIII

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  CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert "Put on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly. They were together in the east gable chamber; outside it was only twilight--a lovely yellowish-green twilight with a clear-blue cloudless sky. A big round moon, slowly deepening from her pallid luster into burnished silver, hung over the Haunted Wood; the air was full of sweet summer sounds--sleepy birds twittering, freakish breezes, faraway voices and laughter. But in Anne s room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important toilet was being made. The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years before, when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its inhospitable chill. Changes had crept in, Marilla conniving at them resignedly, until it was as sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire. The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne s early visions had certainly never materialized; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth, and it is not probable she lamented them. The floor was covered with a pretty matting, and the curtains that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale-green art muslin. The walls, hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry, but with a dainty apple-blossom paper, were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan. Miss Stacy s photograph occupied the place of honor, and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance. There was no "mahogany furniture," but there was a white-painted bookcase filled with books, a cushioned wicker rocker, a toilet table befrilled with white muslin, a quaint, gilt-framed mirror with chubby pink Cupids and purple grapes painted over its arched top, that used to hang in the spare room, and a low white bed. Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; and Laura Spencer of Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite. As Anne would have said at one time, it was "an epoch in her life," and she was deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honor conferred on his Anne and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn t think it was very proper for a lot of young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them. Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their double-seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going too. There was a party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to the performers. "Do you really think the organdy will be best?" queried Anne anxiously. "I don t think it s as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin--and it certainly isn t so fashionable." "But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana. "It s so soft and frilly and clinging. The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew on you." Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild-rose pink, from which Anne was forever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the Queen s taste. "Pull out that frill a little more--so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers. I m going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them halfway up with big white bows--no, don t pull out a single curl over your forehead--just have the soft part. There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear. There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you." "Shall I put my pearl beads on?" asked Anne. "Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he d like to see them on me." Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne s slim milk-white throat. "There s something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration. "You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it s your figure. I am just a dumpling. I ve always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it." "But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn t complain. Am I all ready now?" "All ready," assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. "Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn t she look lovely?" Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt. "She looks neat and proper. I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she ll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these damp nights. Organdy s the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays. Time was when he would take my advice, but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on." Then Marilla stalked downstairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that "One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown" and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite. "I wonder if it IS too damp for my dress," said Anne anxiously. "Not a bit of it," said Diana, pulling up the window blind. "It s a perfect night, and there won t be any dew. Look at the moonlight." "I m so glad my window looks east into the sunrising," said Anne, going over to Diana. "It s so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It s new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don t know how I ll get along without it when I go to town next month." "Don t speak of your going away tonight," begged Diana. "I don t want to think of it, it makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time this evening. What are you going to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?" "Not a bit. I ve recited so often in public I don t mind at all now. I ve decided to give `The Maiden s Vow. It s so pathetic. Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but I d rather make people cry than laugh." "What will you recite if they encore you?" "They won t dream of encoring me," scoffed Anne, who was not without her own secret hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next morning s breakfast table. "There are Billy and Jane now-- I hear the wheels. Come on." Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him, so she unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls, where she could have laughed and chattered to her heart s content. There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round, expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. But he admired Anne immensely, and was puffed up with pride over the prospect of driving to White Sands with that slim, upright figure beside him. Anne, by dint of talking over her shoulder to the girls and occasionally passing a sop of civility to Billy--who grinned and chuckled and never could think of any reply until it was too late--contrived to enjoy the drive in spite of all. It was a night for enjoyment. The road was full of buggies, all bound for the hotel, and laughter, silver clear, echoed and reechoed along it. When they reached the hotel it was a blaze of light from top to bottom. They were met by the ladies of the concert committee, one of whom took Anne off to the performers dressing room which was filled with the members of a Charlottetown Symphony Club, among whom Anne felt suddenly shy and frightened and countrified. Her dress, which, in the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain--too simple and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her. What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her? And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hothouse flowers the others wore! Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner. She wished herself back in the white room at Green Gables. It was still worse on the platform of the big concert hall of the hotel, where she presently found herself. The electric lights dazzled her eyes, the perfume and hum bewildered her. She wished she were sitting down in the audience with Diana and Jane, who seemed to be having a splendid time away at the back. She was wedged in between a stout lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful-looking girl in a white-lace dress. The stout lady occasionally turned her head squarely around and surveyed Anne through her eyeglasses until Anne, acutely sensitive of being so scrutinized, felt that she must scream aloud; and the white-lace girl kept talking audibly to her next neighbor about the "country bumpkins" and "rustic belles" in the audience, languidly anticipating "such fun" from the displays of local talent on the program. Anne believed that she would hate that white-lace girl to the end of life. Unfortunately for Anne, a professional elocutionist was staying at the hotel and had consented to recite. She was a lithe, dark-eyed woman in a wonderful gown of shimmering gray stuff like woven moonbeams, with gems on her neck and in her dark hair. She had a marvelously flexible voice and wonderful power of expression; the audience went wild over her selection. Anne, forgetting all about herself and her troubles for the time, listened with rapt and shining eyes; but when the recitation ended she suddenly put her hands over her face. She could never get up and recite after that--never. Had she ever thought she could recite? Oh, if she were only back at Green Gables! At this unpropitious moment her name was called. Somehow Anne--who did not notice the rather guilty little start of surprise the white-lace girl gave, and would not have understood the subtle compliment implied therein if she had--got on her feet, and moved dizzily out to the front. She was so pale that Diana and Jane, down in the audience, clasped each other s hands in nervous sympathy. Anne was the victim of an overwhelming attack of stage fright. Often as she had recited in public, she had never before faced such an audience as this, and the sight of it paralyzed her energies completely. Everything was so strange, so brilliant, so bewildering--the rows of ladies in evening dress, the critical faces, the whole atmosphere of wealth and culture about her. Very different this from the plain benches at the Debating Club, filled with the homely, sympathetic faces of friends and neighbors. These people, she thought, would be merciless critics. Perhaps, like the white-lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her "rustic" efforts. She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable. Her knees trembled, her heart fluttered, a horrible faintness came over her; not a word could she utter, and the next moment she would have fled from the platform despite the humiliation which, she felt, must ever after be her portion if she did so. But suddenly, as her dilated, frightened eyes gazed out over the audience, she saw Gilbert Blythe away at the back of the room, bending forward with a smile on his face--a smile which seemed to Anne at once triumphant and taunting. In reality it was nothing of the kind. Gilbert was merely smiling with appreciation of the whole affair in general and of the effect produced by Anne s slender white form and spiritual face against a background of palms in particular. Josie Pye, whom he had driven over, sat beside him, and her face certainly was both triumphant and taunting. But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have cared if she had. She drew a long breath and flung her head up proudly, courage and determination tingling over her like an electric shock. She WOULD NOT fail before Gilbert Blythe--he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never! Her fright and nervousness vanished; and she began her recitation, her clear, sweet voice reaching to the farthest corner of the room without a tremor or a break. Self-possession was fully restored to her, and in the reaction from that horrible moment of powerlessness she recited as she had never done before. When she finished there were bursts of honest applause. Anne, stepping back to her seat, blushing with shyness and delight, found her hand vigorously clasped and shaken by the stout lady in pink silk. "My dear, you did splendidly," she puffed. "I ve been crying like a baby, actually I have. There, they re encoring you-- they re bound to have you back!" "Oh, I can t go," said Anne confusedly. "But yet--I must, or Matthew will be disappointed. He said they would encore me." "Then don t disappoint Matthew," said the pink lady, laughing. Smiling, blushing, limpid eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little selection that captivated her audience still further. The rest of the evening was quite a little triumph for her. When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady--who was the wife of an American millionaire--took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was very nice to her. The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her, telling her that she had a charming voice and "interpreted" her selections beautifully. Even the white-lace girl paid her a languid little compliment. They had supper in the big, beautifully decorated dining room; Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal fear of some such invitation. He was in waiting for them, with the team, however, when it was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance. Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs. Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts. "Hasn t it been a perfectly splendid time?" sighed Jane, as they drove away. "I just wish I was a rich American and could spend my summer at a hotel and wear jewels and low-necked dresses and have ice cream and chicken salad every blessed day. I m sure it would be ever so much more fun than teaching school. Anne, your recitation was simply great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin. I think it was better than Mrs. Evans s." "Oh, no, don t say things like that, Jane," said Anne quickly, "because it sounds silly. It couldn t be better than Mrs. Evans s, you know, for she is a professional, and I m only a schoolgirl, with a little knack of reciting. I m quite satisfied if the people just liked mine pretty well." "I ve a compliment for you, Anne," said Diana. "At least I think it must be a compliment because of the tone he said it in. Part of it was anyhow. There was an American sitting behind Jane and me--such a romantic-looking man, with coal-black hair and eyes. Josie Pye says he is a distinguished artist, and that her mother s cousin in Boston is married to a man that used to go to school with him. Well, we heard him say--didn t we, Jane?--`Who is that girl on the platform with the splendid Titian hair? She has a face I should like to paint. There now, Anne. But what does Titian hair mean?" "Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess," laughed Anne. "Titian was a very famous artist who liked to paint red-haired women." "DID you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?" sighed Jane. "They were simply dazzling. Wouldn t you just love to be rich, girls?" "We ARE rich," said Anne staunchly. "Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, and we re happy as queens, and we ve all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn t change into any of those women if you could. Would you want to be that white-lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you d been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you d really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look. You KNOW you wouldn t, Jane Andrews!" "I DON T know--exactly," said Jane unconvinced. "I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal." "Well, I don t want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I m quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady s jewels." CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 17 20 (Tue)

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  CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert 第33章 ホテルの演芸会（コンサート）（松本訳） "Put on your white organdy, by all means, Anne," advised Diana decidedly. They were together in the east gable chamber; outside it was only twilight--a lovely yellowish-green twilight with a clear-blue cloudless sky. A big round moon, slowly deepening from her pallid luster into burnished silver, hung over the Haunted Wood; the air was full of sweet summer sounds--sleepy birds twittering, freakish breezes, faraway voices and laughter. But in Anne s room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted, for an important toilet was being made. The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years before, 「four years before」そろそろ終盤モードになって、回想している when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its inhospitable chill. CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised との比較 Changes had crept in, Marilla conniving at them resignedly, until it was as sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire. 「young girl」もちろん little ではないけれども、big でもない。bigよりも young のほうが大人っぽい気がするのは気のせいかしら The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne s early visions had certainly never materialized; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth, 「her dreams had kept pace with her growth」そうでなくちゃ。ここでも、growth 成長が重要なキーワードとなっている and it is not probable she lamented them. The floor was covered with a pretty matting, 床といえば、マリラお手製の丸いマットがあっただけ。「The floor was bare, too, except for a round braided mat in the middle such as Anne had never seen before.」CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised and the curtains that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale-green art muslin. 窓はフリルがついているだけで白だった。「the window, with an icy white muslin frill over it」CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised The walls, hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry, but with a dainty apple-blossom paper, 壁にはもちろん何もなかった。「The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness. 」CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised もちろん、sheはアン 「apple-blossom」りんごの花といえば、もちろん、White Way of Delight 歓びの白い路（松本訳）（CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert is surprised ） were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan. Miss Stacy s photograph occupied the place of honor, 「photograph」当時は、せがんでいただいたものなのでしょうか。それとも、差し上げたものなのでしょうか（ステイシー先生からアンへとなると差し上げるは言葉遣いがちょっとヘンですが。あ、プレゼントと言えばいいのか）。アヴォンリーやカーモディには写真屋さんはなさそうなので、撮影や焼き増しはシャーロットタウンで、かしら？ and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it. Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance. There was no "mahogany furniture," but there was a white-painted bookcase filled with books, 「bookcase」本棚といえば、本の入っていないトマスのおばさんの、ガラスの扉のもの。「a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors. There weren t any books in it」 そして、もちろん、ケイティ・モーリス（CHAPTER VIII with impression? Anne s Bringing-up Is Begun） a cushioned wicker rocker, a toilet table befrilled with white muslin, a quaint, gilt-framed mirror with chubby pink Cupids and purple grapes painted over its arched top, 「mirror」鏡といえば、縦8インチ、横6インチの小さなもの「a little six-by-eight mirror」（CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised） that used to hang in the spare room, 「in the spare room」客用寝室に掛けてあっただけあって、紫（最も高貴な色）が使ってあったり、キューピッドがいたりする and a low white bed. 「bed」ベッドは、古風の高さのあるものでした。「the bed, a high, old-fashioned one, with four dark, low- turned posts.」（CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised）いつ替えたのでしょう。ベッドの中にもぐったとかベッドの上に倒れた／腰かけたといった描写はいくつもありますが、ベッドそのものの描写はない などなどと、読者に思い出してもらいたいという仕掛けが、あまり工夫されているわけでもなくあるパラグラフ Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel. The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along. Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir 「Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir」パール・クレイ（真珠色の粘土）、ホワイトサンズ（白い砂）。物語クラブでお話を作ったとき、ダイアナは困るとすぐに登場人物を殺してしまうとアンは批評していましたが（CHAPTER XXVI with impression The Story Club Is Formed ）、登場人物の名前に困ると、つい、土地の名前を借りてくる癖がモードにはあった？？？（Charlotte Gillisがシャーロットタウンに行く前のところに出てきたり…… CHAPTER XXIX with impression An Epoch in Anne s Life ） 「Baptist」松本訳注第33章(1) p. 525参照 had been asked to sing a duet; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad; 気にしすぎでしょうけども「Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody」の頭文字がWABCとABCになっているのも意味があるか（あまり面白くない駄洒落かなにか）と思ってしまったり…… and Laura Spencer of Spencervale Spencervaleの Laura Spencerさん…… and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite. As Anne would have said at one time, it was "an epoch in her life," 「"an epoch in her life"」もう、自分の作品を「古典扱い」にしている？＞モードやりすぎよ…… CHAPTER XXIX with impression An Epoch in Anne s Life ） and she was deliciously athrill with the excitement of it. Matthew was in the seventh heaven of gratified pride over the honor conferred on his Anne 「the seventh heaven」チャーリー・スローンとマシューは似ている……（CHAPTER XVII with impression? A New Interest in Life） and Marilla was not far behind, although she would have died rather than admit it, and said she didn t think it was very proper for a lot of young folks to be gadding over to the hotel without any responsible person with them. Anne and Diana were to drive over with Jane Andrews and her brother Billy in their double-seated buggy; and several other Avonlea girls and boys were going too. There was a party of visitors expected out from town, and after the concert a supper was to be given to the performers. 「supper」ホテルの夕食はディナーじゃなかったの？残念。そういえば、アンはダイアナと一緒にバリーさんに連れていってもらってディナーをいただいたんでしょうか。この丁度１年前あたりのことですが（CHAPTER XXX with impression The Queens Class Is Organized） "Do you really think the organdy will be best?" queried Anne anxiously. "I don t think it s as pretty as my blue-flowered muslin--and it certainly isn t so fashionable." "But it suits you ever so much better," said Diana. "It s so soft and frilly and clinging. The muslin is stiff, and makes you look too dressed up. But the organdy seems as if it grew on you." Anne sighed and yielded. Diana was beginning to have a reputation for notable taste in dressing, and her advice on such subjects was much sought after. She was looking very pretty herself on this particular night in a dress of the lovely wild-rose pink, from which Anne was forever debarred; but she was not to take any part in the concert, so her appearance was of minor importance. All her pains were bestowed upon Anne, who, she vowed, must, for the credit of Avonlea, be dressed and combed and adorned to the Queen s taste. "Pull out that frill a little more--so; here, let me tie your sash; now for your slippers. I m going to braid your hair in two thick braids, and tie them halfway up with big white bows-- 「braids」緑色に髪を染めてしまって、ばっさり切ってから（CHAPTER XXVII with impression Vanity and Vexation of Spirit）、２年４ヶ月。みっともないということはないにせよ、まだあまり長くなっていないはず。せいぜい、肩くらい。そうすると、太めに編んだ２本の髪を大きな白いリボンでまとめてちょっと浮かすといっても、短いので、編んだ髪をきゅっと後ろでまとめて（まとめ方によってはおだんご？）白いリボンに隠れるくらいでしょうか no, don t pull out a single curl over your forehead--just have the soft part. There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs. Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so. I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear. There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you." "Shall I put my pearl beads on?" asked Anne. "Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he d like to see them on me." Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne s slim milk-white throat. "There s something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration. "You hold your head with such an air. I suppose it s your figure. I am just a dumpling. I ve always been afraid of it, and now I know it is so. Well, I suppose I shall just have to resign myself to it." "But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. 「the pretty, vivacious face so near her own」顔を近づけて：ふたりの親しさ、近しさがよくでている。これを読むと、ダイアナとはじめて会った日の様子を読者に思い出させる、そういうふうに仕込んであるとは考えすぎ？「The two little girls walked with their arms about each other.」（CHAPTER XII with impression? A Solemn Vow and Promise） "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn t complain. Am I all ready now?" "All ready," assured Diana, as Marilla appeared in the doorway, a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face. 「a gaunt figure with grayer hair than of yore and no fewer angles, but with a much softer face.」マリラもいくらか変わったところがある。やせていかつい体つきは変わらないが、白髪が増え、やさしい顔つきになった「Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks ... She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor.」（CHAPTER I with impression Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised） "Come right in and look at our elocutionist, Marilla. Doesn t she look lovely?" 「elocutionist」あとでプロがでてくる伏線 Marilla emitted a sound between a sniff and a grunt. "She looks neat and proper. 「She」会話の流れからだけでなく、アンをSheと言っていることからも、ダイアナと話していることがわかる。少なくともはじめは I like that way of fixing her hair. But I expect she ll ruin that dress driving over there in the dust and dew with it, and it looks most too thin for these damp nights. Organdy s the most unserviceable stuff in the world anyhow, and I told Matthew so when he got it. But there is no use in saying anything to Matthew nowadays. Time was when he would take my advice, 「Time was when」= There was time when but now he just buys things for Anne regardless, and the clerks at Carmody know they can palm anything off on him. 「palm off」だましてつかませる：あとで、palmも鍵になる マシューがアンの服を、レイチェルやマリラの助けを借りずに買ってやっている！はいはい、ちゃんと CHAPTER XXV with impression? Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves を思い出しましたよ Just let them tell him a thing is pretty and fashionable, and Matthew plunks his money down for it. Mind you keep your skirt clear of the wheel, Anne, and put your warm jacket on." 「your... Anne」ここではもちろん、アンに言っている Then Marilla stalked downstairs, thinking proudly how sweet Anne looked, with that "One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown" 「One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown」松本訳注第33章(2) p. 525参照 and regretting that she could not go to the concert herself to hear her girl recite. "I wonder if it IS too damp for my dress," said Anne anxiously. "Not a bit of it," said Diana, pulling up the window blind. "It s a perfect night, and there won t be any dew. Look at the moonlight." "I m so glad my window looks east into the sunrising," said Anne, この言葉を聞いて（読んで）、アンがグリーンゲイブルズではじめて迎えた朝の様子（CHAPTER IV with impression? Morning at Green Gables）を思い出してしまうのは、モードのワナにはまってしまったのかしら going over to Diana. "It s so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It s new every morning, 「It s new every morning」松本訳注第33章(3) p. 525参照 and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh, Diana, I love this little room so dearly. I don t know how I ll get along without it when I go to town next month." "Don t speak of your going away tonight," begged Diana. "I don t want to think of it, it makes me so miserable, and I do want to have a good time this evening. What are you going to recite, Anne? And are you nervous?" "Not a bit. I ve recited so often in public I don t mind at all now. 緊張していないとの答えも、あとの伏線 I ve decided to give `The Maiden s Vow. 「The Maiden s Vow」松本訳注第33章(4) p. 526参照 It s so pathetic. Laura Spencer is going to give a comic recitation, but I d rather make people cry than laugh." "What will you recite if they encore you?" "They won t dream of encoring me," scoffed Anne, who was not without her own secret hopes that they would, and already visioned herself telling Matthew all about it at the next morning s breakfast table. "There are Billy and Jane now-- I hear the wheels. Come on." Billy Andrews insisted that Anne should ride on the front seat with him, so she unwillingly climbed up. She would have much preferred to sit back with the girls, where she could have laughed and chattered to her heart s content. このdouble-seated buggyに、アン、ビリーが前、ダイアナ、ジェーンが後ろに乗り込んだということは２列はみな前向き There was not much of either laughter or chatter in Billy. He was a big, fat, stolid youth of twenty, with a round, expressionless face, and a painful lack of conversational gifts. 「a painful lack of conversational gifts」このビリーの描写、ちょっとひどーい But he admired Anne immensely, and was puffed up with pride over the prospect of driving to White Sands with that slim, upright figure beside him. Anne, by dint of talking over her shoulder to the girls and occasionally passing a sop of civility to Billy--who grinned and chuckled and never could think of any reply until it was too late--contrived to enjoy the drive in spite of all. It was a night for enjoyment. The road was full of buggies, all bound for the hotel, and laughter, silver clear, echoed and reechoed along it. When they reached the hotel it was a blaze of light from top to bottom. They were met by the ladies of the concert committee, one of whom took Anne off to the performers dressing room which was filled with the members of a Charlottetown Symphony Club, 「Charlottetown Symphony Club」松本訳注第33章(5) p. 527参照 among whom Anne felt suddenly shy and frightened and countrified. Her dress, which, in the east gable, had seemed so dainty and pretty, now seemed simple and plain--too simple and plain, she thought, among all the silks and laces that glistened and rustled around her. 「the silks and laces」ここでは特定の、ではないのですが、絹とレースで華やかさを表している What were her pearl beads compared to the diamonds of the big, handsome lady near her? And how poor her one wee white rose must look beside all the hothouse flowers the others wore! Anne laid her hat and jacket away, and shrank miserably into a corner. She wished herself back in the white room at Green Gables. It was still worse on the platform of the big concert hall of the hotel, where she presently found herself. The electric lights dazzled her eyes, 「electric lights」電灯！ the perfume and hum bewildered her. She wished she were sitting down in the audience with Diana and Jane, who seemed to be having a splendid time away at the back. She was wedged in between a stout lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful-looking girl in a white-lace dress. 「a stout lady in pink silk and a tall, scornful-looking girl in a white-lace dress」絹やレースの華やかなドレスを着た人の代表（ほとんど生贄？）の登場 The stout lady occasionally turned her head squarely around and surveyed Anne through her eyeglasses until Anne, acutely sensitive of being so scrutinized, felt that she must scream aloud; and the white-lace girl kept talking audibly to her next neighbor about the "country bumpkins" and "rustic belles" in the audience, languidly anticipating "such fun" from the displays of local talent on the program. Anne believed that she would hate that white-lace girl to the end of life. 「to the end of life」久々の big words Unfortunately for Anne, a professional elocutionist was staying at the hotel and had consented to recite. She was a lithe, dark-eyed woman in a wonderful gown of shimmering gray stuff like woven moonbeams, with gems on her neck and in her dark hair. She had a marvelously flexible voice and wonderful power of expression; the audience went wild over her selection. Anne, forgetting all about herself and her troubles for the time, listened with rapt and shining eyes; but when the recitation ended she suddenly put her hands over her face. She could never get up and recite after that--never. Had she ever thought she could recite? Oh, if she were only back at Green Gables! 「if she were only」仮定法：できさえすればいいのに、できない At this unpropitious moment her name was called. Somehow Anne--who did not notice the rather guilty little start of surprise the white-lace girl gave, and would not have understood the subtle compliment implied therein if she had--got on her feet, and moved dizzily out to the front. She was so pale that Diana and Jane, down in the audience, clasped each other s hands in nervous sympathy. Anne was the victim of an overwhelming attack of stage fright. Often as she had recited in public, she had never before faced such an audience as this, and the sight of it paralyzed her energies completely. Everything was so strange, so brilliant, so bewildering--the rows of ladies in evening dress, the critical faces, the whole atmosphere of wealth and culture about her. Very different this from the plain benches 「Very different this from」たぶん、This was very different fromとすると普通の文になる at the Debating Club, filled with the homely, sympathetic faces of friends and neighbors. These people, she thought, would be merciless critics. Perhaps, like the white-lace girl, they anticipated amusement from her "rustic" efforts. She felt hopelessly, helplessly ashamed and miserable. Her knees trembled, her heart fluttered, a horrible faintness came over her; not a word could she utter, and the next moment she would have fled from the platform despite the humiliation which, she felt, must ever after be her portion if she did so. But suddenly, as her dilated, frightened eyes gazed out over the audience, she saw Gilbert Blythe away at the back of the room, bending forward with a smile on his face--a smile which seemed to Anne at once triumphant and taunting. In reality it was nothing of the kind. Gilbert was merely smiling with appreciation of the whole affair in general and of the effect produced by Anne s slender white form and spiritual face against a background of palms in particular. 「palms」またもやpalm。ここでは、ヤシ／シュロの木ととるのが素直。palmの入ったイディオムでは、上のマシューのところの「だましてつかませる（palm off）」のほか、「yeild (give) the palm to ～に勝ちを譲る、負ける」もある。ここは、ギルバートがアンの出演を素直に認めていて、しかも、自分が出ていないことも許している、ということがあるのかも、なんて思ってしまったり。想像しすぎかしら。againstという単語からそんな気がしてきてしまったのですが……。ギルバートはもう何度も出演している、という話題がCHAPTER XIX with impression? A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession にあったりします。 "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. もっともこれはThe Avonlea Debating Clubの話で、ホワイトサンズのホテルのConcertに比べれば小さなもの。 Josie Pye, whom he had driven over, sat beside him, and her face certainly was both triumphant and taunting. But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have cared if she had. She drew a long breath and flung her head up proudly, courage and determination tingling over her like an electric shock. She WOULD NOT fail before Gilbert Blythe-- またまたあ、もう…… he should never be able to laugh at her, never, never! Her fright and nervousness vanished; and she began her recitation, her clear, sweet voice reaching to the farthest corner of the room without a tremor or a break. Self-possession was fully restored to her, and in the reaction from that horrible moment of powerlessness she recited as she had never done before. When she finished there were bursts of honest applause. Anne, stepping back to her seat, blushing with shyness and delight, found her hand vigorously clasped and shaken by the stout lady in pink silk. "My dear, you did splendidly," she puffed. "I ve been crying like a baby, actually I have. There, they re encoring you-- they re bound to have you back!" "Oh, I can t go," said Anne confusedly. "But yet--I must, or Matthew will be disappointed. He said they would encore me." "Then don t disappoint Matthew," said the pink lady, laughing. Smiling, blushing, limpid eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little selection that captivated her audience still further. The rest of the evening was quite a little triumph for her. When the concert was over, the stout, pink lady--who was the wife of an American millionaire--took her under her wing, and introduced her to everybody; and everybody was very nice to her. The professional elocutionist, Mrs. Evans, came and chatted with her, telling her that she had a charming voice and "interpreted" her selections beautifully. 「"interpreted"」わざわさクォーテーションで（Puffin Books版ではシングル）囲んでいるところを見ると、「解釈」と「演出（表現）」の両方をもったいぶって説明され、ほめられたんでしょうか Even the white-lace girl paid her a languid little compliment. They had supper in the big, beautifully decorated dining room; 「supper」やはりdinnerではないので、少し軽い？ Diana and Jane were invited to partake of this, also, since they had come with Anne, but Billy was nowhere to be found, having decamped in mortal fear of some such invitation. He was in waiting for them, with the team, 「team」（車、ソリにつながれた）動物の１組。大型馬車だけあって、２頭立て？ however, when it was all over, and the three girls came merrily out into the calm, white moonshine radiance. Anne breathed deeply, and looked into the clear sky beyond the dark boughs of the firs. Oh, it was good to be out again in the purity and silence of the night! 人工的な室内よりやっぱりプリンスエドワード島の自然のほうがいい、は、アンのいつもの、そして、下での発言にある気持そのもの。あ、ここでは、CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert is surprised の「This Island is the bloomiest place. I just love it already, and I m so glad I m going to live here. I ve always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world, and I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really expected I would.」とのアンのおしゃべりを思い出すべきでしょうか How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts. "Hasn t it been a perfectly splendid time?" sighed Jane, as they drove away. "I just wish I was a rich American and could spend my summer at a hotel and wear jewels and low-necked dresses and have ice cream and chicken salad every blessed day. 「chicken salad」鶏料理はやはり贅沢？ I m sure it would be ever so much more fun than teaching school. Anne, your recitation was simply great, although I thought at first you were never going to begin. I think it was better than Mrs. Evans s." "Oh, no, don t say things like that, Jane," said Anne quickly, "because it sounds silly. It couldn t be better than Mrs. Evans s, you know, for she is a professional, and I m only a schoolgirl, with a little knack of reciting. I m quite satisfied if the people just liked mine pretty well." "I ve a compliment for you, Anne," said Diana. "At least I think it must be a compliment because of the tone he said it in. Part of it was anyhow. There was an American sitting behind Jane and me--such a romantic-looking man, with coal-black hair and eyes. Josie Pye says he is a distinguished artist, and that her mother s cousin in Boston is married to a man that used to go to school with him. Well, we heard him say--didn t we, Jane?--`Who is that girl on the platform with the splendid Titian hair? She has a face I should like to paint. There now, Anne. But what does Titian hair mean?" "Being interpreted it means plain red, I guess," laughed Anne. "Titian was a very famous artist who liked to paint red-haired women." 「Titian」松本訳注第33章(6) p. 527参照 "DID you see all the diamonds those ladies wore?" sighed Jane. "They were simply dazzling. Wouldn t you just love to be rich, girls?" "We ARE rich," said Anne staunchly. "Why, we have sixteen years to our credit, 胸の張れる１６年間。こういうメッセージ性はこの「赤毛のアン」の人気のひとつかも。そして、アンがグリーンゲイブルズに来てから幸せな日々を過ごしてきたことの意味でもある and we re happy as queens, and we ve all got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn t change into any of those women if you could. Would you want to be that white-lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you d been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you d really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look. You KNOW you wouldn t, Jane Andrews!" これ、アン。アラン夫人の言葉を忘れたのかい。Mrs. Allan says we should never make uncharitable speeches; but they do slip out so often before you think, don t they?CHAPTER XXVI with impression The Story Club Is Formed "I DON T know--exactly," said Jane unconvinced. "I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal." ジェーンのこの言葉も、それはそれで普通の感覚 "Well, I don t want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I m quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady s jewels." ワタシはワタシ。グリーンゲイブルズのアンでいたい。こういうふうに言える子供時代を過ごせるのは幸せ CHAPTER XXXII UP CHAPTER XXXIV 27 28 July 2007 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 27 July 2007 last update 2007-07-28 13 14 05 (Sat)

• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XX

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  CHAPTER XIX UP CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER XX A Good Imagination Gone Wrong Spring had come once more to Green Gables--the beautiful capricious, reluctant Canadian spring, lingering along through April and May in a succession of sweet, fresh, chilly days, with pink sunsets and miracles of resurrection and growth. The maples in Lover s Lane were red budded and little curly ferns pushed up around the Dryad s Bubble. Away up in the barrens, behind Mr. Silas Sloane s place, the Mayflowers blossomed out, pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves. All the school girls and boys had one golden afternoon gathering them, coming home in the clear, echoing twilight with arms and baskets full of flowery spoil. "I m so sorry for people who live in lands where there are no Mayflowers," said Anne. "Diana says perhaps they have something better, but there couldn t be anything better than Mayflowers, could there, Marilla? And Diana says if they don t know what they are like they don t miss them. But I think that is the saddest thing of all. I think it would be TRAGIC, Marilla, not to know what Mayflowers are like and NOT to miss them. Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer and this is their heaven. But we had a splendid time today, Marilla. We had our lunch down in a big mossy hollow by an old well--such a ROMANTIC spot. Charlie Sloane dared Arty Gillis to jump over it, and Arty did because he wouldn t take a dare. Nobody would in school. It is very FASHIONABLE to dare. Mr. Phillips gave all the Mayflowers he found to Prissy Andrews and I heard him to say `sweets to the sweet. He got that out of a book, I know; but it shows he has some imagination. I was offered some Mayflowers too, but I rejected them with scorn. I can t tell you the person s name because I have vowed never to let it cross my lips. We made wreaths of the Mayflowers and put them on our hats; and when the time came to go home we marched in procession down the road, two by two, with our bouquets and wreaths, singing `My Home on the Hill. Oh, it was so thrilling, Marilla. All Mr. Silas Sloane s folks rushed out to see us and everybody we met on the road stopped and stared after us. We made a real sensation." "Not much wonder! Such silly doings!" was Marilla s response. After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them. Anne walked through it on her way to school with reverent steps and worshiping eyes, as if she trod on holy ground. "Somehow," she told Diana, "when I m going through here I don t really care whether Gil--whether anybody gets ahead of me in class or not. But when I m up in school it s all different and I care as much as ever. There s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn t be half so interesting." One June evening, when the orchards were pink blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. In all essential respects the little gable chamber was unchanged. The walls were as white, the pincushion as hard, the chairs as stiffly and yellowly upright as ever. Yet the whole character of the room was altered. It was full of a new vital, pulsing personality that seemed to pervade it and to be quite independent of schoolgirl books and dresses and ribbons, and even of the cracked blue jug full of apple blossoms on the table. It was as if all the dreams, sleeping and waking, of its vivid occupant had taken a visible although unmaterial form and had tapestried the bare room with splendid filmy tissues of rainbow and moonshine. Presently Marilla came briskly in with some of Anne s freshly ironed school aprons. She hung them over a chair and sat down with a short sigh. She had had one of her headaches that afternoon, and although the pain had gone she felt weak and "tuckered out," as she expressed it. Anne looked at her with eyes limpid with sympathy. "I do truly wish I could have had the headache in your place, Marilla. I would have endured it joyfully for your sake." "I guess you did your part in attending to the work and letting me rest," said Marilla. "You seem to have got on fairly well and made fewer mistakes than usual. Of course it wasn t exactly necessary to starch Matthew s handkerchiefs! And most people when they put a pie in the oven to warm up for dinner take it out and eat it when it gets hot instead of leaving it to be burned to a crisp. But that doesn t seem to be your way evidently." Headaches always left Marilla somewhat sarcastic. "Oh, I m so sorry," said Anne penitently. "I never thought about that pie from the moment I put it in the oven till now, although I felt INSTINCTIVELY that there was something missing on the dinner table. I was firmly resolved, when you left me in charge this morning, not to imagine anything, but keep my thoughts on facts. I did pretty well until I put the pie in, and then an irresistible temptation came to me to imagine I was an enchanted princess shut up in a lonely tower with a handsome knight riding to my rescue on a coal-black steed. So that is how I came to forget the pie. I didn t know I starched the handkerchiefs. All the time I was ironing I was trying to think of a name for a new island Diana and I have discovered up the brook. It s the most ravishing spot, Marilla. There are two maple trees on it and the brook flows right around it. At last it struck me that it would be splendid to call it Victoria Island because we found it on the Queen s birthday. Both Diana and I are very loyal. But I m sorry about that pie and the handkerchiefs. I wanted to be extra good today because it s an anniversary. Do you remember what happened this day last year, Marilla?" "No, I can t think of anything special." "Oh, Marilla, it was the day I came to Green Gables. I shall never forget it. It was the turning point in my life. Of course it wouldn t seem so important to you. I ve been here for a year and I ve been so happy. Of course, I ve had my troubles, but one can live down troubles. Are you sorry you kept me, Marilla?" "No, I can t say I m sorry," said Marilla, who sometimes wondered how she could have lived before Anne came to Green Gables, "no, not exactly sorry. If you ve finished your lessons, Anne, I want you to run over and ask Mrs. Barry if she ll lend me Diana s apron pattern." "Oh--it s--it s too dark," cried Anne. "Too dark? Why, it s only twilight. And goodness knows you ve gone over often enough after dark." "I ll go over early in the morning," said Anne eagerly. "I ll get up at sunrise and go over, Marilla." "What has got into your head now, Anne Shirley? I want that pattern to cut out your new apron this evening. Go at once and be smart too." "I ll have to go around by the road, then," said Anne, taking up her hat reluctantly. "Go by the road and waste half an hour! I d like to catch you!" "I can t go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla," cried Anne desperately. Marilla stared. "The Haunted Wood! Are you crazy? What under the canopy is the Haunted Wood?" "The spruce wood over the brook," said Anne in a whisper. "Fiddlesticks! There is no such thing as a haunted wood anywhere. Who has been telling you such stuff?" "Nobody," confessed Anne. "Diana and I just imagined the wood was haunted. All the places around here are so--so--COMMONPLACE. We just got this up for our own amusement. We began it in April. A haunted wood is so very romantic, Marilla. We chose the spruce grove because it s so gloomy. Oh, we have imagined the most harrowing things. There s a white lady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wrings her hands and utters wailing cries. She appears when there is to be a death in the family. And the ghost of a little murdered child haunts the corner up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and lays its cold fingers on your hand--so. Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder to think of it. And there s a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the boughs. Oh, Marilla, I wouldn t go through the Haunted Wood after dark now for anything. I d be sure that white things would reach out from behind the trees and grab me." "Did ever anyone hear the like!" ejaculated Marilla, who had listened in dumb amazement. "Anne Shirley, do you mean to tell me you believe all that wicked nonsense of your own imagination?" "Not believe EXACTLY," faltered Anne. "At least, I don t believe it in daylight. But after dark, Marilla, it s different. That is when ghosts walk." "There are no such things as ghosts, Anne." "Oh, but there are, Marilla," cried Anne eagerly. "I know people who have seen them. And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving home the cows one night after he d been buried for a year. You know Charlie Sloane s grandmother wouldn t tell a story for anything. She s a very religious woman. And Mrs. Thomas s father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the spirit of his brother and that it was a warning he would die within nine days. He didn t, but he died two years after, so you see it was really true. And Ruby Gillis says--" "Anne Shirley," interrupted Marilla firmly, "I never want to hear you talking in this fashion again. I ve had my doubts about that imagination of yours right along, and if this is going to be the outcome of it, I won t countenance any such doings. You ll go right over to Barry s, and you ll go through that spruce grove, just for a lesson and a warning to you. And never let me hear a word out of your head about haunted woods again." Anne might plead and cry as she liked--and did, for her terror was very real. Her imagination had run away with her and she held the spruce grove in mortal dread after nightfall. But Marilla was inexorable. She marched the shrinking ghost-seer down to the spring and ordered her to proceed straightaway over the bridge and into the dusky retreats of wailing ladies and headless specters beyond. "Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?" sobbed Anne. "What would you feel like if a white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?" "I ll risk it," said Marilla unfeelingly. "You know I always mean what I say. I ll cure you of imagining ghosts into places. March, now." Anne marched. That is, she stumbled over the bridge and went shuddering up the horrible dim path beyond. Anne never forgot that walk. Bitterly did she repent the license she had given to her imagination. The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures. When she reached Mr. William Bell s field she fled across it as if pursued by an army of white things, and arrived at the Barry kitchen door so out of breath that she could hardly gasp out her request for the apron pattern. Diana was away so that she had no excuse to linger. The dreadful return journey had to be faced. Anne went back over it with shut eyes, preferring to take the risk of dashing her brains out among the boughs to that of seeing a white thing. When she finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew one long shivering breath of relief. "Well, so nothing caught you?" said Marilla unsympathetically. "Oh, Mar--Marilla," chattered Anne, "I ll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this." 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• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XXXIV with impression

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  CHAPTER XXXIII UP CHAPTER XXXV CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl 単数形なので、あくまでもアンのこと、ね 第34章 クィーン学院の女子学生（松本訳） The next three weeks were busy ones at Green Gables, for Anne was getting ready to go to Queen s, and there was much sewing to be done, 「much sewing to be done」アンやマリラが縫いものをしたのでしょう and many things to be talked over and arranged. Anne s outfit was ample and pretty, for Matthew saw to that, and Marilla for once made no objections whatever to anything he purchased or suggested. More-- one evening she went up to the east gable with her arms full of a delicate pale green material. 「material」まだ、材料でしかない "Anne, here s something for a nice light dress for you. I don t suppose you really need it; you ve plenty of pretty waists; but I thought maybe you d like something real dressy to wear if you were asked out anywhere of an evening in town, to a party or anything like that. I hear that Jane and Ruby and Josie have got `evening dresses, as they call them, and I don t mean you shall be behind them. 「I don t mean you shall be behind them」マリラは見栄っ張りのところがある。アラン牧師夫妻を迎えた tea のときもそう（「Marilla was determined not to be eclipsed by any of the Avonlea housekeepers.」「"Well, do as you like," said Marilla, who was quite determined not to be surpassed by Mrs. Barry or anybody else.」CHAPTER XXI with impression? A New Departure in Flavorings ）。次の文でアラン夫人が出てくるのは、マリラの見栄っ張りを読者に思い出させるための仕組みかもしれません I got Mrs. Allan to help me pick it in town last week, and we ll get Emily Gillis to make it for you. 「we ll」willとなっているからには、これから頼みに行く。weだからアラン夫人もマリラと一緒に頼みに行くことになっているのでしょう、きっと Emily has got taste, and her fits aren t to be equaled." "Oh, Marilla, it s just lovely," said Anne. "Thank you so much. I don t believe you ought to be so kind to me--it s making it harder every day for me to go away." 「it s making it」はじめの it は、マリラの親切（具体的にどれを差すのかよくわからない）。つぎの it は（いわゆる）仮主語（あ、これは主語じゃないかな） The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily s taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew s and Marilla s benefit, and recited "The Maiden s Vow" for them in the kitchen. 「in the kitchen」Mary, Queen of Scots を納屋で聞かせてくれとマシューに言われて興醒めになったことがありましが（「"Well now, you might recite it for me some of these days, out in the barn," suggested Matthew.」CHAPTER XXIV with impression? Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert）、今回はキッチンでのリサイタル。もちろんホワイトサンズホテルで演じたもの As Marilla watched the bright, animated face and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had arrived at Green Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her preposterous yellowish-brown wincey dress, the heartbreak looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in the memory brought tears to Marilla s own eyes. "I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Marilla," said Anne gaily stooping over Marilla s chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady s cheek. "Now, I call that a positive triumph." "No, I wasn t crying over your piece," said Marilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff. "I just couldn t help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways. You ve grown up now and you re going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so--so--different altogether in that dress--as if you didn t belong in Avonlea at all-- and I just got lonesome thinking it all over." ここは、アンがあまりに朗らかなので、マリラの心境を思うと泣けてくるところ "Marilla!" Anne sat down on Marilla s gingham lap, 「on Marilla s gingham lap」重くはないのかっ、アン！いくらスリムでも40kgはあるでしょうに。ということで、どん、と乗っかってしまったのではなく、あくまで自分の足で体重は支えていたと信じたい took Marilla s lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla s eyes. "I m not a bit changed-- not really. 「I m not a bit changed--not really.」と言えるようになったとき、子は親離れできたことになる I m only just pruned down and branched out. 「prune down」枝を払う、「branch out」枝を伸ばす The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won t make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life." 「her life」ここでは、Anneを関係代名詞 whoで受けていて、そのwhoの所有格なので、myではなく、herになっている Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla s faded one, and reached out a hand to pat Matthew s shoulder. Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne s power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing that she need never let her go. マリラがしゃべりすぎないのがいいと思うのは、日本人だから、かしら Matthew, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes, got up and went out-of-doors. Under the stars of the blue summer night he walked agitatedly across the yard to the gate under the poplars. "Well now, I guess she ain t been much spoiled," he muttered, proudly. "I guess my putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all. 「oar」口を出す、というときには、オールを使う、ようです。have an oar in every man s boat だれのことにも口を出す She s smart and pretty, and loving, too, which is better than all the rest. smart（賢さ）やpretty（外見）よりもloving（感情／心）をマシューはアンの美点と考えている。（たぶん）読者も賛同するところ She s been a blessing to us, and there never was a luckier mistake than what Mrs. Spencer made--if it WAS luck. I don t believe it was any such thing. It was Providence, because the Almighty saw we needed her, I reckon." 運ではなく、神意であり、神様がわたしたちにアンを必要としていたと見ぬいていたのだ。アンがはじめてグリーンゲイブルズに来たとき、マシューはわしらがアンに役立つかもしれない、と思わず言ってしまいました（"We might be some good to her," said Matthew suddenly and unexpectedly. CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised）。しかし、結果として、アンがマシューとマリラのふたりに必要な人だった、とコトバで意識を表わす場面に、ここはなっています。なお、Puffin Books版では、WASは小文字で斜字体 The day finally came when Anne must go to town. She and Matthew drove in one fine September morning, after a tearful parting with Diana and an untearful practical one-- on Marilla s side at least--with Marilla. But when Anne had gone Diana dried her tears and went to a beach picnic at White Sands with some of her Carmody cousins, where she contrived to enjoy herself tolerably well; while Marilla plunged fiercely into unnecessary work 「unnecessary work」感情が整理できないときのマリラの癖、ですね。CHAPTER XIV with impression? Anne s Confession でも、Marilla worked fiercely and scrubbed the porch floor and the dairy shelves when she could find nothing else to do. Neither the shelves nor the porch needed it--but Marilla did. ということがありました and kept at it all day long with the bitterest kind of heartache--the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears. But that night, when Marilla went to bed, acutely and miserably conscious that the little gable room at the end of the hall was untenanted by any vivid young life and unstirred by any soft breathing, she buried her face in her pillow, and wept for her girl in a passion of sobs that appalled her when she grew calm enough to reflect how very wicked it must be to take on so about a sinful fellow creature. 「a sinful fellow creature」文面上はアンが sinful ということになりますが、（たぶん）キリスト教では人間はすべてsinfulであるので、アンを特に非難しているわけではない Anne and the rest of the Avonlea scholars reached town just in time to hurry off to the Academy. 「reached town just in time」何時集合かはわかりませんが、昼からとしても、アヴォンリーをかなり早く出発したはず。CHAPTER XXIX with impression An Epoch in Anne s Life では、As Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr. Barry wished to go and return the same day, it was necessary to make a very early start. とあるので That first day passed pleasantly enough in a whirl of excitement, meeting all the new students, learning to know the professors by sight and being assorted and organized into classes. Anne intended taking up the Second Year work being advised to do so by Miss Stacy; 「taking up the Second Year work」直訳すれば、「２年目の勉強も履修する」。なので、後で説明があるように、２年ではなく、１年でFirst Classの教員免許が取得できる。標準では１年履修するとSecond Class Licenceが取得でき、それに加え、さらにwork（標準では２年目に取得する：アンはこれも１年目に履修することにした）の単位を取得するとFirst Class Licenceが取得できる、という仕組みなのがわかる。なお、松本訳では、（たぶん、混乱のないように）アンのような履修をすることを「第一課程に入る」と訳している。これは、「Second Class work」（すこし後ででてくる）を第二課程と訳すこととして、それに対応させるためでしょう Gilbert Blythe elected to do the same. This meant getting a First Class teacher s license in one year instead of two, if they were successful; but it also meant much more and harder work. Jane, Ruby, Josie, Charlie, and Moody Spurgeon, not being troubled with the stirrings of ambition, were content to take up the Second Class work. 「the Second Class work」直訳すれば、「二級免許のための勉強」。the があることから、すでに話題になったこと、または、既知のことであり、それはつまり教員免許のworkのこと Anne was conscious of a pang of loneliness when she found herself in a room with fifty other students, not one of whom she knew, except the tall, brown-haired boy across the room; and knowing him in the fashion she did, did not help her much, 「did not help her much」それは君次第でしょう、アン as she reflected pessimistically. Yet she was undeniably glad that they were in the same class; the old rivalry could still be carried on, and Anne would hardly have known what to do if it had been lacking. "I wouldn t feel comfortable without it," 「wouldn t」仮定法。「without it」ならば、心地よくないだろう。ちょっとひねくれていやしませんか、アン she thought. "Gilbert looks awfully determined. I suppose he s making up his mind, here and now, to win the medal. 「the medal」the と定冠詞ですが、はじめて出てきています。ということは、the medalはクィーン学院の学生には「常識」として知られている、または、カナダのacademy（専門学校？）ではメダルの授与がふつうにあったことを意味する（そう理解させたい）のでしょう。この章でも後でもう少し話明がでてきますが、あまり説明らしい説明ではないので、読者に「既知」なのを前提としているのでしょう What a splendid chin he has! I never noticed it before. I do wish Jane and Ruby had gone in for First Class, too. I suppose I won t feel so much like a cat in a strange garret when I get acquainted, though. I wonder which of the girls here are going to be my friends. It s really an interesting speculation. Of course I promised Diana that no Queen s girl, no matter how much I liked her, should ever be as dear to me as she is; but I ve lots of second-best affections to bestow. I like the look of that girl with the brown eyes and the crimson waist. She looks vivid and red-rosy; 「rosy」有望な、明るい、楽観的な、の意味もある。もちろん、バラのような、の意味がここでは適切ですが、言葉の広がりかたとして there s that pale, fair one gazing out of the window. 「fair」公正な,有望なの意味もある。もちろん、金髪、色白、青い目、の意味がここでは適切ですが、言葉の広がりかたとして She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams. I d like to know them both--know them well--well enough to walk with my arm about their waists, and call them nicknames. But just now I don t know them and they don t know me, and probably don t want to know me particularly. Oh, it s lonesome!" It was lonesomer still when Anne found herself alone in her hall bedroom that night at twilight. She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity on them. Miss Josephine Barry would have liked to board her, but Beechwood was so far from the Academy that it was out of the question; 「Beechwood was so far from the Academy」試験のときは、お昼ご飯を食べに戻っていますが（「At noon we went home for dinner and then back again for history in the afternoon.」CHAPTER XXXII with impression The Pass List Is Out）、馬車で移動したのかしら？？？ so miss Barry hunted up a boarding-house, assuring Matthew and Marilla that it was the very place for Anne. "The lady who keeps it is a reduced gentlewoman," explained Miss Barry. "Her husband was a British officer, and she is very careful what sort of boarders she takes. Anne will not meet with any objectionable persons under her roof. The table is good, and the house is near the Academy, in a quiet neighborhood." All this might be quite true, and indeed, proved to be so, but it did not materially help Anne in the first agony of homesickness that seized upon her. She looked dismally about her narrow little room, with its dull-papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and empty book- case; 「its dull-papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and empty book-case」アンの部屋とは違うところを強調。もちろん、淋しいときは、違いだけが気になるものです and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought of her own white room at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness of a great green still outdoors, of sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the orchard, of the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind beyond it, of a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana s window shining out through the gap in the trees. やはり自然が気になる、アンでした Here there was nothing of this; Anne knew that outside of her window was a hard street, 「a hard street」舗装した道路。舗装そのものは近代のものではなく、かなり古くからある。してあるかどうかは別 with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky, 「with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky」松本訳注第34章(1) p. 527参照 the tramp of alien feet, 「the tramp of alien feet」松本訳注第34章(2) p. 528参照 and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. 「a thousand lights gleaming」松本訳注第34章(3) p. 528参照 このあたり「クイーン学院に入学するときのシャーロットタウンの様子」もどうぞ She knew that she was going to cry, and fought against it. "I WON T cry. あとでジェーンも泣いたと言いますが、毎週帰れるのに（CHAPTER XXXV with impression The Winter at Queen s）、ホームシックになってしまうのは、ひとつは新しい学校の環境（友人、知人が少ない：これはアヴォンリーのように全員のことをよく知っている環境から移った人にはかなり不安がでるはず）。もうひとつは、毎週帰れるとはいえ、電話で話ができるわけでもない状況。淋しさが強くなるのは当然でしょう It s silly--and weak--there s the third tear splashing down by my nose. There are more coming! I must think of something funny to stop them. But there s nothing funny except what is connected with Avonlea, and that only makes things worse--four--five--I m going home next Friday, but that seems a hundred years away. 「a hundred years away」おおげさな！ Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now-- 「Matthew is nearly home by now」「マシューは家に着くころね。」シャーロットタウンからアヴォンリーまでは半日かかる。松本訳では「ああ、今頃、マシューは、そろそろ畑から家に戻る頃ね」（p. 404）としていて普段の生活を思い出していると解釈している。is だからどちらも可でしょう and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him--six--seven--eight-- oh, there s no use in counting them! They re coming in a flood presently. I can t cheer up--I don t WANT to cheer up. It s nicer to be miserable!" The flood of tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that moment. 「had not Josie Pye appeared」= if Josie Pye had not appeared 仮定法 In the joy of seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much love lost between her and Josie. As a part of Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome. "I m so glad you came up," Anne said sincerely. "You ve been crying," remarked Josie, with aggravating pity. "I suppose you re homesick--some people have so little self-control in that respect. I ve no intention of being homesick, I can tell you. Town s too jolly after that poky old Avonlea. I wonder how I ever existed there so long. You shouldn t cry, Anne; it isn t becoming, for your nose and eyes get red, and then you seem ALL red. 「you seem ALL red」鼻と目が赤くなったら、髪が赤いのだから全部赤になる。ここまでいじわるなことどうして考えつくのでしょう？？？ I d a perfectly scrumptious time in the Academy today. Our French professor is simply a duck. 「a duck」かわいい人。鳥のカモ／アヒル。後ろ参照 His moustache would give you kerwollowps of the heart. Have you anything eatable around, Anne? I m literally starving. Ah, I guessed likely Marilla d load you up with cake. That s why I called round. Otherwise I d have gone to the park to hear the band play with Frank Stockley. He boards same place as I do, 「He boards same place as I do」ジョージーは親戚のところに下宿しているはずですが（She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity on them. 少し上のほうにあります）、フランク・ストックリーも下宿しているということはジョージーの親戚は下宿屋をやっているんでしょうか and he s a sport. 「a sport」いいやつ。プレイボーイ He noticed you in class today, and asked me who the red-headed girl was. I told him you were an orphan that the Cuthberts had adopted, and nobody knew very much about what you d been before that." 「you were an orphan that the Cuthberts had adopted, and nobody knew very much about what you d been before that」事実ではある。しかし、事実のうち何を相手に伝えるかによって、話し手の心が出る。ジョージーは、まったく…… Anne was wondering if, after all, solitude and tears were not more satisfactory than Josie Pye s companionship when Jane and Ruby appeared, each with an inch of Queen s color ribbon--purple and scarlet--pinned proudly to her coat. As Josie was not "speaking" to Jane just then she had to subside into comparative harmlessness. "Well," said Jane with a sigh, "I feel as if I d lived many moons since the morning. 「moons」monthsではなくmoonsといってるところが、ちょっと気どっているというか、はずかしさを隠しているというか I ought to be home studying my Virgil-- 「Virgil」松本訳注第34章(4) p. 528参照 松本訳の注によると Virgil はラテン語。ジェーンはラテン語が不得意だったはずなのに予習しなくていいの？と突っこみたくなるような話になっている。（Mine is geometry of course, and Jane s is Latin, and Ruby and Charlie s is algebra, and Josie s is arithmetic. CHAPTER XXXI with impression Where the Brook and River Meet） that horrid old professor gave us twenty lines to start in on tomorrow. But I simply couldn t settle down to study tonight. Anne, methinks I see the traces of tears. 「methink」［古］私には思われる。古い言葉を使っているので、この内容では、ジョーシーと違ってジェーンがアンに対してやわらかく気遣いのある言い方をしている。しかも、少しあとに、わたしも泣いてたの、と言っているし If you ve been crying DO own up. It will restore my self-respect, for I was shedding tears freely before Ruby came along. I don t mind being a goose so much if somebody else is goosey, too. 「goose」ばか、弱虫。家禽のガチョウ、野生の鳥のガン。弱虫といった感じの言葉はいくつもあると思われるのに goose を使ったのは、上でジョージーがフランス語の教授を duck と言ったらでしょうね（逆に goose を使ったので上で duck としたのかもしれません） Cake? 「Cake?」おしゃべりをしている間にマリラが持たせてくれたケーキをアンは出してきたようです You ll give me a teeny piece, won t you? 「teeny」［話］ちっちゃい（tiny） Thank you. It has the real Avonlea flavor." Ruby, perceiving the Queen s calendar lying on the table, wanted to know if Anne meant to try for the gold medal. Anne blushed and admitted she was thinking of it. "Oh, that reminds me," said Josie, なんだかんだといってもジョージーも役に立つことを言う "Queen s is to get one of the Avery scholarships after all. The word came today. Frank Stockley told me--his uncle is one of the board of governors, you know. It will be announced in the Academy tomorrow." An Avery scholarship! Anne felt her heart beat more quickly, and the horizons of her ambition shifted and broadened as if by magic. Before Josie had told the news Anne s highest pinnacle of aspiration had been a teacher s provincial license, 「a teacher s provincial license」教員免許は州が出すことがわかる。現在の日本では各都道府県の教育委員会 First Class, at the end of the year, and perhaps the medal! But now in one moment Anne saw herself winning the Avery scholarship, taking an Arts course at Redmond College, 「an Arts course」村岡訳では、「芸術科」と訳していますが、ここは文学のコースと考えるのが適当でしょう。arts の意味は広いので。芸術科なら、fine artsのような感じかしら。松本訳では「文学部」 「Redmond College」松本訳注第34章(5) p. 528参照 and graduating in a gown and mortar board, 「a gown and mortar board」ガウンと角帽。イギリスとその植民地だった国の大学では卒業式はガウンと房のついた角帽（ほかの西洋の国はよくわかりません）。mortar boardはモルタルの練り板、こて板の意味もある。関連性がよくわからない、似ているからとの説明のある辞書もある。コテ板と……似ているかなあ before the echo of Josie s words had died away. For the Avery scholarship was in English, and Anne felt that here her foot was on native heath. 「her foot was on native heath」松本訳注第34章(6) p. 529参照 A wealthy manufacturer of New Brunswick had died and left part of his fortune to endow a large number of scholarships to be distributed among the various high schools and academies of the Maritime Provinces, 「the Maritime Provinces」松本訳注第34章(7) p. 529参照 according to their respective standings. There had been much doubt whether one would be allotted to Queen s, but the matter was settled at last, and at the end of the year the graduate who made the highest mark in English and English Literature would win the scholarship-- two hundred and fifty dollars a year for four years at Redmond College. 「An Avery scholarship」エイヴリー奨学金：この「赤毛のアン」ではレイモンド大学の文学専攻に進学する人に毎年250ドル、４年間与えられることになっています。この奨学金の名前にちなんで、プリンスエドワード島大学（Univerisity of Prince Edward Island）では、英語専攻の学生１人を選び、１年間1,000ドルをエイヴリー奨学金として授与しています プリンスエドワード島大学は、クィーン学院のモデルとなった Prince of Walse College（当時は学士号の授与権はなかった：1960年代になって）と、同じくシャーロットタウンにあったSt. Dunstan’s University（1914年より学位授与できるようになった）が合併したもののようです。いずれにせよアンがクィーン学院に入学したときは、クィーンは「大学」ではなかったので、BAを取るためには進学しなくてはならなかったわけです No wonder that Anne went to bed that night with tingling cheeks! "I ll win that scholarship if hard work can do it," she resolved. "Wouldn t Matthew be proud if I got to be a B.A.? 「B.A.」Bachelor of Arts。無理矢理訳すと文学士。文系の学士号はB.A.（ビーエイ）で、理系の学士号がB.Sc.（ビーエスシー、または、B.S. ビーエス：Bachelor of Science）であって、（ほかにもあるかもしれないけれど）この２種類が広くカバーしているようです。なので、文学士と訳すと狭すぎのきらいがある場合もありますが、ここでは英語学／英文学の専攻なので文学士は適切。なお、現在の日本では学士（○○）と日本語で表記し、かっこの中の○○はバラエティに富んでいます（富みすぎってほどあります） Oh, it s delightful to have ambitions. I m so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that s the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting." CHAPTER XXXIII UP CHAPTER XXXV 29 July 2007 30 July 2007 微修正 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 29 July 2007 last update 2007-07-30 18 00 02 (Mon)

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  CHAPTER XXIX UP CHAPTER XXXI CHAPTER XXX The Queens Class Is Organized Puffin Books版では「The Queen s Class Is Organized」とアポストロフィが入っています この第30章では、「The Queen s」としかでていませんが、もう少し正式（っぽい）のはCHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot に「Queen s Academy at Charlottetown」とでてきました。Universityではなく、Colloge相当と考えるのがいいはず。日本の戦前の師範学校相当の感じのはず。戦前の日本でも女性であっても師範学校や女子高等師範（現 お茶の水女子大学）には進学できた。あ……、ちゃんと資料を示さないといけませんね（しばらくお待ちを）。 第30章 クイーン学院受験クラス、編成される（松本訳） Marilla laid her knitting on her lap 「on her lap」これはやっぱり「膝の上」以外訳しようがないと見た。でもkneeとは違う and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were tired, and she thought vaguely that she must see about having her glasses changed the next time she went to town, for her eyes had grown tired very often of late. 「of late」で「近ごろ」。「tired of」のofではない It was nearly dark, for the full November twilight had fallen around Green Gables, 「full November」は、Puffin Books版では「dull November」。文脈からすると、Gutenberg版は不自然 「November」もう11月！ and the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove. Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, 「curled up Turk-fashion」は松本訳（p.344）では「トルコ人のようにあぐらをかいてすわり」。curl upは、「腰のところで折れて」のような意味もあるらしいのですが、英語圏にない様子の表現はなんだがわかりづらい。英語話者の読者はわかるんでしょうか…… gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood. She had been reading, but her book had slipped to the floor, and now she was dreaming, with a smile on her parted lips. Glittering castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy; 「Glittering castles in Spain」松本訳注第30章(1) p. 518参照 adventures wonderful and enthralling were happening to her in cloudland--adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in scrapes like those of actual life. Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have been suffered to reveal itself in any clearer light than that soft mingling of fireshine and shadow. The lesson of a love that should display itself easily in spoken word and open look was one Marilla could never learn. But she had learned to love this slim, gray-eyed girl with an affection all the deeper and stronger from its very undemonstrativeness. Her love made her afraid of being unduly indulgent, indeed. She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one s heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her. 「sinful」とか「penance」とかキリスト教的な表現な上に、神様よりも人間を愛するのはいけないというのは、あまりにも文化（というか宗教的価値観というか）の違いを感じざるをえません Certainly Anne herself had no idea how Marilla loved her. She sometimes thought wistfully that Marilla was very hard to please and distinctly lacking in sympathy and understanding. But she always checked the thought reproachfully, remembering what she owed to Marilla. "Anne," said Marilla abruptly, "Miss Stacy was here this afternoon when you were out with Diana." ここでは「out」 Anne came back from her other world with a start and a sigh. 「start」びくっとすること "Was she? Oh, I m so sorry I wasn t in. ここでは「in」 Why didn t you call me, Marilla? Diana and I were only over in the Haunted Wood. ここでは「over」 It s lovely in the woods now. All the little wood things--the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries--have gone to sleep, just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves. 「crackerberries」松本訳注第30章(2) p. 519参照 I think it was a little gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night and did it. 「rainbow scarf」CHAPTER XXI A New Departure in Flavorings では、モミの木の樹脂を水につけてできた虹色をdryadがスカーフにするんじゃない？とダイアナに話しかけている。gray fairyではないけれども Diana wouldn t say much about that, though. Diana has never forgotten the scolding her mother gave her about imagining ghosts into the Haunted Wood. It had a very bad effect on Diana s imagination. It blighted it. 「It blighted it」主語のItはそのひとつまえの文のItと同じく、「お化けの森にお化けがいると想像して、お母さんのしかられたのをダイアナが忘れないこと」、あとのitは「Diana s imagination」 Mrs. Lynde says Myrtle Bell is a blighted being. 「blighted」はすぐ前の「It blighted it」を受けていて、言葉から言葉がでてくるアンお得意のおしゃべりになっている 「Myrtle」松本訳注第30章(3) p. 519参照。で、この注によれば、マートルは植物なので枯れる（blighted）。また、愛の象徴のヴィーナスの神木なので、失恋して枯れるというのもヒネリが効いている、とのこと I asked Ruby Gillis why Myrtle was blighted, and Ruby said she guessed it was because her young man had gone back on her. Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn t do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever. 「we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever」松本訳注第30章(4) p. 519参照 Diana hasn t quite made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him. Diana and I talk a great deal about serious subjects now, you know. We feel that we are so much older than we used to be that it isn t becoming to talk of childish matters. 成長の過程で必ず、しかも、かなり長い間持ち続ける感覚…… It s such a solemn thing to be almost fourteen, Marilla. 11月ということは、あと2ヶ月（ダイアナ）か3ヶ月（アン）あることはある Miss Stacy took all us girls who are in our teens down to the brook last Wednesday, and talked to us about it. She said we couldn t be too careful what habits we formed and what ideals we acquired in our teens, because by the time we were twenty our characters would be developed and the foundation laid for our whole future life. 大人が読むと、そして自らを振り返ってしまったりすると、「手遅れ」だったりして…… And she said if the foundation was shaky we could never build anything really worth while on it. Diana and I talked the matter over coming home from school. We felt extremely solemn, Marilla. And we decided that we would try to be very careful indeed and form respectable habits and learn all we could and be as sensible as possible, so that by the time we were twenty our characters would be properly developed. It s perfectly appalling to think of being twenty, Marilla. 「appalling」ものすごい、とか、恐しい、とか、いやな、とかプラスの感情だけではない表現 It sounds so fearfully old and grown up. 大人が読むと、「だったら、いいのに……」ではないかしら。こういうことを書いてあるあたり、この作品は大人の読み物で（も）あると思うのです But why was Miss Stacy here this afternoon?" "That is what I want to tell you, Anne, if you ll ever give me a chance to get a word in edgewise. She was talking about you." "About me?" Anne looked rather scared. Then she flushed and exclaimed "Oh, I know what she was saying. I meant to tell you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I forgot. Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I should have been studying my Canadian history. 「Ben Hur」松本訳注第30章(5) p. 520参照。1880年発表 Jane Andrews lent it to me. I was reading it at dinner hour, and I had just got to the chariot race when school went in. I was simply wild to know how it turned out-- 「wild」夢中な、という意味もある although I felt sure Ben Hur must win, because it wouldn t be poetical justice if he didn t--so I spread the history open on my desk lid 「desk lid」天板がぱかっと開くタイプの机なので、天板をlidと言っている and then tucked Ben Hur between the desk and my knee. 「my knee」ひざで挟んだというか、ひざで本を机に押し付けたというか。はじめのところでマリラが編み物を置くのはher lapで（Marilla laid her knitting on her lap）、これは単に乗せただけでしょう。lapではさむのは服からしても、ねぇ…… I just looked as if I were studying Canadian history, you know, while all the while I was reveling in Ben Hur. I was so interested in it that I never noticed Miss Stacy coming down the aisle until all at once I just looked up and there she was looking down at me, so reproachful-like. 教壇とか通路から、ジツはよ～く見えたりしますからねえ I can t tell you how ashamed I felt, Marilla, especially when I heard Josie Pye giggling. Miss Stacy took Ben Hur away, but she never said a word then. She kept me in at recess and talked to me. She said I had done very wrong in two respects. First, I was wasting the time I ought to have put on my studies; and secondly, I was deceiving my teacher in trying to make it appear I was reading a history when it was a storybook instead. I had never realized until that moment, Marilla, that what I was doing was deceitful. I was shocked. I cried bitterly, and asked Miss Stacy to forgive me and I d never do such a thing again; and I offered to do penance by never so much as looking at Ben Hur for a whole week, not even to see how the chariot race turned out. But Miss Stacy said she wouldn t require that, and she forgave me freely. So I think it wasn t very kind of her to come up here to you about it after all." "Miss Stacy never mentioned such a thing to me, Anne, and its only your guilty conscience that s the matter with you. You have no business to be taking storybooks to school. You read too many novels anyhow. When I was a girl I wasn t so much as allowed to look at a novel." "Oh, how can you call Ben Hur a novel when it s really such a religious book?" protested Anne. "Of course it s a little too exciting to be proper reading for Sunday, 「it s a little too exciting to be proper reading for Sunday」松本訳注第30章(6) p. 520参照 and I only read it on weekdays. And I never read ANY book now unless either Miss Stacy or Mrs. Allan thinks it is a proper book for a girl thirteen and three-quarters to read. 「thirteen and three-quarters」13と4分の3歳、と、分数を普通に使うのは言葉の文化の違いですが、これはやっぱり、松本訳のように十三歳と九ヶ月（p. 349）としないとわかりませんよねえ Miss Stacy made me promise that. She found me reading a book one day called, The Lurid Mystery of the Haunted Hall. 「one day」これはベン・ハー事件より前のお話。マリラが、さあて、ランプを点けて……といいたくなるのはよくわかる It was one Ruby Gillis had lent me, and, oh, Marilla, it was so fascinating and creepy. It just curdled the blood in my veins. But Miss Stacy said it was a very silly, unwholesome book, and she asked me not to read any more of it or any like it. I didn t mind promising not to read any more like it, but it was AGONIZING to give back that book without knowing how it turned out. But my love for Miss Stacy stood the test and I did. It s really wonderful, Marilla, what you can do when you re truly anxious to please a certain person." "Well, I guess I ll light the lamp and get to work," said Marilla. 「the lamp」ランプであって、電灯ではない。このlampは、theと定冠詞になっているので、すぐ目の前にあるランプを点けようということか、または、ある、お決まりのランプを点けようということかも。このときまでは、「the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove」（はじめのほう）であって、明りは点けていなかった "I see plainly that you don t want to hear what Miss Stacy had to say. You re more interested in the sound of your own tongue than in anything else." "Oh, indeed, Marilla, I do want to hear it," cried Anne contritely. "I won t say another word--not one. こうしゃべったあと、いっぱいしゃべってるじゃん I know I talk too much, but I am really trying to overcome it, and although I say far too much, yet if you only knew how many things I want to say and don t, you d give me some credit for it. Please tell me, Marilla." "Well, Miss Stacy wants to organize a class among her advanced students who mean to study for the entrance examination into Queen s. 「advanced」松本訳では「よくできる」（p. 349）。和訳ではこうせざるをえないと思いますが、CHAPTER XVII A New Interest in Lifeでアンとギルバートがthe fifth classに進む（これは実際は教科書の巻の５のセットを学ぶ許可がでると考えるほうがわかりやすいかも）という話題があるように、advancedは、理解が進んでいる（よくできる）、ということと、教科書が進んでいること（学年進行に近いけれども年齢が同一の子供でclassを構成するわけではないので、日本の学年進行とはニュアンスが異なる）とをいっぺんに表現しているはず。いわゆる飛び級が今でもときどきニュースになりますが、日本の一斉授業を頭に浮かべてしまうと誤解してしまうかもしれません She intends to give them extra lessons for an hour after school. アンたちのひとつ上の子たちはいないのかしら、と思ったり And she came to ask Matthew and me if we would like to have you join it. What do you think about it yourself, Anne? Would you like to go to Queen s and pass for a teacher?" "Oh, Marilla!" Anne straightened to her knees ずっと「あぐら」だったのでしょうね and clasped her hands. "It s been the dream of my life-- これをbig wordsと言わずに、と思って読むと、アンは自分でオチまで用意 that is, for the last six months, ever since Ruby and Jane began to talk of studying for the Entrance. But I didn t say anything about it, because I supposed it would be perfectly useless. I d love to be a teacher. But won t it be dreadfully expensive? Mr. Andrews says it cost him one hundred and fifty dollars to put Prissy through, 150ドル。牧師さんの1年の報酬が750ドル（CHAPTER XXI A New Departure in Flavorings）。すごくラフな計算をすると、丁度「万円」を後ろにつければ牧師さんの収入が今の日本と同じくらいでしょうか。または、それの２倍くらい？ちなみに2007年度の多くの国立大学の入学金は282,000円、授業料は535,800円なので、1年で817,800円。そうするとクイーン学院に行くのに150万円くらい必要なのかしら。それなりに大金。アンが言い出せないのもわかる and Prissy wasn t a dunce in geometry." Mr Philipsの指導のかいがあったようで、Queen sに進学し卒業できたようです。throughだから卒業したのでしょう、きっと。めでたしめでたし "I guess you needn t worry about that part of it. 「it」は、お金のこと、というのはすぐにわかるんですが、文法として考えると、どれを指すのでしょうか。前の段落？？？ When Matthew and I took you to bring up we resolved we would do the best we could for you and give you a good education. I believe in a girl being fitted to earn her own living whether she ever has to or not. う～ん、すばらしい。大正デモクラシーには早い時代ではありますが。 You ll always have a home at Green Gables as long as Matthew and I are here, 「a home at Green Gables」Green Gablesはhouseであって、アンのhomeは別物 マシューとマリラがいる間は、というところが、意味深長なのか（伏線？）、安心してよいということなのか but nobody knows what is going to happen in this uncertain world, 「uncertain world」は、何か具体的なことを意味しているのでしょうか（銀行の破綻のような）、それとも一般的な考えなのでしょうか and it s just as well to be prepared. So you can join the Queen s class if you like, Anne." "Oh, Marilla, thank you." Anne flung her arms about Marilla s waist and looked up earnestly into her face. "I m extremely grateful to you and Matthew. And I ll study as hard as I can and do my very best to be a credit to you. I warn you not to expect much in geometry, but I think I can hold my own in anything else if I work hard." "I dare say you ll get along well enough. Miss Stacy says you are bright and diligent." Not for worlds would Marilla have told Anne just what Miss Stacy had said about her; 倒置、仮定法 that would have been to pamper vanity. "You needn t rush to any extreme of killing yourself over your books. There is no hurry. You won t be ready to try the Entrance for a year and a half yet. But it s well to begin in time and be thoroughly grounded, Miss Stacy says." "I shall take more interest than ever in my studies now," said Anne blissfully, "because I have a purpose in life. Mr. Allan says everybody should have a purpose in life and pursue it faithfully. Only he says we must first make sure that it is a worthy purpose. I would call it a worthy purpose to want to be a teacher like Miss Stacy, wouldn t you, Marilla? I think it s a very noble profession." 「noble」! The Queen s class was organized in due time. Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, Ruby Gillis, Jane Andrews, Josie Pye, Charlie Sloane, and Moody Spurgeon MacPherson joined it. この人物の紹介順序がなんとも。ギルバートがアンより前のところが、ね、思わせぶり。あとは順当でしょうけど。 Diana Barry did not, as her parents did not intend to send her to Queen s. This seemed nothing short of a calamity to Anne. Never, since the night on which Minnie May had had the croup, had she and Diana been separated in anything. 倒置：Never hade she...。で、since からコンマまでが挿入している On the evening when the Queen s class first remained in school for the extra lessons and Anne saw Diana go slowly out with the others, to walk home alone through the Birch Path and Violet Vale, it was all the former could do to keep her seat and refrain from rushing impulsively after her chum. A lump came into her throat, and she hastily retired behind the pages of her uplifted Latin grammar to hide the tears in her eyes. Not for worlds would Anne have had Gilbert Blythe or Josie Pye see those tears. "But, oh, Marilla, I really felt that I had tasted the bitterness of death, 「the bitterness of death」松本訳注第30章(7) p. 520参照 as Mr. Allan said in his sermon last Sunday, when I saw Diana go out alone," she said mournfully that night. "I thought how splendid it would have been if Diana had only been going to study for the Entrance, too. But we can t have things perfect in this imperfect world, as Mrs. Lynde says. Mrs. Lynde isn t exactly a comforting person sometimes, but there s no doubt she says a great many very true things. And I think the Queen s class is going to be extremely interesting. Jane and Ruby are just going to study to be teachers. That is the height of their ambition. Ruby says she will only teach for two years after she gets through, and then she intends to be married. Jane says she will devote her whole life to teaching, and never, never marry, because you are paid a salary for teaching, but a husband won t pay you anything, and growls if you ask for a share in the egg and butter money. 「the egg and butter money」こういう表現。なるほど～。shareしたいと言い出せるということは、卵を集めたり、バターを作ったりするのは女の仕事という意識があったのかも。リンド夫人が品評展覧会で一等賞をとるのはバターとチーズですし（ CHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne s Life） I expect Jane speaks from mournful experience, for Mrs. Lynde says that her father is a perfect old crank, and meaner than second skimmings. 「mean」けちな 「meaner than second skimmings」松本訳注第30章(8) p. 520参照 Josie Pye says she is just going to college for education s sake, because she won t have to earn her own living; she says of course it is different with orphans who are living on charity--THEY have to hustle. 「THEY」はorphans。お情けで生かしてもらっている孤児 「hustle」てきぱき働く。ビリヤードをするのではない Moody Spurgeon is going to be a minister. Mrs. Lynde says he couldn t be anything else with a name like that to live up to. 「he couldn t be anything else with a name like that to live up to」松本訳注第30章(9) p. 521参照 I hope it isn t wicked of me, Marilla, but really the thought of Moody Spurgeon being a minister makes me laugh. He s such a funny-looking boy with that big fat face, and his little blue eyes, and his ears sticking out like flaps. But perhaps he will be more intellectual looking when he grows up. Charlie Sloane says he s going to go into politics and be a member of Parliament, but Mrs. Lynde says he ll never succeed at that, because the Sloanes are all honest people, and it s only rascals that get on in politics nowadays." いつの時代も、どの国でも、正直者は政治家には向かないようで Queen s classの参加者のほぼ紹介順に、ギルバートを除いてですが、その志をアンが紹介。チャーリー・スローンはムーディー・マクファーソンより先に紹介されているけれども（紹介は地の文）志は後になっています。男の子は順序はあまり重要ではないかもしれないしね。どっちみちギルバート以外はふたりしかいないのだから。というふうに読んでくるとマリラが聞きたくなるのがわかるという具合になっているわけ "What is Gilbert Blythe going to be?" queried Marilla, seeing that Anne was opening her Caesar. 「Caesar s wife」で、公正を要求される人という意味があるけど関係ないか…… 「Caesar」松本訳注第30章(10) p. 521参照 "I don t happen to know what Gilbert Blythe s ambition in life is-- if he has any," said Anne scornfully. There was open rivalry between Gilbert and Anne now. Previously the rivalry had been rather onesided, but there was no longer any doubt that Gilbert was as determined to be first in class as Anne was. He was a foeman worthy of her steel. 「foe(man) worthy of one s steel」相手として不足のない敵 「He was a foeman worthy of her steel」松本訳注第30章(11) p. 521参照 The other members of the class tacitly acknowledged their superiority, 「acknowledge」認める and never dreamed of trying to compete with them. Since the day by the pond when she had refused to listen to his plea for forgiveness, Gilbert, save for the aforesaid determined rivalry, had evinced no recognition whatever of the existence of Anne Shirley. He talked and jested with the other girls, exchanged books and puzzles with them, discussed lessons and plans, sometimes walked home with one or the other of them from prayer meeting or Debating Club. But Anne Shirley he simply ignored, and Anne found out that it is not pleasant to be ignored. It was in vain that she told herself with a toss of her head that she did not care. Deep down in her wayward, feminine little heart she knew that she did care, and that if she had that chance of the Lake of Shining Waters again she would answer very differently. All at once, as it seemed, and to her secret dismay, she found that the old resentment she had cherished against him was gone--gone just when she most needed its sustaining power. It was in vain that she recalled every incident and emotion of that memorable occasion and tried to feel the old satisfying anger. That day by the pond had witnessed its last spasmodic flicker. Anne realized that she had forgiven and forgotten without knowing it. But it was too late. And at least neither Gilbert nor anybody else, not even Diana, should ever suspect how sorry she was and how much she wished she hadn t been so proud and horrid! She determined to "shroud her feelings in deepest oblivion," 「"shroud her feelings in deepest oblivion" 」松本訳注第30章(12) p. 521参照 and it may be stated here and now that she did it, so successfully that Gilbert, who possibly was not quite so indifferent as he seemed, could not console himself with any belief that Anne felt his retaliatory scorn. The only poor comfort he had was that she snubbed Charlie Sloane, unmercifully, continually, and undeservedly. Otherwise the winter passed away in a round of pleasant duties and studies. For Anne the days slipped by like golden beads on the necklace of the year. She was happy, eager, interested; there were lessons to be learned and honor to be won; delightful books to read; new pieces to be practiced for the Sunday-school choir; pleasant Saturday afternoons at the manse with Mrs. Allan; and then, almost before Anne realized it, 「it」後ろの春が来たことを指す spring had come again to Green Gables and all the world was abloom once more. Studies palled just a wee bit then; the Queen s class, left behind in school while the others scattered to green lanes and leafy wood cuts and meadow byways, looked wistfully out of the windows and discovered that Latin verbs and French exercises had somehow lost the tang and zest they had possessed in the crisp winter months. Even Anne and Gilbert lagged and grew indifferent. Teacher and taught were alike glad 「taught」teachの過去分詞だけで教わる者を表わしているのだと思うのですが、あまりまじめに辞書を調べていません when the term was ended and the glad vacation days stretched rosily before them. "But you ve done good work this past year," Miss Stacy told them on the last evening, "and you deserve a good, jolly vacation. Have the best time you can in the out-of-door world and lay in a good stock of health and vitality and ambition to carry you through next year. It will be the tug of war, 「tug of war」猛烈な闘争。綱引きの意味も。入学試験は綱引きじゃありませんものね you know--the last year before the Entrance." "Are you going to be back next year, Miss Stacy?" asked Josie Pye. Josie Pye never scrupled to ask questions; in this instance the rest of the class felt grateful to her; none of them would have dared to ask it of Miss Stacy, 「ask ～ of ……」……に～を尋ねる。itは次年度のこととはわかるのですが、具体的にはどれなのでしょうか。う～ん…… but all wanted to, for there had been alarming rumors running at large through the school for some time that Miss Stacy was not coming back the next year--that she had been offered a position in the grade school of her own home district and meant to accept. 「grade school」Puffin Books版では「graded school」。gradedがよくわからなくて困ったんですけども、gradeなら、ねえ。Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. （onelook経由）では、grade schoolと同じとあって、意味は、an elementary school that has its pupils grouped or classified into grades. 松本訳では「学年別に分けた故郷の学校」（p. 356）。ということは複数のgradeで並行して授業が行われる、アヴォンリーよりは大きな学校ということにはなりそうです。何せアヴォンリーは先生ひとりだけの学校なのですから The Queen s class listened in breathless suspense for her answer. "Yes, I think I will," said Miss Stacy. "I thought of taking another school, but I have decided to come back to Avonlea. To tell the truth, I ve grown so interested in my pupils here that I found I couldn t leave them. So I ll stay and see you through." "Hurrah!" said Moody Spurgeon. Moody Spurgeon had never been so carried away by his feelings before, and he blushed uncomfortably every time he thought about it for a week. "Oh, I m so glad," said Anne, with shining eyes. "Dear Stacy, it would be perfectly dreadful if you didn t come back. I don t believe I could have the heart to go on with my studies at all if another teacher came here." When Anne got home that night she stacked all her textbooks away in an old trunk in the attic, 「attic」屋根裏部屋。これは単にアンの部屋の意味だと思いますが、違ったりして locked it, and threw the key into the blanket box. "I m not even going to look at a schoolbook in vacation," she told Marilla. "I ve studied as hard all the term as I possibly could and I ve pored over that geometry until I know every proposition in the first book off by heart, even when the letters ARE changed. I just feel tired of everything sensible and I m going to let my imagination run riot for the summer. Oh, you needn t be alarmed, Marilla. I ll only let it run riot within reasonable limits. But I want to have a real good jolly time this summer, for maybe it s the last summer I ll be a little girl. 「a little girl」エイゴのlittle girlは意味が難しい 「for maybe it s the last summer I ll be a little girl」松本訳注第30章(13) p. 522参照。松本さんも「長らく分からなかったが」と書いていて、ちょっと安心したりして Mrs. Lynde says that if I keep stretching out next year 「stretching」背が伸びる as I ve done this 「this」はthis yearのこと I ll have to put on longer skirts. 「I ll have to put on longer skirts」松本訳注第30章(14) p. 522参照 She says I m all running to legs and eyes. And when I put on longer skirts I shall feel that I have to live up to them and be very dignified. It won t even do to believe in fairies then, I m afraid; so I m going to believe in them with all my whole heart this summer. I think we re going to have a very gay vacation. Ruby Gillis is going to have a birthday party soon and there s the Sunday school picnic and the missionary concert next month. And Mr. Barry says that some evening he ll take Diana and me over to the White Sands Hotel and have dinner there. They have dinner there in the evening, you know. ｢dinner｣you know と強調している。主語が They なので、一般を表す表現となっていて、アンはそれに従うということを伝えている。花岡訳では｢ホテルでは夜がごちそうなのね。｣（p. 322）と、夕方に食べることを強調しています。一方、松本訳では｢夕方、ホテルでディナーを頂くのよ｣（p. 358）と、時間（夕方）よりも、食べること（というすばらしいこと）を強調。dinnerやteaの習慣、アンがどんなことに興味を持ってしゃべったかの解釈がむずかしい。2007年7月22日追記 Jane Andrews was over once last summer and she says it was a dazzling sight to see the electric lights ホワイトサンズには電気が来ている！ and the flowers and all the lady guests in such beautiful dresses. 「such」具体的に指すことはないけれども、dazzling sightのひとつとなる、きれいなドレスであることは当然わかる Jane says it was her first glimpse into high life and she ll never forget it to her dying day." Mrs. Lynde came up the next afternoon to find out why Marilla had not been at the Aid meeting on Thursday. When Marilla was not at Aid meeting people knew there was something wrong at Green Gables. "Matthew had a bad spell with his heart Thursday," 「spell」発作 Marilla explained, "and I didn t feel like leaving him. Oh, yes, he s all right again now, but he takes them spells oftener than he used to and I m anxious about him. The doctor says he must be careful to avoid excitement. That s easy enough, for Matthew doesn t go about looking for excitement by any means and never did, but he s not to do any very heavy work either and you might as well tell Matthew not to breathe as not to work. Come and lay off your things, Rachel. You ll stay to tea?" "Well, seeing you re so pressing, perhaps I might as well, stay" said Mrs. Rachel, who had not the slightest intention of doing anything else. Mrs. Rachel and Marilla sat comfortably in the parlor while Anne got the tea and made hot biscuits that were light and white enough to defy even Mrs. Rachel s criticism. 「light and white enough」ということは、よくふくらんで、こげめがあまりないホットビスケットってことでしょうか。lightがよくわからない。バターで重い感じじゃない、ってことかも 「hot biscuits」松本訳注第30章(15) p. 522参照 "I must say Anne has turned out a real smart girl," admitted Mrs. Rachel, as Marilla accompanied her to the end of the lane at sunset. "She must be a great help to you." "She is," said Marilla, "and she s real steady and reliable now. I used to be afraid she d never get over her featherbrained ways, but she has and I wouldn t be afraid to trust her in anything now." "I never would have thought she d have turned out so well that first day I was here three years ago," said Mrs. Rachel. "Lawful heart, shall I ever forget that tantrum of hers! When I went home that night I says to Thomas, says I, `Mark my words, Thomas, Marilla Cuthbert ll live to rue the step she s took. But I was mistaken and I m real glad of it. I ain t one of those kind of people, Marilla, as can never be brought to own up that they ve made a mistake. No, that never was my way, thank goodness. I did make a mistake in judging Anne, but it weren t no wonder, for an odder, unexpecteder witch of a child there never was in this world, that s what. There was no ciphering her out by the rules that worked with other children. It s nothing short of wonderful how she s improved these three years, but especially in looks. She s a real pretty girl got to be, though I can t say I m overly partial to that pale, big-eyed style myself. I like more snap and color, like Diana Barry has or Ruby Gillis. Ruby Gillis s looks are real showy. But somehow--I don t know how it is but when Anne and them are together, 「Anne and them are together」これは「Anne and they are together」のほうが文法ではよりよいんでしたっけ？ though she ain t half as handsome, she makes them look kind of common and overdone-- something like them white June lilies she calls narcissus alongside of the big, red peonies, that s what." 「peonies」ボタン、シャクヤク CHAPTER XXIX UP CHAPTER XXXI 7 8 July 2007 22 July 2007 追記 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 7 July 2007 last update 2007-07-22 19 47 12 (Sun)

• Anne of Green Gables　のぺーじ - CHAPTER XXVIII

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  CHAPTER XXVII UP CHAPTER XXIX CHAPTER XXVIII An Unfortunate Lily Maid "OF course you must be Elaine, Anne," said Diana. "I could never have the courage to float down there." "Nor I," said Ruby Gillis, with a shiver. "I don t mind floating down when there s two or three of us in the flat and we can sit up. It s fun then. But to lie down and pretend I was dead--I just couldn t. I d die really of fright." "Of course it would be romantic," conceded Jane Andrews, "but I know I couldn t keep still. I d be popping up every minute or so to see where I was and if I wasn t drifting too far out. And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect." "But it s so ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine," mourned Anne. "I m not afraid to float down and I d love to be Elaine. But it s ridiculous just the same. Ruby ought to be Elaine because she is so fair and has such lovely long golden hair-- Elaine had `all her bright hair streaming down, you know. And Elaine was the lily maid. Now, a red-haired person cannot be a lily maid." "Your complexion is just as fair as Ruby s," said Diana earnestly, "and your hair is ever so much darker than it used to be before you cut it." "Oh, do you really think so?" exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight. "I ve sometimes thought it was myself--but I never dared to ask anyone for fear she would tell me it wasn t. Do you think it could be called auburn now, Diana?" "Yes, and I think it is real pretty," said Diana, looking admiringly at the short, silky curls that clustered over Anne s head and were held in place by a very jaunty black velvet ribbon and bow. They were standing on the bank of the pond, below Orchard Slope, where a little headland fringed with birches ran out from the bank; at its tip was a small wooden platform built out into the water for the convenience of fishermen and duck hunters. Ruby and Jane were spending the midsummer afternoon with Diana, and Anne had come over to play with them. Anne and Diana had spent most of their playtime that summer on and about the pond. Idlewild was a thing of the past, Mr. Bell having ruthlessly cut down the little circle of trees in his back pasture in the spring. Anne had sat among the stumps and wept, not without an eye to the romance of it; but she was speedily consoled, for, after all, as she and Diana said, big girls of thirteen, going on fourteen, were too old for such childish amusements as playhouses, and there were more fascinating sports to be found about the pond. It was splendid to fish for trout over the bridge and the two girls learned to row themselves about in the little flat-bottomed dory Mr. Barry kept for duck shooting. It was Anne s idea that they dramatize Elaine. They had studied Tennyson s poem in school the preceding winter, the Superintendent of Education having prescribed it in the English course for the Prince Edward Island schools. They had analyzed and parsed it and torn it to pieces in general until it was a wonder there was any meaning at all left in it for them, but at least the fair lily maid and Lancelot and Guinevere and King Arthur had become very real people to them, and Anne was devoured by secret regret that she had not been born in Camelot. Those days, she said, were so much more romantic than the present. Anne s plan was hailed with enthusiasm. The girls had discovered that if the flat were pushed off from the landing place it would drift down with the current under the bridge and finally strand itself on another headland lower down which ran out at a curve in the pond. They had often gone down like this and nothing could be more convenient for playing Elaine. "Well, I ll be Elaine," said Anne, yielding reluctantly, for, although she would have been delighted to play the principal character, yet her artistic sense demanded fitness for it and this, she felt, her limitations made impossible. "Ruby, you must be King Arthur and Jane will be Guinevere and Diana must be Lancelot. But first you must be the brothers and the father. We can t have the old dumb servitor because there isn t room for two in the flat when one is lying down. We must pall the barge all its length in blackest samite. That old black shawl of your mother s will be just the thing, Diana." The black shawl having been procured, Anne spread it over the flat and then lay down on the bottom, with closed eyes and hands folded over her breast. "Oh, she does look really dead," whispered Ruby Gillis nervously, watching the still, white little face under the flickering shadows of the birches. "It makes me feel frightened, girls. Do you suppose it s really right to act like this? Mrs. Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably wicked." "Ruby, you shouldn t talk about Mrs. Lynde," said Anne severely. "It spoils the effect because this is hundreds of years before Mrs. Lynde was born. Jane, you arrange this. It s silly for Elaine to be talking when she s dead." Jane rose to the occasion. Cloth of gold for coverlet there was none, but an old piano scarf of yellow Japanese crepe was an excellent substitute. A white lily was not obtainable just then, but the effect of a tall blue iris placed in one of Anne s folded hands was all that could be desired. "Now, she s all ready," said Jane. "We must kiss her quiet brows and, Diana, you say, `Sister, farewell forever, and Ruby, you say, `Farewell, sweet sister, both of you as sorrowfully as you possibly can. Anne, for goodness sake smile a little. You know Elaine `lay as though she smiled. That s better. Now push the flat off." The flat was accordingly pushed off, scraping roughly over an old embedded stake in the process. Diana and Jane and Ruby only waited long enough to see it caught in the current and headed for the bridge before scampering up through the woods, across the road, and down to the lower headland where, as Lancelot and Guinevere and the King, they were to be in readiness to receive the lily maid. For a few minutes Anne, drifting slowly down, enjoyed the romance of her situation to the full. Then something happened not at all romantic. The flat began to leak. In a very few moments it was necessary for Elaine to scramble to her feet, pick up her cloth of gold coverlet and pall of blackest samite and gaze blankly at a big crack in the bottom of her barge through which the water was literally pouring. That sharp stake at the landing had torn off the strip of batting nailed on the flat. Anne did not know this, but it did not take her long to realize that she was in a dangerous plight. At this rate the flat would fill and sink long before it could drift to the lower headland. Where were the oars? Left behind at the landing! Anne gave one gasping little scream which nobody ever heard; she was white to the lips, but she did not lose her self-possession. There was one chance--just one. "I was horribly frightened," she told Mrs. Allan the next day, "and it seemed like years while the flat was drifting down to the bridge and the water rising in it every moment. I prayed, Mrs. Allan, most earnestly, but I didn t shut my eyes to pray, for I knew the only way God could save me was to let the flat float close enough to one of the bridge piles for me to climb up on it. You know the piles are just old tree trunks and there are lots of knots and old branch stubs on them. It was proper to pray, but I had to do my part by watching out and right well I knew it. I just said, `Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I ll do the rest, over and over again. Under such circumstances you don t think much about making a flowery prayer. But mine was answered, for the flat bumped right into a pile for a minute and I flung the scarf and the shawl over my shoulder and scrambled up on a big providential stub. And there I was, Mrs. Allan, clinging to that slippery old pile with no way of getting up or down. It was a very unromantic position, but I didn t think about that at the time. You don t think much about romance when you have just escaped from a watery grave. I said a grateful prayer at once and then I gave all my attention to holding on tight, for I knew I should probably have to depend on human aid to get back to dry land." The flat drifted under the bridge and then promptly sank in midstream. Ruby, Jane, and Diana, already awaiting it on the lower headland, saw it disappear before their very eyes and had not a doubt but that Anne had gone down with it. For a moment they stood still, white as sheets, frozen with horror at the tragedy; then, shrieking at the tops of their voices, they started on a frantic run up through the woods, never pausing as they crossed the main road to glance the way of the bridge. Anne, clinging desperately to her precarious foothold, saw their flying forms and heard their shrieks. Help would soon come, but meanwhile her position was a very uncomfortable one. The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid. Why didn t somebody come? Where had the girls gone? Suppose they had fainted, one and all! Suppose nobody ever came! Suppose she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no longer! Anne looked at the wicked green depths below her, wavering with long, oily shadows, and shivered. Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to her. Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists another moment, Gilbert Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrews s dory! Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes. "Anne Shirley! How on earth did you get there?" he exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer he pulled close to the pile and extended his hand. There was no help for it; Anne, clinging to Gilbert Blythe s hand, scrambled down into the dory, where she sat, drabbled and furious, in the stern with her arms full of dripping shawl and wet crepe. It was certainly extremely difficult to be dignified under the circumstances! "What has happened, Anne?" asked Gilbert, taking up his oars. "We were playing Elaine" explained Anne frigidly, without even looking at her rescuer, "and I had to drift down to Camelot in the barge--I mean the flat. The flat began to leak and I climbed out on the pile. The girls went for help. Will you be kind enough to row me to the landing?" Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly on shore. "I m very much obliged to you," she said haughtily as she turned away. But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm. "Anne," he said hurriedly, "look here. Can t we be good friends? I m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair that time. I didn t mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke. Besides, it s so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now--honest I do. Let s be friends." For a moment Anne hesitated. She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expression in Gilbert s hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday. Gilbert had called her "carrots" and had brought about her disgrace before the whole school. Her resentment, which to other and older people might be as laughable as its cause, was in no whit allayed and softened by time seemingly. She hated Gilbert Blythe! She would never forgive him! "No," she said coldly, "I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don t want to be!" "All right!" Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks. "I ll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. And I don t care either!" He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little path under the maples. She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret. She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently. Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still--! Altogether, Anne rather thought it would be a relief to sit down and have a good cry. She was really quite unstrung, for the reaction from her fright and cramped clinging was making itself felt. Halfway up the path she met Jane and Diana rushing back to the pond in a state narrowly removed from positive frenzy. They had found nobody at Orchard Slope, both Mr. and Mrs. Barry being away. Here Ruby Gillis had succumbed to hysterics, and was left to recover from them as best she might, while Jane and Diana flew through the Haunted Wood and across the brook to Green Gables. There they had found nobody either, for Marilla had gone to Carmody and Matthew was making hay in the back field. "Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, fairly falling on the former s neck and weeping with relief and delight, "oh, Anne--we thought--you were--drowned--and we felt like murderers--because we had made--you be--Elaine. And Ruby is in hysterics--oh, Anne, how did you escape?" "I climbed up on one of the piles," explained Anne wearily, "and Gilbert Blythe came along in Mr. Andrews s dory and brought me to land." "Oh, Anne, how splendid of him! Why, it s so romantic!" said Jane, finding breath enough for utterance at last. "Of course you ll speak to him after this." "Of course I won t," flashed Anne, with a momentary return of her old spirit. "And I don t want ever to hear the word `romantic again, Jane Andrews. I m awfully sorry you were so frightened, girls. It is all my fault. I feel sure I was born under an unlucky star. Everything I do gets me or my dearest friends into a scrape. We ve gone and lost your father s flat, Diana, and I have a presentiment that we ll not be allowed to row on the pond any more." Anne s presentiment proved more trustworthy than presentiments are apt to do. Great was the consternation in the Barry and Cuthbert households when the events of the afternoon became known. "Will you ever have any sense, Anne?" groaned Marilla. "Oh, yes, I think I will, Marilla," returned Anne optimistically. A good cry, indulged in the grateful solitude of the east gable, had soothed her nerves and restored her to her wonted cheerfulness. "I think my prospects of becoming sensible are brighter now than ever." "I don t see how," said Marilla. "Well," explained Anne, "I ve learned a new and valuable lesson today. Ever since I came to Green Gables I ve been making mistakes, and each mistake has helped to cure me of some great shortcoming. The affair of the amethyst brooch cured me of meddling with things that didn t belong to me. The Haunted Wood mistake cured me of letting my imagination run away with me. The liniment cake mistake cured me of carelessness in cooking. Dyeing my hair cured me of vanity. I never think about my hair and nose now--at least, very seldom. And today s mistake is going to cure me of being too romantic. I have come to the conclusion that it is no use trying to be romantic in Avonlea. It was probably easy enough in towered Camelot hundreds of years ago, but romance is not appreciated now. I feel quite sure that you will soon see a great improvement in me in this respect, Marilla." "I m sure I hope so," said Marilla skeptically. But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne s shoulder when Marilla had gone out. "Don t give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing--not too much, of course--but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it." CHAPTER XXVII UP CHAPTER XXIX 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 19 22 (Tue)