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CHAPTER XXXI UP CHAPTER XXXIII CHAPTER XXXII The Pass List Is Out 第32章 合格発表（松本訳） With the end of June came the close of the term and the close of Miss Stacy s rule in Avonlea school. 倒置 「rule」統治：なんてったって、Miss Stacy s little kingdom（CHAPTER XXVI with impression The Story Club Is Formed）ですからね Anne and Diana walked home that evening feeling very sober indeed. Red eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testimony to the fact that Miss Stacy s farewell words must have been quite as touching as Mr. Phillips s had been under similar circumstances three years before. Diana looked back at the schoolhouse from the foot of the spruce hill and sighed deeply. "It does seem as if it was the end of everything, doesn t it?" she said dismally. "You oughtn t to feel half as badly as I do," said Anne, hunting vainly for a dry spot on her handkerchief. "You ll be back again next winter, but I suppose I ve left the dear old school forever-- だめだったら戻ればいい、進学は卒業したからというわけではない。今の日本の学校制度にどっぷり漬かってしまっていると、このあたりの感覚がわからない。とはいえ、卒業はみんないっしょ、になったのは、日本は戦後からですし。落第もおっけい、というふうになれば、学校が荒れることもないと思うんですけどねえ if I have good luck, that is." "It won t be a bit the same. Miss Stacy won t be there, nor you nor Jane nor Ruby probably. I shall have to sit all alone, for I couldn t bear to have another deskmate after you. Oh, we have had jolly times, haven t we, Anne? It s dreadful to think they re all over." Two big tears rolled down by Diana s nose. "If you would stop crying I could," said Anne imploringly. "Just as soon as I put away my hanky I see you brimming up and that starts me off again. 「hanky」= handkerchief。この省略の仕方、エイゴは音のコトバであることを感じさせられます As Mrs. Lynde says, `If you can t be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can. After all, I dare say I ll be back next year. This is one of the times I KNOW I m not going to pass. They re getting alarmingly frequent." "Why, you came out splendidly in the exams Miss Stacy gave." "Yes, but those exams didn t make me nervous. When I think of the real thing you can t imagine what a horrid cold fluttery feeling comes round my heart. And then my number is thirteen and Josie Pye says it s so unlucky. I am NOT superstitious and I know it can make no difference. But still I wish it wasn t thirteen." "I do wish I was going in with you," said Diana. "Wouldn t we have a perfectly elegant time? But I suppose you ll have to cram in the evenings." "No; Miss Stacy has made us promise not to open a book at all. 100年前も今も、カナダも日本もいっしょ、ね She says it would only tire and confuse us and we are to go out walking and not think about the exams at all and go to bed early. It s good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think. Prissy Andrews told me that she sat up half the night every night of her Entrance week and crammed for dear life; and I had determined to sit up AT LEAST as long as she did. It was so kind of your Aunt Josephine to ask me to stay at Beechwood while I m in town." "You ll write to me while you re in, won t you?" "I ll write Tuesday night and tell you how the first day goes," promised Anne. "I ll be haunting the post office Wednesday," vowed Diana. 「haunt」たびたび行く。お化けが出る、のではない。もちろん、お化けも、たびたび出る、わけですが Anne went to town the following Monday and on Wednesday Diana haunted the post office, as agreed, and got her letter. "Dearest Diana" [wrote Anne], "Here it is Tuesday night and I m writing this in the library at Beechwood. 「a library」（本の多い）書斎、図書室。う～ん、ミス・バリーのぶなの樹屋敷は、やっぱり大きなお屋敷ね Last night I was horribly lonesome all alone in my room and wished so much you were with me. I couldn t "cram" because I d promised Miss Stacy not to, but it was as hard to keep from opening my history as it used to be to keep from reading a story before my lessons were learned. "This morning Miss Stacy came for me and we went to the Academy, calling for Jane and Ruby and Josie on our way. ステイシー先生もこれまた面倒見のいいこと。きっとクイーン学院は母校なんでしょうね Ruby asked me to feel her hands and they were as cold as ice. Josie said I looked as if I hadn t slept a wink and she didn t believe I was strong enough to stand the grind of the teacher s course even if I did get through. There are times and seasons even yet when I don t feel that I ve made any great headway in learning to like Josie Pye! "When we reached the Academy there were scores of students there from all over the Island. 「scores」複数形で、20。松本訳では「たいへんな数の」（p. 374） The first person we saw was Moody Spurgeon sitting on the steps and muttering away to himself. Jane asked him what on earth he was doing and he said he was repeating the multiplication table over and over to steady his nerves and for pity s sake not to interrupt him, because if he stopped for a moment he got frightened and forgot everything he ever knew, but the multiplication table kept all his facts firmly in their proper place! "When we were assigned to our rooms Miss Stacy had to leave us. Jane and I sat together and Jane was so composed that I envied her. No need of the multiplication table for good, steady, sensible Jane! I wondered if I looked as I felt and if they could hear my heart thumping clear across the room. Then a man came in and began distributing the English examination sheets. My hands grew cold then and my head fairly whirled around as I picked it up. Just one awful moment--Diana, I felt exactly as I did four years ago when I asked Marilla if I might stay at Green Gables-- グリーンゲイブルズに置いてもらえるのかどうかマリラに尋ねたときのこと（CHAPTER VIII Anne s Bringing-up Is Begun、 CHAPTER VIII with impression? Anne s Bringing-up Is Begun with impression）を、ダイアナには話したことがあったのがわかる。アンのことだから、絶対話しているだろうことは読者はわかっているけれども and then everything cleared up in my mind and my heart began beating again--I forgot to say that it had stopped altogether!--for I knew I could do something with THAT paper anyhow. "At noon we went home for dinner お昼ご飯は、「dinner」。アヴォンリーの学校のお弁当もそうだけど（CHAPTER XV with impression? A Tempest in the School Teapot with impression） and then back again for history in the afternoon. The history was a pretty hard paper and I got dreadfully mixed up in the dates. Still, I think I did fairly well today. But oh, Diana, tomorrow the geometry exam comes off and when I think of it it takes every bit of determination I possess to keep from opening my Euclid. 「geometry」と「Euclid」。ユークリッドと言われれば、幾何の本だとわかる。シーザーと聞いてもラテン語とはわからなかったけれども（CHAPTER XXX with impression The Queens Class Is Organized）。もっとも、ユークリッドは幾何学を指すにすぎないのに対して（ギリシャ語で幾何学を学ぶわけではないので ユークリッドの幾何はギリシャ語で書かれたものがエジプトのアレクサンドリア図書館にはあったのですが、図書館の火災により焼失。ところが、アラビア語訳が残されており、これがルネッサンスの時期だったかにアラビア語からヨーロッパの言葉（ラテン語？）に翻訳されヨーロッパに再移入されたんだったことを思いだしました（とはいえ記憶があいまい）。なので、ユークリッドの「原論」は原著では読めません。2007年7月29日 修正＆追記）、シーザーは、もちろんシーザーの書いたラテン語（ガリア戦記？）を読んでいるはずで、指し表わし方が違ってはいます。松本訳ではどちらも漢字で「幾何」とし、それぞれにルビを付け、「ジオメトリー」「ユークリッド」としています（p. 375） If I thought the multiplication table would help me any I would recite it from now till tomorrow morning. "I went down to see the other girls this evening. On my way I met Moody Spurgeon wandering distractedly around. He said he knew he had failed in history and he was born to be a disappointment to his parents and he was going home on the morning train; and it would be easier to be a carpenter than a minister, anyhow. I cheered him up and persuaded him to stay to the end because it would be unfair to Miss Stacy if he didn t. Sometimes I have wished I was born a boy, but when I see Moody Spurgeon I m always glad I m a girl and not his sister. "Ruby was in hysterics when I reached their boardinghouse; 「their」ルビー、ジェイン、ジョージーの3人は同じところ、なのかしら 「boardinghouse」 Puffin Books版では、boarding-house と分けてある。寄宿舎／下宿屋。boardには、まかないする、の意味がある。たぶんそれで、下宿するの意味になったのではないでしょうか she had just discovered a fearful mistake she had made in her English paper. When she recovered we went uptown and had an ice cream. How we wished you had been with us. "Oh, Diana, if only the geometry examination were over! But there, as Mrs. Lynde would say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in geometry or not. That is true but not especially comforting. I think I d rather it didn t go on if I failed! Yours devotedly, Anne" The geometry examination and all the others were over in due time and Anne arrived home on Friday evening, rather tired but with an air of chastened triumph about her. Diana was over at Green Gables when she arrived and they met as if they had been parted for years. "You old darling, it s perfectly splendid to see you back again. It seems like an age since you went to town and oh, Anne, how did you get along?" "Pretty well, I think, in everything but the geometry. I don t know whether I passed in it or not and I have a creepy, crawly presentiment that I didn t. creepyは（恐さで）鳥肌が立つような、crawlyはむずむずする、とか、ぞっとする、とか。似たような意味の、krの音で始まるコトバを重ねて、コワイ感増大？！ Oh, how good it is to be back! Green Gables is the dearest, loveliest spot in the world." これはアンのような孤児がはじめて得たhomeだからというよりは、むしろ、試験の大変さのほうが大きでしょうね "How did the others do?" "The girls say they know they didn t pass, but I think they did pretty well. Josie says the geometry was so easy a child of ten could do it! Moody Spurgeon still thinks he failed in history and Charlie says he failed in algebra. But we don t really know anything about it and won t until the pass list is out. That won t be for a fortnight. Fancy living a fortnight in such suspense! 「fortnight」2週間。scoresといい、このfortnightといい、数字を表わすのに別な言葉を使われると、わからない。英語力不足なだけですが I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up until it is over." Diana knew it would be useless to ask how Gilbert Blythe had fared, so she merely said "Oh, you ll pass all right. Don t worry." "I d rather not pass at all than not come out pretty well up on the list," flashed Anne, by which she meant--and Diana knew she meant--that success would be incomplete and bitter if she did not come out ahead of Gilbert Blythe. With this end in view Anne had strained every nerve during the examinations. 「strain」緊張させる So had Gilbert. They had met and passed each other on the street a dozen times without any sign of recognition and every time Anne had held her head a little higher and wished a little more earnestly that she had made friends with Gilbert when he asked her, and vowed a little more determinedly to surpass him in the examination. She knew that all Avonlea junior was wondering which would come out first; she even knew that Jimmy Glover and Ned Wright had a bet on the question and that Josie Pye had said there was no doubt in the world that Gilbert would be first; and she felt that her humiliation would be unbearable if she failed. But she had another and nobler motive for wishing to do well. She wanted to "pass high" for the sake of Matthew and Marilla-- especially Matthew. Matthew had declared to her his conviction that she "would beat the whole Island." That, Anne felt, was something it would be foolish to hope for even in the wildest dreams. 「That」はひとつ前の文を指す。Anne feltが中の文に挿入している。たぶん、ふつうに書くなら、Anne felt that it was... とthat で受けずに、itで受けるのだと思うのですが、違うのかな But she did hope fervently that she would be among the first ten at least, so that she might see Matthew s kindly brown eyes gleam with pride in her achievement. That, she felt, would be a sweet reward indeed for all her hard work and patient grubbing among unimaginative equations and conjugations. この「That」もひとつ前の文を指す。上と同じ。同じ文の構造を繰り返し使うことによって、強調の効果 「conjugations」動詞の活用。数式と動詞の活用は、カナダでも暗記が重要だったようで 「grub」あくせく働く。なので、patient grubbing among...で、あまり想像を働かせることもない数式や動詞の活用をがまんして覚える、といった感じの内容。ところが、このgrub、CHAPTER II with impression Matthew Cuthbert is surprised にでもでてきていて……、それは、マシューが thrill を感じる、キュウリの苗床からでてくるウジ虫。モードは数学や文法はあまり好きではなかったんでしょうね At the end of the fortnight Anne took to "haunting" the post office also, 「hauting」アンの手紙を待つダイアナとは違うけれども、来てほしいのは同じ in the distracted company of Jane, Ruby, and Josie, opening the Charlottetown dailies with shaking hands and cold, sinkaway feelings as bad as any experienced during the Entrance week. 「the Charlottetown dailies」松本訳注第32章(1) p. 525参照 Charlie and Gilbert were not above doing this too, 「be not above doing」……するのもまんざらではない。平気で……する but Moody Spurgeon stayed resolutely away. "I haven t got the grit to go there and look at a paper in cold blood," he told Anne. "I m just going to wait until somebody comes and tells me suddenly whether I ve passed or not." When three weeks had gone by without the pass list appearing Anne began to feel that she really couldn t stand the strain much longer. Her appetite failed and her interest in Avonlea doings languished. Mrs. Lynde wanted to know what else you could expect with a Tory superintendent of education at the head of affairs, and Matthew, noting Anne s paleness and indifference and the lagging steps that bore her home from the post office every afternoon, began seriously to wonder if he hadn t better vote Grit at the next election. 別な政党に変わったとしても、こういったことには何も影響がないのに、と読者にはわかるから、少し笑える（大して笑えない）ところ But one evening the news came. Anne was sitting at her open window, for the time forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world, as she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of poplars. 「sibilant and rustling」しゅうしゅう（s、z、sh、jのような音）と、かさかさ（さらさら）いう。エイゴは擬態音、擬声音が不得意だから……。まどろっこしいんだから、もう The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that, when she saw Diana come flying down through the firs, over the log bridge, and up the slope, with a fluttering newspaper in her hand. Anne sprang to her feet, The Spencervale doctor の助言（CHAPTER XXXI with impression Where the Brook and River Meet）の効果はここに出たのです！ knowing at once what that paper contained. The pass list was out! Her head whirled and her heart beat until it hurt her. She could not move a step. It seemed an hour to her before Diana came rushing along the hall and burst into the room without even knocking, so great was her excitement. "Anne, you ve passed," she cried, "passed the VERY FIRST--you and Gilbert both--you re ties--but your name is first. 成績が同じ人はFirst nameのアルファベット順に並べてあったのでしょうね。きっとほかの同点同順の人も。Family nameのアルファベット順に並べる流儀もあるようですが、今も、first name順に並べるのは見かけます Oh, I m so proud!" Diana flung the paper on the table and herself on Anne s bed, utterly breathless and incapable of further speech. 「utterly」全くの Anne lighted the lamp, oversetting the match safe and using up half a dozen matches before her shaking hands could accomplish the task. 「match safe」具体的にはどんなものなのか、よくわからない。マッチ箱なんでしょうけども……。International Match Safe Association and Museum http //www.matchsafe.org/ などというところもあるようです Then she snatched up the paper. Yes, she had passed--there was her name at the very top of a list of two hundred! 合格者が200人。プリンスエドワード島州政府ウェブページの資料（http //www.gov.pe.ca/photos/original/pt_historical.pdf）によると、1875年から1903年まで、プリンスエドワード島の人口は100,000人から109,078人（1891年が最大）で推移（Table 2.02.1, p. 18）。コホートデータは1901年からのものしかないので、それを利用してちょっと考えてみます。1901年の20-24歳グループは、9,342人（男4,684、女4,558）、25-29歳グループは、6,541人（男3,206、女3,335）。何となくですが、流出しているような気がします。15-19歳グループは12,261人（男6,233、女6,028）。1875年から人口はあまり増減していないので、この15-19歳グループの12,000人という数字を利用しても大きな問題はないかと思います。年齢ごとの数字を算出するために、5で割ると2,400人。200を割ると進学率は約8.4%と単純計算（進学の年齢が多少ずれても人口の増減が小さいので無視できる）。他の州やアメリカ合衆国への進学（流出）もあるでしょうから、アンダーエスティメイト。文部科学省の資料（http //www.mext.go.jp/b_menu/shingi/chukyo/chukyo4/gijiroku/001/03090201/003/002.pdf）によると、日本では高等教育機関への進学率は昭和10年（1935）で5%くらいで（グラフの読み取りなので不正確）、戦後になってやっと8%を越えたようです。師範学校もたぶん数えられていると思います（実業専門学校を数えているので）。ちなみに、平成15年の進学率は72.9%、大学進学率は41.3%。ひょえ～ That moment was worth living for. "You did just splendidly, Anne," puffed Diana, 「puff」（息を切らして）あえぐ recovering sufficiently to sit up and speak, for Anne, starry eyed and rapt, had not uttered a word. 「utter」声を発する。すこし上に、utterlyがある "Father brought the paper home from Bright River not ten minutes ago--it came out on the afternoon train, you know, and won t be here till tomorrow by mail--and when I saw the pass list I just rushed over like a wild thing. You ve all passed, every one of you, Moody Spurgeon and all, although he s conditioned in history. ムーディー・スパージョンは不得意なところが上手く克服できなかったようです。Moody Spurgeon still thinks he failed in historyと上にもありますが、CHAPTER XXXI with impression Where the Brook and River Meet でも不得意であったようですので（Moody Spurgeon says he feels it in his bones that he is going to fail in English history.） 2007年7月29日追記 Jane and Ruby did pretty well--they re halfway up--and so did Charlie. Josie just scraped through with three marks to spare, 「mark」点 「to spare」余分の but you ll see she ll put on as many airs as if she d led. 「put on airs」もったいぶる、気どる Won t Miss Stacy be delighted? Oh, Anne, what does it feel like to see your name at the head of a pass list like that? If it were me I know I d go crazy with joy. I am pretty near crazy as it is, but you re as calm and cool as a spring evening." "I m just dazzled inside," said Anne. "I want to say a hundred things, and I can t find words to say them in. I never dreamed of this--yes, I did too, just once! I let myself think ONCE, `What if I should come out first? quakingly, you know, for it seemed so vain and presumptuous to think I could lead the Island. Excuse me a minute, Diana. I must run right out to the field to tell Matthew. Then we ll go up the road and tell the good news to the others." They hurried to the hayfield below the barn where Matthew was coiling hay, 「coiling hay」干し草を巻く？？というのは一体どういうことをしているのでしょうか。かたまりを作っているの？ and, as luck would have it, Mrs. Lynde was talking to Marilla at the lane fence. "Oh, Matthew," exclaimed Anne, "I ve passed and I m first--or one of the first! I m not vain, but I m thankful." 「I m not vain, but I m thankful.」うぬぼれているんじゃないの、感謝しているの。－－やはり神様に感謝しているのでしょうか "Well now, I always said it," said Matthew, gazing at the pass list delightedly. "I knew you could beat them all easy." "You ve done pretty well, I must say, Anne," said Marilla, trying to hide her extreme pride in Anne from Mrs. Rachel s critical eye. But that good soul said heartily "I just guess she has done well, and far be it from me to be backward in saying it. 「she」といっているところをみると、ここまではマリラに話し掛けている You re a credit to your friends, Anne, that s what, and we re all proud of you." こっちは「You」「Anne」なのでアンに話している That night Anne, who had wound up the delightful evening with a serious little talk with Mrs. Allan at the manse, knelt sweetly by her open window in a great sheen of moonshine and murmured a prayer of gratitude and aspiration that came straight from her heart. 「knelt」kneel ひざまづく There was in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might desire. 「maidenhood」childhoodでは、もう、ない CHAPTER XXXI UP CHAPTER XXXIII 21 22 July 2007 27 July 2007 ゴミ文字削除 29 July 2007 修正追記 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 21 July 2007 last update 2007-07-29 23 53 05 (Sun)
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UP CHAPTER II CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting "cotton warp" quilts--she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices--and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel s all-seeing eye. She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky- white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde s husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there? Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon s enjoyment was spoiled. "I ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he s gone and why," the worthy woman finally concluded. "He doesn t generally go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; if he d run out of turnip seed he wouldn t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I m clean puzzled, that s what, and I won t know a minute s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today." Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde s Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert s father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place LIVING at all. "It s just STAYING, that s what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "It s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren t much company, though dear knows if they were there d be enough of them. I d ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they re used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said." With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment--or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper. Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew s white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables. "Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly. "This is a real fine evening, isn t it? Won t you sit down? How are all your folks?" Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of--or perhaps because of--their dissimilarity. Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. 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. "We re all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid YOU weren t, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor s." Marilla s lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor s curiosity. "Oh, no, I m quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. We re getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he s coming on the train tonight." If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it. "Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her. "Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation. Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing! "What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly. This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved. "Well, we ve been thinking about it for some time--all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we d get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he s sixty-- and he isn t so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it s got to be to get hired help. There s never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he s up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At first Matthew suggested getting a Home boy. But I said `no flat to that. `They may be all right--I m not saying they re not--but no London street Arabs for me, I said. `Give me a native born at least. There ll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I ll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian. So in the end we decided to ask Mrs. Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer s folks at Carmody to bring us a smart, likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age--old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to give him a good home and schooling. We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today--the mail-man brought it from the station-- saying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself." Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news. "Well, Marilla, I ll just tell you plain that I think you re doing a mighty foolish thing--a risky thing, that s what. You don t know what you re getting. You re bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don t know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he s likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night--set it ON PURPOSE, Marilla--and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs--they couldn t break him of it. If you had asked my advice in the matter--which you didn t do, Marilla--I d have said for mercy s sake not to think of such a thing, that s what." This Job s comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla. She knitted steadily on. "I don t deny there s something in what you say, Rachel. I ve had some qualms myself. But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It s so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it s my duty to give in. And as for the risk, there s risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There s risks in people s having children of their own if it comes to that--they don t always turn out well. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn t as if we were getting him from England or the States. He can t be much different from ourselves." "Well, I hope it will turn out all right," said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts. "Only don t say I didn t warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the well--I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance." "Well, we re not getting a girl," said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. "I d never dream of taking a girl to bring up. I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, SHE wouldn t shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head." Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell s and tell the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla s relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel s pessimism. "Well, of all things that ever were or will be!" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I m sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don t know anything about children and they ll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be s he ever had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built--if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks at them. I wouldn t be in that orphan s shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that s what." So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound. UP CHAPTER II 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 04 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 33 11 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXI UP CHAPTER XXIII CHAPTER XXII Anne is Invited Out to Tea "And what are your eyes popping out of your head about. Now?" asked Marilla, when Anne had just come in from a run to the post office. "Have you discovered another kindred spirit?" Excitement hung around Anne like a garment, shone in her eyes, kindled in every feature. She had come dancing up the lane, like a wind-blown sprite, through the mellow sunshine and lazy shadows of the August evening. "No, Marilla, but oh, what do you think? I am invited to tea at the manse tomorrow afternoon! Mrs. Allan left the letter for me at the post office. Just look at it, Marilla. `Miss Anne Shirley, Green Gables. That is the first time I was ever called `Miss. Such a thrill as it gave me! I shall cherish it forever among my choicest treasures." "Mrs. Allan told me she meant to have all the members of her Sunday-school class to tea in turn," said Marilla, regarding the wonderful event very coolly. "You needn t get in such a fever over it. Do learn to take things calmly, child." For Anne to take things calmly would have been to change her nature. All "spirit and fire and dew," as she was, the pleasures and pains of life came to her with trebled intensity. Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs of existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate. Therefore Marilla conceived it to be her duty to drill Anne into a tranquil uniformity of disposition as impossible and alien to her as to a dancing sunbeam in one of the brook shallows. She did not make much headway, as she sorrowfully admitted to herself. The downfall of some dear hope or plan plunged Anne into "deeps of affliction." The fulfillment thereof exalted her to dizzy realms of delight. Marilla had almost begun to despair of ever fashioning this waif of the world into her model little girl of demure manners and prim deportment. Neither would she have believed that she really liked Anne much better as she was. Anne went to bed that night speechless with misery because Matthew had said the wind was round northeast and he feared it would be a rainy day tomorrow. The rustle of the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the full, faraway roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving its strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day. Anne thought that the morning would never come. But all things have an end, even nights before the day on which you are invited to take tea at the manse. The morning, in spite of Matthew s predictions, was fine and Anne s spirits soared to their highest. "Oh, Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love everybody I see," she exclaimed as she washed the breakfast dishes. "You don t know how good I feel! Wouldn t it be nice if it could last? I believe I could be a model child if I were just invited out to tea every day. But oh, Marilla, it s a solemn occasion too. I feel so anxious. What if I shouldn t behave properly? You know I never had tea at a manse before, and I m not sure that I know all the rules of etiquette, although I ve been studying the rules given in the Etiquette Department of the Family Herald ever since I came here. I m so afraid I ll do something silly or forget to do something I should do. Would it be good manners to take a second helping of anything if you wanted to VERY much?" "The trouble with you, Anne, is that you re thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her," said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice. Anne instantly realized this. "You are right, Marilla. I ll try not to think about myself at all." Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of "etiquette," for she came home through the twilight, under a great, high-sprung sky gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud, in a beatified state of mind and told Marilla all about it happily, sitting on the big red-sandstone slab at the kitchen door with her tired curly head in Marilla s gingham lap. A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the rims of firry western hills and whistling through the poplars. One clear star hung over the orchard and the fireflies were flitting over in Lover s Lane, in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs. Anne watched them as she talked and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting. "Oh, Marilla, I ve had a most FASCINATING time. I feel that I have not lived in vain and I shall always feel like that even if I should never be invited to tea at a manse again. When I got there Mrs. Allan met me at the door. She was dressed in the sweetest dress of pale-pink organdy, with dozens of frills and elbow sleeves, and she looked just like a seraph. I really think I d like to be a minister s wife when I grow up, Marilla. A minister mightn t mind my red hair because he wouldn t be thinking of such worldly things. But then of course one would have to be naturally good and I ll never be that, so I suppose there s no use in thinking about it. Some people are naturally good, you know, and others are not. I m one of the others. Mrs. Lynde says I m full of original sin. No matter how hard I try to be good I can never make such a success of it as those who are naturally good. It s a good deal like geometry, I expect. But don t you think the trying so hard ought to count for something? Mrs. Allan is one of the naturally good people. I love her passionately. You know there are some people, like Matthew and Mrs. Allan that you can love right off without any trouble. And there are others, like Mrs. Lynde, that you have to try very hard to love. You know you OUGHT to love them because they know so much and are such active workers in the church, but you have to keep reminding yourself of it all the time or else you forget. There was another little girl at the manse to tea, from the White Sands Sunday school. Her name was Laurette Bradley, and she was a very nice little girl. Not exactly a kindred spirit, you know, but still very nice. We had an elegant tea, and I think I kept all the rules of etiquette pretty well. After tea Mrs. Allan played and sang and she got Lauretta and me to sing too. Mrs. Allan says I have a good voice and she says I must sing in the Sunday-school choir after this. You can t think how I was thrilled at the mere thought. I ve longed so to sing in the Sunday-school choir, as Diana does, but I feared it was an honor I could never aspire to. Lauretta had to go home early because there is a big concert in the White Sands Hotel tonight and her sister is to recite at it. Lauretta says that the Americans at the hotel give a concert every fortnight in aid of the Charlottetown hospital, and they ask lots of the White Sands people to recite. Lauretta said she expected to be asked herself someday. I just gazed at her in awe. After she had gone Mrs. Allan and I had a heart-to-heart talk. I told her everything--about Mrs. Thomas and the twins and Katie Maurice and Violetta and coming to Green Gables and my troubles over geometry. And would you believe it, Marilla? Mrs. Allan told me she was a dunce at geometry too. You don t know how that encouraged me. Mrs. Lynde came to the manse just before I left, and what do you think, Marilla? The trustees have hired a new teacher and it s a lady. Her name is Miss Muriel Stacy. Isn t that a romantic name? Mrs. Lynde says they ve never had a female teacher in Avonlea before and she thinks it is a dangerous innovation. But I think it will be splendid to have a lady teacher, and I really don t see how I m going to live through the two weeks before school begins. I m so impatient to see her." CHAPTER XXI UP CHAPTER XXIII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 21 35 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXXIV UP CHAPTER XXXVI CHAPTER XXXV The Winter at Queen s Anne s homesickness wore off, greatly helped in the wearing by her weekend visits home. As long as the open weather lasted the Avonlea students went out to Carmody on the new branch railway every Friday night. Diana and several other Avonlea young folks were generally on hand to meet them and they all walked over to Avonlea in a merry party. Anne thought those Friday evening gypsyings over the autumnal hills in the crisp golden air, with the homelights of Avonlea twinkling beyond, were the best and dearest hours in the whole week. Gilbert Blythe nearly always walked with Ruby Gillis and carried her satchel for her. Ruby was a very handsome young lady, now thinking herself quite as grown up as she really was; she wore her skirts as long as her mother would let her and did her hair up in town, though she had to take it down when she went home. She had large, bright-blue eyes, a brilliant complexion, and a plump showy figure. She laughed a great deal, was cheerful and good-tempered, and enjoyed the pleasant things of life frankly. "But I shouldn t think she was the sort of girl Gilbert would like," whispered Jane to Anne. Anne did not think so either, but she would not have said so for the Avery scholarship. She could not help thinking, too, that it would be very pleasant to have such a friend as Gilbert to jest and chatter with and exchange ideas about books and studies and ambitions. Gilbert had ambitions, she knew, and Ruby Gillis did not seem the sort of person with whom such could be profitably discussed. There was no silly sentiment in Anne s ideas concerning Gilbert. Boys were to her, when she thought about them at all, merely possible good comrades. If she and Gilbert had been friends she would not have cared how many other friends he had nor with whom he walked. She had a genius for friendship; girl friends she had in plenty; but she had a vague consciousness that masculine friendship might also be a good thing to round out one s conceptions of companionship and furnish broader standpoints of judgment and comparison. Not that Anne could have put her feelings on the matter into just such clear definition. But she thought that if Gilbert had ever walked home with her from the train, over the crisp fields and along the ferny byways, they might have had many and merry and interesting conversations about the new world that was opening around them and their hopes and ambitions therein. Gilbert was a clever young fellow, with his own thoughts about things and a determination to get the best out of life and put the best into it. Ruby Gillis told Jane Andrews that she didn t understand half the things Gilbert Blythe said; he talked just like Anne Shirley did when she had a thoughtful fit on and for her part she didn t think it any fun to be bothering about books and that sort of thing when you didn t have to. Frank Stockley had lots more dash and go, but then he wasn t half as good-looking as Gilbert and she really couldn t decide which she liked best! In the Academy Anne gradually drew a little circle of friends about her, thoughtful, imaginative, ambitious students like herself. With the "rose-red" girl, Stella Maynard, and the "dream girl," Priscilla Grant, she soon became intimate, finding the latter pale spiritual-looking maiden to be full to the brim of mischief and pranks and fun, while the vivid, black-eyed Stella had a heartful of wistful dreams and fancies, as aerial and rainbow-like as Anne s own. After the Christmas holidays the Avonlea students gave up going home on Fridays and settled down to hard work. By this time all the Queen s scholars had gravitated into their own places in the ranks and the various classes had assumed distinct and settled shadings of individuality. Certain facts had become generally accepted. It was admitted that the medal contestants had practically narrowed down to three--Gilbert Blythe, Anne Shirley, and Lewis Wilson; the Avery scholarship was more doubtful, any one of a certain six being a possible winner. The bronze medal for mathematics was considered as good as won by a fat, funny little up-country boy with a bumpy forehead and a patched coat. Ruby Gillis was the handsomest girl of the year at the Academy; in the Second Year classes Stella Maynard carried off the palm for beauty, with small but critical minority in favor of Anne Shirley. Ethel Marr was admitted by all competent judges to have the most stylish modes of hair-dressing, and Jane Andrews--plain, plodding, conscientious Jane--carried off the honors in the domestic science course. Even Josie Pye attained a certain preeminence as the sharpest- tongued young lady in attendance at Queen s. So it may be fairly stated that Miss Stacy s old pupil s held their own in the wider arena of the academical course. Anne worked hard and steadily. Her rivalry with Gilbert was as intense as it had ever been in Avonlea school, although it was not known in the class at large, but somehow the bitterness had gone out of it. Anne no longer wished to win for the sake of defeating Gilbert; rather, for the proud consciousness of a well-won victory over a worthy foeman. It would be worth while to win, but she no longer thought life would be insupportable if she did not. In spite of lessons the students found opportunities for pleasant times. Anne spent many of her spare hours at Beechwood and generally ate her Sunday dinners there and went to church with Miss Barry. The latter was, as she admitted, growing old, but her black eyes were not dim nor the vigor of her tongue in the least abated. But she never sharpened the latter on Anne, who continued to be a prime favorite with the critical old lady. "That Anne-girl improves all the time," she said. "I get tired of other girls--there is such a provoking and eternal sameness about them. Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts. I don t know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them." Then, almost before anybody realized it, spring had come; out in Avonlea the Mayflowers were peeping pinkly out on the sere barrens where snow-wreaths lingered; and the "mist of green" was on the woods and in the valleys. But in Charlottetown harassed Queen s students thought and talked only of examinations. "It doesn t seem possible that the term is nearly over," said Anne. "Why, last fall it seemed so long to look forward to--a whole winter of studies and classes. And here we are, with the exams looming up next week. Girls, sometimes I feel as if those exams meant everything, but when I look at the big buds swelling on those chestnut trees and the misty blue air at the end of the streets they don t seem half so important." Jane and Ruby and Josie, who had dropped in, did not take this view of it. To them the coming examinations were constantly very important indeed--far more important than chestnut buds or Maytime hazes. It was all very well for Anne, who was sure of passing at least, to have her moments of belittling them, but when your whole future depended on them--as the girls truly thought theirs did-- you could not regard them philosophically. "I ve lost seven pounds in the last two weeks," sighed Jane. "It s no use to say don t worry. I WILL worry. Worrying helps you some--it seems as if you were doing something when you re worrying. It would be dreadful if I failed to get my license after going to Queen s all winter and spending so much money." "_I_ don t care," said Josie Pye. "If I don t pass this year I m coming back next. My father can afford to send me. Anne, Frank Stockley says that Professor Tremaine said Gilbert Blythe was sure to get the medal and that Emily Clay would likely win the Avery scholarship." "That may make me feel badly tomorrow, Josie," laughed Anne, "but just now I honestly feel that as long as I know the violets are coming out all purple down in the hollow below Green Gables and that little ferns are poking their heads up in Lovers Lane, it s not a great deal of difference whether I win the Avery or not. I ve done my best and I begin to understand what is meant by the `joy of the strife. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing. Girls, don t talk about exams! Look at that arch of pale green sky over those houses and picture to yourself what it must look like over the purply-dark beech-woods back of Avonlea." "What are you going to wear for commencement, Jane?" asked Ruby practically. Jane and Josie both answered at once and the chatter drifted into a side eddy of fashions. But Anne, with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth s own optimism. All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years--each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet. CHAPTER XXXIV UP CHAPTER XXXVI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 16 38 (Tue)
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CHAPTER V UP CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VI Marilla Makes Up Her Mind Get there they did, however, in due season. Mrs. Spencer lived in a big yellow house at White Sands Cove, and she came to the door with surprise and welcome mingled on her benevolent face. "Dear, dear," she exclaimed, "you re the last folks I was looking for today, but I m real glad to see you. You ll put your horse in? And how are you, Anne?" "I m as well as can be expected, thank you," said Anne smilelessly. A blight seemed to have descended on her. "I suppose we ll stay a little while to rest the mare," said Marilla, "but I promised Matthew I d be home early. The fact is, Mrs. Spencer, there s been a queer mistake somewhere, and I ve come over to see where it is. We send word, Matthew and I, for you to bring us a boy from the asylum. We told your brother Robert to tell you we wanted a boy ten or eleven years old." "Marilla Cuthbert, you don t say so!" said Mrs. Spencer in distress. "Why, Robert sent word down by his daughter Nancy and she said you wanted a girl--didn t she Flora Jane?" appealing to her daughter who had come out to the steps. "She certainly did, Miss Cuthbert," corroborated Flora Jane earnestly. "I m dreadful sorry," said Mrs. Spencer. "It s too bad; but it certainly wasn t my fault, you see, Miss Cuthbert. I did the best I could and I thought I was following your instructions. Nancy is a terrible flighty thing. I ve often had to scold her well for her heedlessness." "It was our own fault," said Marilla resignedly. "We should have come to you ourselves and not left an important message to be passed along by word of mouth in that fashion. Anyhow, the mistake has been made and the only thing to do is to set it right. Can we send the child back to the asylum? I suppose they ll take her back, won t they?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Spencer thoughtfully, "but I don t think it will be necessary to send her back. Mrs. Peter Blewett was up here yesterday, and she was saying to me how much she wished she d sent by me for a little girl to help her. Mrs. Peter has a large family, you know, and she finds it hard to get help. Anne will be the very girl for you. I call it positively providential." Marilla did not look as if she thought Providence had much to do with the matter. Here was an unexpectedly good chance to get this unwelcome orphan off her hands, and she did not even feel grateful for it. She knew Mrs. Peter Blewett only by sight as a small, shrewish-faced woman without an ounce of superfluous flesh on her bones. But she had heard of her. "A terrible worker and driver," Mrs. Peter was said to be; and discharged servant girls told fearsome tales of her temper and stinginess, and her family of pert, quarrelsome children. Marilla felt a qualm of conscience at the thought of handing Anne over to her tender mercies. "Well, I ll go in and we ll talk the matter over," she said. "And if there isn t Mrs. Peter coming up the lane this blessed minute!" exclaimed Mrs. Spencer, bustling her guests through the hall into the parlor, where a deadly chill struck on them as if the air had been strained so long through dark green, closely drawn blinds that it had lost every particle of warmth it had ever possessed. "That is real lucky, for we can settle the matter right away. Take the armchair, Miss Cuthbert. Anne, you sit here on the ottoman and don t wiggle. Let me take your hats. Flora Jane, go out and put the kettle on. Good afternoon, Mrs. Blewett. We were just saying how fortunate it was you happened along. Let me introduce you two ladies. Mrs. Blewett, Miss Cuthbert. Please excuse me for just a moment. I forgot to tell Flora Jane to take the buns out of the oven." Mrs. Spencer whisked away, after pulling up the blinds. Anne sitting mutely on the ottoman, with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, stared at Mrs Blewett as one fascinated. Was she to be given into the keeping of this sharp-faced, sharp-eyed woman? She felt a lump coming up in her throat and her eyes smarted painfully. She was beginning to be afraid she couldn t keep the tears back when Mrs. Spencer returned, flushed and beaming, quite capable of taking any and every difficulty, physical, mental or spiritual, into consideration and settling it out of hand. "It seems there s been a mistake about this little girl, Mrs. Blewett," she said. "I was under the impression that Mr. and Miss Cuthbert wanted a little girl to adopt. I was certainly told so. But it seems it was a boy they wanted. So if you re still of the same mind you were yesterday, I think she ll be just the thing for you." Mrs. Blewett darted her eyes over Anne from head to foot. "How old are you and what s your name?" she demanded. "Anne Shirley," faltered the shrinking child, not daring to make any stipulations regarding the spelling thereof, "and I m eleven years old." "Humph! You don t look as if there was much to you. But you re wiry. I don t know but the wiry ones are the best after all. Well, if I take you you ll have to be a good girl, you know--good and smart and respectful. I ll expect you to earn your keep, and no mistake about that. Yes, I suppose I might as well take her off your hands, Miss Cuthbert. The baby s awful fractious, and I m clean worn out attending to him. If you like I can take her right home now." Marilla looked at Anne and softened at sight of the child s pale face with its look of mute misery--the misery of a helpless little creature who finds itself once more caught in the trap from which it had escaped. Marilla felt an uncomfortable conviction that, if she denied the appeal of that look, it would haunt her to her dying day. More- over, she did not fancy Mrs. Blewett. To hand a sensitive, "highstrung" child over to such a woman! No, she could not take the responsibility of doing that! "Well, I don t know," she said slowly. "I didn t say that Matthew and I had absolutely decided that we wouldn t keep her. In fact I may say that Matthew is disposed to keep her. I just came over to find out how the mistake had occurred. I think I d better take her home again and talk it over with Matthew. I feel that I oughtn t to decide on anything without consulting him. If we make up our mind not to keep her we ll bring or send her over to you tomorrow night. If we don t you may know that she is going to stay with us. Will that suit you, Mrs. Blewett?" "I suppose it ll have to," said Mrs. Blewett ungraciously. During Marilla s speech a sunrise had been dawning on Anne s face. First the look of despair faded out; then came a faint flush of hope; here eyes grew deep and bright as morning stars. The child was quite transfigured; and, a moment later, when Mrs. Spencer and Mrs. Blewett went out in quest of a recipe the latter had come to borrow she sprang up and flew across the room to Marilla. "Oh, Miss Cuthbert, did you really say that perhaps you would let me stay at Green Gables?" she said, in a breathless whisper, as if speaking aloud might shatter the glorious possibility. "Did you really say it? Or did I only imagine that you did?" "I think you d better learn to control that imagination of yours, Anne, if you can t distinguish between what is real and what isn t," said Marilla crossly. "Yes, you did hear me say just that and no more. It isn t decided yet and perhaps we will conclude to let Mrs. Blewett take you after all. She certainly needs you much more than I do." "I d rather go back to the asylum than go to live with her," said Anne passionately. "She looks exactly like a--like a gimlet." Marilla smothered a smile under the conviction that Anne must be reproved for such a speech. "A little girl like you should be ashamed of talking so about a lady and a stranger," she said severely. "Go back and sit down quietly and hold your tongue and behave as a good girl should." "I ll try to do and be anything you want me, if you ll only keep me," said Anne, returning meekly to her ottoman. When they arrived back at Green Gables that evening Matthew met them in the lane. Marilla from afar had noted him prowling along it and guessed his motive. She was prepared for the relief she read in his face when he saw that she had at least brought back Anne back with her. But she said nothing, to him, relative to the affair, until they were both out in the yard behind the barn milking the cows. Then she briefly told him Anne s history and the result of the interview with Mrs. Spencer. "I wouldn t give a dog I liked to that Blewett woman," said Matthew with unusual vim. "I don t fancy her style myself," admitted Marilla, "but it s that or keeping her ourselves, Matthew. And since you seem to want her, I suppose I m willing--or have to be. I ve been thinking over the idea until I ve got kind of used to it. It seems a sort of duty. I ve never brought up a child, especially a girl, and I dare say I ll make a terrible mess of it. But I ll do my best. So far as I m concerned, Matthew, she may stay." Matthew s shy face was a glow of delight. "Well now, I reckoned you d come to see it in that light, Marilla," he said. "She s such an interesting little thing." "It d be more to the point if you could say she was a useful little thing," retorted Marilla, "but I ll make it my business to see she s trained to be that. And mind, Matthew, you re not to go interfering with my methods. Perhaps an old maid doesn t know much about bringing up a child, but I guess she knows more than an old bachelor. So you just leave me to manage her. When I fail it ll be time enough to put your oar in." "There, there, Marilla, you can have your own way," said Matthew reassuringly. "Only be as good and kind to her as you can without spoiling her. I kind of think she s one of the sort you can do anything with if you only get her to love you." Marilla sniffed, to express her contempt for Matthew s opinions concerning anything feminine, and walked off to the dairy with the pails. "I won t tell her tonight that she can stay," she reflected, as she strained the milk into the creamers. "She d be so excited that she wouldn t sleep a wink. Marilla Cuthbert, you re fairly in for it. Did you ever suppose you d see the day when you d be adopting an orphan girl? It s surprising enough; but not so surprising as that Matthew should be at the bottom of it, him that always seemed to have such a mortal dread of little girls. Anyhow, we ve decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it." CHAPTER V UP CHAPTER VII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 04 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 31 34 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XIV UP CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot "What a splendid day!" said Anne, drawing a long breath. "Isn t it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren t born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one. And it s splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by, isn t it?" "It s a lot nicer than going round by the road; that is so dusty and hot," said Diana practically, peeping into her dinner basket and mentally calculating if the three juicy, toothsome, raspberry tarts reposing there were divided among ten girls how many bites each girl would have. The little girls of Avonlea school always pooled their lunches, and to eat three raspberry tarts all alone or even to share them only with one s best chum would have forever and ever branded as "awful mean" the girl who did it. And yet, when the tarts were divided among ten girls you just got enough to tantalize you. The way Anne and Diana went to school WAS a pretty one. Anne thought those walks to and from school with Diana couldn t be improved upon even by imagination. Going around by the main road would have been so unromantic; but to go by Lover s Lane and Willowmere and Violet Vale and the Birch Path was romantic, if ever anything was. Lover s Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and stretched far up into the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm. It was the way by which the cows were taken to the back pasture and the wood hauled home in winter. Anne had named it Lover s Lane before she had been a month at Green Gables. "Not that lovers ever really walk there," she explained to Marilla, "but Diana and I are reading a perfectly magnificent book and there s a Lover s Lane in it. So we want to have one, too. And it s a very pretty name, don t you think? So romantic! We can t imagine the lovers into it, you know. I like that lane because you can think out loud there without people calling you crazy." Anne, starting out alone in the morning, went down Lover s Lane as far as the brook. Here Diana met her, and the two little girls went on up the lane under the leafy arch of maples--"maples are such sociable trees," said Anne; "they re always rustling and whispering to you"--until they came to a rustic bridge. Then they left the lane and walked through Mr. Barry s back field and past Willowmere. Beyond Willowmere came Violet Vale--a little green dimple in the shadow of Mr. Andrew Bell s big woods. "Of course there are no violets there now," Anne told Marilla, "but Diana says there are millions of them in spring. Oh, Marilla, can t you just imagine you see them? It actually takes away my breath. I named it Violet Vale. Diana says she never saw the beat of me for hitting on fancy names for places. It s nice to be clever at something, isn t it? But Diana named the Birch Path. She wanted to, so I let her; but I m sure I could have found something more poetical than plain Birch Path. Anybody can think of a name like that. But the Birch Path is one of the prettiest places in the world, Marilla." It was. Other people besides Anne thought so when they stumbled on it. It was a little narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill straight through Mr. Bell s woods, where the light came down sifted through so many emerald screens that it was as flawless as the heart of a diamond. It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white stemmed and lissom boughed; ferns and starflowers and wild lilies-of-the-valley and scarlet tufts of pigeonberries grew thickly along it; and always there was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees overhead. Now and then you might see a rabbit skipping across the road if you were quiet--which, with Anne and Diana, happened about once in a blue moon. Down in the valley the path came out to the main road and then it was just up the spruce hill to the school. The Avonlea school was a whitewashed building, low in the eaves and wide in the windows, furnished inside with comfortable substantial old-fashioned desks that opened and shut, and were carved all over their lids with the initials and hieroglyphics of three generations of school children. The schoolhouse was set back from the road and behind it was a dusky fir wood and a brook where all the children put their bottles of milk in the morning to keep cool and sweet until dinner hour. Marilla had seen Anne start off to school on the first day of September with many secret misgivings. Anne was such an odd girl. How would she get on with the other children? And how on earth would she ever manage to hold her tongue during school hours? Things went better than Marilla feared, however. Anne came home that evening in high spirits. "I think I m going to like school here," she announced. "I don t think much of the master, through. He s all the time curling his mustache and making eyes at Prissy Andrews. Prissy is grown up, you know. She s sixteen and she s studying for the entrance examination into Queen s Academy at Charlottetown next year. Tillie Boulter says the master is DEAD GONE on her. She s got a beautiful complexion and curly brown hair and she does it up so elegantly. She sits in the long seat at the back and he sits there, too, most of the time--to explain her lessons, he says. But Ruby Gillis says she saw him writing something on her slate and when Prissy read it she blushed as red as a beet and giggled; and Ruby Gillis says she doesn t believe it had anything to do with the lesson." "Anne Shirley, don t let me hear you talking about your teacher in that way again," said Marilla sharply. "You don t go to school to criticize the master. I guess he can teach YOU something, and it s your business to learn. And I want you to understand right off that you are not to come home telling tales about him. That is something I won t encourage. I hope you were a good girl." "Indeed I was," said Anne comfortably. "It wasn t so hard as you might imagine, either. I sit with Diana. Our seat is right by the window and we can look down to the Lake of Shining Waters. There are a lot of nice girls in school and we had scrumptious fun playing at dinnertime. It s so nice to have a lot of little girls to play with. But of course I like Diana best and always will. I ADORE Diana. I m dreadfully far behind the others. They re all in the fifth book and I m only in the fourth. I feel that it s kind of a disgrace. But there s not one of them has such an imagination as I have and I soon found that out. We had reading and geography and Canadian history and dictation today. Mr. Phillips said my spelling was disgraceful and he held up my slate so that everybody could see it, all marked over. I felt so mortified, Marilla; he might have been politer to a stranger, I think. Ruby Gillis gave me an apple and Sophia Sloane lent me a lovely pink card with `May I see you home? on it. I m to give it back to her tomorrow. And Tillie Boulter let me wear her bead ring all the afternoon. Can I have some of those pearl beads off the old pincushion in the garret to make myself a ring? And oh, Marilla, Jane Andrews told me that Minnie MacPherson told her that she heard Prissy Andrews tell Sara Gillis that I had a very pretty nose. Marilla, that is the first compliment I have ever had in my life and you can t imagine what a strange feeling it gave me. Marilla, have I really a pretty nose? I know you ll tell me the truth." "Your nose is well enough," said Marilla shortly. Secretly she thought Anne s nose was a remarkable pretty one; but she had no intention of telling her so. That was three weeks ago and all had gone smoothly so far. And now, this crisp September morning, Anne and Diana were tripping blithely down the Birch Path, two of the happiest little girls in Avonlea. "I guess Gilbert Blythe will be in school today," said Diana. "He s been visiting his cousins over in New Brunswick all summer and he only came home Saturday night. He s AW FLY handsome, Anne. And he teases the girls something terrible. He just torments our lives out." Diana s voice indicated that she rather liked having her life tormented out than not. "Gilbert Blythe?" said Anne. "Isn t his name that s written up on the porch wall with Julia Bell s and a big `Take Notice over them?" "Yes," said Diana, tossing her head, "but I m sure he doesn t like Julia Bell so very much. I ve heard him say he studied the multiplication table by her freckles." "Oh, don t speak about freckles to me," implored Anne. "It isn t delicate when I ve got so many. But I do think that writing take-notices up on the wall about the boys and girls is the silliest ever. I should just like to see anybody dare to write my name up with a boy s. Not, of course," she hastened to add, "that anybody would." Anne sighed. She didn t want her name written up. But it was a little humiliating to know that there was no danger of it. "Nonsense," said Diana, whose black eyes and glossy tresses had played such havoc with the hearts of Avonlea schoolboys that her name figured on the porch walls in half a dozen take-notices. "It s only meant as a joke. And don t you be too sure your name won t ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother--his MOTHER, mind you--that you were the smartest girl in school. That s better than being good looking." "No, it isn t," said Anne, feminine to the core. "I d rather be pretty than clever. And I hate Charlie Sloane, I can t bear a boy with goggle eyes. If anyone wrote my name up with his I d never GET over it, Diana Barry. But it IS nice to keep head of your class." "You ll have Gilbert in your class after this," said Diana, "and he s used to being head of his class, I can tell you. He s only in the fourth book although he s nearly fourteen. Four years ago his father was sick and had to go out to Alberta for his health and Gilbert went with him. They were there three years and Gil didn t go to school hardly any until they came back. You won t find it so easy to keep head after this, Anne." "I m glad," said Anne quickly. "I couldn t really feel proud of keeping head of little boys and girls of just nine or ten. I got up yesterday spelling `ebullition. Josie Pye was head and, mind you, she peeped in her book. Mr. Phillips didn t see her--he was looking at Prissy Andrews--but I did. I just swept her a look of freezing scorn and she got as red as a beet and spelled it wrong after all." "Those Pye girls are cheats all round," said Diana indignantly, as they climbed the fence of the main road. "Gertie Pye actually went and put her milk bottle in my place in the brook yesterday. Did you ever? I don t speak to her now." When Mr. Phillips was in the back of the room hearing Prissy Andrews s Latin, Diana whispered to Anne, "That s Gilbert Blythe sitting right across the aisle from you, Anne. Just look at him and see if you don t think he s handsome." Anne looked accordingly. She had a good chance to do so, for the said Gilbert Blythe was absorbed in stealthily pinning the long yellow braid of Ruby Gillis, who sat in front of him, to the back of her seat. He was a tall boy, with curly brown hair, roguish hazel eyes, and a mouth twisted into a teasing smile. Presently Ruby Gillis started up to take a sum to the master; she fell back into her seat with a little shriek, believing that her hair was pulled out by the roots. Everybody looked at her and Mr. Phillips glared so sternly that Ruby began to cry. Gilbert had whisked the pin out of sight and was studying his history with the soberest face in the world; but when the commotion subsided he looked at Anne and winked with inexpressible drollery. "I think your Gilbert Blythe IS handsome," confided Anne to Diana, "but I think he s very bold. It isn t good manners to wink at a strange girl." But it was not until the afternoon that things really began to happen. Mr. Phillips was back in the corner explaining a problem in algebra to Prissy Andrews and the rest of the scholars were doing pretty much as they pleased eating green apples, whispering, drawing pictures on their slates, and driving crickets harnessed to strings, up and down aisle. Gilbert Blythe was trying to make Anne Shirley look at him and failing utterly, because Anne was at that moment totally oblivious not only to the very existence of Gilbert Blythe, but of every other scholar in Avonlea school itself. With her chin propped on her hands and her eyes fixed on the blue glimpse of the Lake of Shining Waters that the west window afforded, she was far away in a gorgeous dreamland hearing and seeing nothing save her own wonderful visions. Gilbert Blythe wasn t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure. She SHOULD look at him, that red-haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that weren t like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school. Gilbert reached across the aisle, picked up the end of Anne s long red braid, held it out at arm s length and said in a piercing whisper "Carrots! Carrots!" Then Anne looked at him with a vengeance! She did more than look. She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into cureless ruin. She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched in equally angry tears. "You mean, hateful boy!" she exclaimed passionately. "How dare you!" And then--thwack! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert s head and cracked it--slate not head--clear across. Avonlea school always enjoyed a scene. This was an especially enjoyable one. Everybody said "Oh" in horrified delight. Diana gasped. Ruby Gillis, who was inclined to be hysterical, began to cry. Tommy Sloane let his team of crickets escape him altogether while he stared open-mouthed at the tableau. Mr. Phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily on Anne s shoulder. "Anne Shirley, what does this mean?" he said angrily. Anne returned no answer. It was asking too much of flesh and blood to expect her to tell before the whole school that she had been called "carrots." Gilbert it was who spoke up stoutly. "It was my fault Mr. Phillips. I teased her." Mr. Phillips paid no heed to Gilbert. "I am sorry to see a pupil of mine displaying such a temper and such a vindictive spirit," he said in a solemn tone, as if the mere fact of being a pupil of his ought to root out all evil passions from the hearts of small imperfect mortals. "Anne, go and stand on the platform in front of the blackboard for the rest of the afternoon." Anne would have infinitely preferred a whipping to this punishment under which her sensitive spirit quivered as from a whiplash. With a white, set face she obeyed. Mr. Phillips took a chalk crayon and wrote on the blackboard above her head. "Ann Shirley has a very bad temper. Ann Shirley must learn to control her temper," and then read it out loud so that even the primer class, who couldn t read writing, should understand it. Anne stood there the rest of the afternoon with that legend above her. She did not cry or hang her head. Anger was still too hot in her heart for that and it sustained her amid all her agony of humiliation. With resentful eyes and passion-red cheeks she confronted alike Diana s sympathetic gaze and Charlie Sloane s indignant nods and Josie Pye s malicious smiles. As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him. She would NEVER look at him again! She would never speak to him!! When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door. "I m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne," he whispered contritely. "Honest I am. Don t be mad for keeps, now." Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. "Oh how could you, Anne?" breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly. Diana felt that SHE could never have resisted Gilbert s plea. "I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly. "And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an e, too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana." Diana hadn t the least idea what Anne meant but she understood it was something terrible. "You mustn t mind Gilbert making fun of your hair," she said soothingly. "Why, he makes fun of all the girls. He laughs at mine because it s so black. He s called me a crow a dozen times; and I never heard him apologize for anything before, either." "There s a great deal of difference between being called a crow and being called carrots," said Anne with dignity. "Gilbert Blythe has hurt my feelings EXCRUCIATINGLY, Diana." It is possible the matter might have blown over without more excruciation if nothing else had happened. But when things begin to happen they are apt to keep on. Avonlea scholars often spent noon hour picking gum in Mr. Bell s spruce grove over the hill and across his big pasture field. From there they could keep an eye on Eben Wright s house, where the master boarded. When they saw Mr. Phillips emerging therefrom they ran for the schoolhouse; but the distance being about three times longer than Mr. Wright s lane they were very apt to arrive there, breathless and gasping, some three minutes too late. On the following day Mr. Phillips was seized with one of his spasmodic fits of reform and announced before going home to dinner, that he should expect to find all the scholars in their seats when he returned. Anyone who came in late would be punished. All the boys and some of the girls went to Mr. Bell s spruce grove as usual, fully intending to stay only long enough to "pick a chew." But spruce groves are seductive and yellow nuts of gum beguiling; they picked and loitered and strayed; and as usual the first thing that recalled them to a sense of the flight of time was Jimmy Glover shouting from the top of a patriarchal old spruce "Master s coming." The girls who were on the ground, started first and managed to reach the schoolhouse in time but without a second to spare. The boys, who had to wriggle hastily down from the trees, were later; and Anne, who had not been picking gum at all but was wandering happily in the far end of the grove, waist deep among the bracken, singing softly to herself, with a wreath of rice lilies on her hair as if she were some wild divinity of the shadowy places, was latest of all. Anne could run like a deer, however; run she did with the impish result that she overtook the boys at the door and was swept into the schoolhouse among them just as Mr. Phillips was in the act of hanging up his hat. Mr. Phillips s brief reforming energy was over; he didn t want the bother of punishing a dozen pupils; but it was necessary to do something to save his word, so he looked about for a scapegoat and found it in Anne, who had dropped into her seat, gasping for breath, with a forgotten lily wreath hanging askew over one ear and giving her a particularly rakish and disheveled appearance. "Anne Shirley, since you seem to be so fond of the boys company we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon," he said sarcastically. "Take those flowers out of your hair and sit with Gilbert Blythe." The other boys snickered. Diana, turning pale with pity, plucked the wreath from Anne s hair and squeezed her hand. Anne stared at the master as if turned to stone. "Did you hear what I said, Anne?" queried Mr. Phillips sternly. "Yes, sir," said Anne slowly "but I didn t suppose you really meant it." "I assure you I did"--still with the sarcastic inflection which all the children, and Anne especially, hated. It flicked on the raw. "Obey me at once." For a moment Anne looked as if she meant to disobey. Then, realizing that there was no help for it, she rose haughtily, stepped across the aisle, sat down beside Gilbert Blythe, and buried her face in her arms on the desk. Ruby Gillis, who got a glimpse of it as it went down, told the others going home from school that she d "acksually never seen anything like it--it was so white, with awful little red spots in it." To Anne, this was as the end of all things. It was bad enough to be singled out for punishment from among a dozen equally guilty ones; it was worse still to be sent to sit with a boy, but that that boy should be Gilbert Blythe was heaping insult on injury to a degree utterly unbearable. Anne felt that she could not bear it and it would be of no use to try. Her whole being seethed with shame and anger and humiliation. At first the other scholars looked and whispered and giggled and nudged. But as Anne never lifted her head and as Gilbert worked fractions as if his whole soul was absorbed in them and them only, they soon returned to their own tasks and Anne was forgotten. When Mr. Phillips called the history class out Anne should have gone, but Anne did not move, and Mr. Phillips, who had been writing some verses "To Priscilla" before he called the class, was thinking about an obstinate rhyme still and never missed her. Once, when nobody was looking, Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, "You are sweet," and slipped it under the curve of Anne s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert. When school went out Anne marched to her desk, ostentatiously took out everything therein, books and writing tablet, pen and ink, testament and arithmetic, and piled them neatly on her cracked slate. "What are you taking all those things home for, Anne?" Diana wanted to know, as soon as they were out on the road. She had not dared to ask the question before. "I am not coming back to school any more," said Anne. Diana gasped and stared at Anne to see if she meant it. "Will Marilla let you stay home?" she asked. "She ll have to," said Anne. "I ll NEVER go to school to that man again." "Oh, Anne!" Diana looked as if she were ready to cry. "I do think you re mean. What shall I do? Mr. Phillips will make me sit with that horrid Gertie Pye--I know he will because she is sitting alone. Do come back, Anne." "I d do almost anything in the world for you, Diana," said Anne sadly. "I d let myself be torn limb from limb if it would do you any good. But I can t do this, so please don t ask it. You harrow up my very soul." "Just think of all the fun you will miss," mourned Diana. "We are going to build the loveliest new house down by the brook; and we ll be playing ball next week and you ve never played ball, Anne. It s tremendously exciting. And we re going to learn a new song-- Jane Andrews is practicing it up now; and Alice Andrews is going to bring a new Pansy book next week and we re all going to read it out loud, chapter about, down by the brook. And you know you are so fond of reading out loud, Anne." Nothing moved Anne in the least. Her mind was made up. She would not go to school to Mr. Phillips again; she told Marilla so when she got home. "Nonsense," said Marilla. "It isn t nonsense at all," said Anne, gazing at Marilla with solemn, reproachful eyes. "Don t you understand, Marilla? I ve been insulted." "Insulted fiddlesticks! You ll go to school tomorrow as usual." "Oh, no." Anne shook her head gently. "I m not going back, Marilla. I ll learn my lessons at home and I ll be as good as I can be and hold my tongue all the time if it s possible at all. But I will not go back to school, I assure you." Marilla saw something remarkably like unyielding stubbornness looking out of Anne s small face. She understood that she would have trouble in overcoming it; but she re-solved wisely to say nothing more just then. "I ll run down and see Rachel about it this evening," she thought. "There s no use reasoning with Anne now. She s too worked up and I ve an idea she can be awful stubborn if she takes the notion. Far as I can make out from her story, Mr. Phillips has been carrying matters with a rather high hand. But it would never do to say so to her. I ll just talk it over with Rachel. She s sent ten children to school and she ought to know something about it. She ll have heard the whole story, too, by this time." Marilla found Mrs. Lynde knitting quilts as industriously and cheerfully as usual. "I suppose you know what I ve come about," she said, a little shamefacedly. Mrs. Rachel nodded. "About Anne s fuss in school, I reckon," she said. "Tillie Boulter was in on her way home from school and told me about it." "I don t know what to do with her," said Marilla. "She declares she won t go back to school. I never saw a child so worked up. I ve been expecting trouble ever since she started to school. I knew things were going too smooth to last. She s so high strung. What would you advise, Rachel?" "Well, since you ve asked my advice, Marilla," said Mrs. Lynde amiably--Mrs. Lynde dearly loved to be asked for advice--"I d just humor her a little at first, that s what I d do. It s my belief that Mr. Phillips was in the wrong. Of course, it doesn t do to say so to the children, you know. And of course he did right to punish her yesterday for giving way to temper. But today it was different. The others who were late should have been punished as well as Anne, that s what. And I don t believe in making the girls sit with the boys for punishment. It isn t modest. Tillie Boulter was real indignant. She took Anne s part right through and said all the scholars did too. Anne seems real popular among them, somehow. I never thought she d take with them so well." "Then you really think I d better let her stay home," said Marilla in amazement. "Yes. That is I wouldn t say school to her again until she said it herself. Depend upon it, Marilla, she ll cool off in a week or so and be ready enough to go back of her own accord, that s what, while, if you were to make her go back right off, dear knows what freak or tantrum she d take next and make more trouble than ever. The less fuss made the better, in my opinion. She won t miss much by not going to school, as far as THAT goes. Mr. Phillips isn t any good at all as a teacher. The order he keeps is scandalous, that s what, and he neglects the young fry and puts all his time on those big scholars he s getting ready for Queen s. He d never have got the school for another year if his uncle hadn t been a trustee--THE trustee, for he just leads the other two around by the nose, that s what. I declare, I don t know what education in this Island is coming to." Mrs. Rachel shook her head, as much as to say if she were only at the head of the educational system of the Province things would be much better managed. Marilla took Mrs. Rachel s advice and not another word was said to Anne about going back to school. She learned her lessons at home, did her chores, and played with Diana in the chilly purple autumn twilights; but when she met Gilbert Blythe on the road or encountered him in Sunday school she passed him by with an icy contempt that was no whit thawed by his evident desire to appease her. Even Diana s efforts as a peacemaker were of no avail. Anne had evidently made up her mind to hate Gilbert Blythe to the end of life. As much as she hated Gilbert, however, did she love Diana, with all the love of her passionate little heart, equally intense in its likes and dislikes. One evening Marilla, coming in from the orchard with a basket of apples, found Anne sitting along by the east window in the twilight, crying bitterly. "Whatever s the matter now, Anne?" she asked. "It s about Diana," sobbed Anne luxuriously. "I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband--I just hate him furiously. I ve been imagining it all out--the wedding and everything--Diana dressed in snowy garments, with a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then bidding Diana goodbye-e-e--" Here Anne broke down entirely and wept with increasing bitterness. Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face; but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter that Matthew, crossing the yard outside, halted in amazement. When had he heard Marilla laugh like that before? "Well, Anne Shirley," said Marilla as soon as she could speak, "if you must borrow trouble, for pity s sake borrow it handier home. I should think you had an imagination, sure enough." CHAPTER XIV UP CHAPTER XVI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 24 51 (Tue)
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CHAPTER XXXV UP CHAPTER XXXVII CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream On the morning when the final results of all the examinations were to be posted on the bulletin board at Queen s, Anne and Jane walked down the street together. Jane was smiling and happy; examinations were over and she was comfortably sure she had made a pass at least; further considerations troubled Jane not at all; she had no soaring ambitions and consequently was not affected with the unrest attendant thereon. For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement. Anne was pale and quiet; in ten more minutes she would know who had won the medal and who the Avery. Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then, to be anything worth being called Time. "Of course you ll win one of them anyhow," said Jane, who couldn t understand how the faculty could be so unfair as to order it otherwise. "I have not hope of the Avery," said Anne. "Everybody says Emily Clay will win it. And I m not going to march up to that bulletin board and look at it before everybody. I haven t the moral courage. I m going straight to the girls dressing room. You must read the announcements and then come and tell me, Jane. And I implore you in the name of our old friendship to do it as quickly as possible. If I have failed just say so, without trying to break it gently; and whatever you do DON T sympathize with me. Promise me this, Jane." Jane promised solemnly; but, as it happened, there was no necessity for such a promise. When they went up the entrance steps of Queen s they found the hall full of boys who were carrying Gilbert Blythe around on their shoulders and yelling at the tops of their voices, "Hurrah for Blythe, Medalist!" For a moment Anne felt one sickening pang of defeat and disappointment. So she had failed and Gilbert had won! Well, Matthew would be sorry--he had been so sure she would win. And then! Somebody called out "Three cheers for Miss Shirley, winner of the Avery!" "Oh, Anne," gasped Jane, as they fled to the girls dressing room amid hearty cheers. "Oh, Anne I m so proud! Isn t it splendid?" And then the girls were around them and Anne was the center of a laughing, congratulating group. Her shoulders were thumped and her hands shaken vigorously. She was pushed and pulled and hugged and among it all she managed to whisper to Jane "Oh, won t Matthew and Marilla be pleased! I must write the news home right away." Commencement was the next important happening. The exercises were held in the big assembly hall of the Academy. Addresses were given, essays read, songs sung, the public award of diplomas, prizes and medals made. Matthew and Marilla were there, with eyes and ears for only one student on the platform--a tall girl in pale green, with faintly flushed cheeks and starry eyes, who read the best essay and was pointed out and whispered about as the Avery winner. "Reckon you re glad we kept her, Marilla?" whispered Matthew, speaking for the first time since he had entered the hall, when Anne had finished her essay. "It s not the first time I ve been glad," retorted Marilla. "You do like to rub things in, Matthew Cuthbert." Miss Barry, who was sitting behind them, leaned forward and poked Marilla in the back with her parasol. "Aren t you proud of that Anne-girl? I am," she said. Anne went home to Avonlea with Matthew and Marilla that evening. She had not been home since April and she felt that she could not wait another day. The apple blossoms were out and the world was fresh and young. Diana was at Green Gables to meet her. In her own white room, where Marilla had set a flowering house rose on the window sill, Anne looked about her and drew a long breath of happiness. "Oh, Diana, it s so good to be back again. It s so good to see those pointed firs coming out against the pink sky-- and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn t the breath of the mint delicious? And that tea rose--why, it s a song and a hope and a prayer all in one. And it s GOOD to see you again, Diana!" "I thought you liked that Stella Maynard better than me," said Diana reproachfully. "Josie Pye told me you did. Josie said you were INFATUATED with her." Anne laughed and pelted Diana with the faded "June lilies" of her bouquet. "Stella Maynard is the dearest girl in the world except one and you are that one, Diana," she said. "I love you more than ever--and I ve so many things to tell you. But just now I feel as if it were joy enough to sit here and look at you. I m tired, I think--tired of being studious and ambitious. I mean to spend at least two hours tomorrow lying out in the orchard grass, thinking of absolutely nothing." "You ve done splendidly, Anne. I suppose you won t be teaching now that you ve won the Avery?" "No. I m going to Redmond in September. Doesn t it seem wonderful? I ll have a brand new stock of ambition laid in by that time after three glorious, golden months of vacation. Jane and Ruby are going to teach. Isn t it splendid to think we all got through even to Moody Spurgeon and Josie Pye?" "The Newbridge trustees have offered Jane their school already," said Diana. "Gilbert Blythe is going to teach, too. He has to. His father can t afford to send him to college next year, after all, so he means to earn his own way through. I expect he ll get the school here if Miss Ames decides to leave." Anne felt a queer little sensation of dismayed surprise. She had not known this; she had expected that Gilbert would be going to Redmond also. What would she do without their inspiring rivalry? Would not work, even at a coeducational college with a real degree in prospect, be rather flat without her friend the enemy? The next morning at breakfast it suddenly struck Anne that Matthew was not looking well. Surely he was much grayer than he had been a year before. "Marilla," she said hesitatingly when he had gone out, "is Matthew quite well?" "No, he isn t," said Marilla in a troubled tone. "He s had some real bad spells with his heart this spring and he won t spare himself a mite. I ve been real worried about him, but he s some better this while back and we ve got a good hired man, so I m hoping he ll kind of rest and pick up. Maybe he will now you re home. You always cheer him up." Anne leaned across the table and took Marilla s face in her hands. "You are not looking as well yourself as I d like to see you, Marilla. You look tired. I m afraid you ve been working too hard. You must take a rest, now that I m home. I m just going to take this one day off to visit all the dear old spots and hunt up my old dreams, and then it will be your turn to be lazy while I do the work." Marilla smiled affectionately at her girl. "It s not the work--it s my head. I ve got a pain so often now--behind my eyes. Doctor Spencer s been fussing with glasses, but they don t do me any good. There is a distinguished oculist coming to the Island the last of June and the doctor says I must see him. I guess I ll have to. I can t read or sew with any comfort now. Well, Anne, you ve done real well at Queen s I must say. To take First Class License in one year and win the Avery scholarship--well, well, Mrs. Lynde says pride goes before a fall and she doesn t believe in the higher education of women at all; she says it unfits them for woman s true sphere. I don t believe a word of it. Speaking of Rachel reminds me--did you hear anything about the Abbey Bank lately, Anne?" "I heard it was shaky," answered Anne. "Why?" "That is what Rachel said. She was up here one day last week and said there was some talk about it. Matthew felt real worried. All we have saved is in that bank--every penny. I wanted Matthew to put it in the Savings Bank in the first place, but old Mr. Abbey was a great friend of father s and he d always banked with him. Matthew said any bank with him at the head of it was good enough for anybody." "I think he has only been its nominal head for many years," said Anne. "He is a very old man; his nephews are really at the head of the institution." "Well, when Rachel told us that, I wanted Matthew to draw our money right out and he said he d think of it. But Mr. Russell told him yesterday that the bank was all right." Anne had her good day in the companionship of the outdoor world. She never forgot that day; it was so bright and golden and fair, so free from shadow and so lavish of blossom. Anne spent some of its rich hours in the orchard; she went to the Dryad s Bubble and Willowmere and Violet Vale; she called at the manse and had a satisfying talk with Mrs. Allan; and finally in the evening she went with Matthew for the cows, through Lovers Lane to the back pasture. The woods were all gloried through with sunset and the warm splendor of it streamed down through the hill gaps in the west. Matthew walked slowly with bent head; Anne, tall and erect, suited her springing step to his. "You ve been working too hard today, Matthew," she said reproachfully. "Why won t you take things easier?" "Well now, I can t seem to," said Matthew, as he opened the yard gate to let the cows through. "It s only that I m getting old, Anne, and keep forgetting it. Well, well, I ve always worked pretty hard and I d rather drop in harness." "If I had been the boy you sent for," said Anne wistfully, "I d be able to help you so much now and spare you in a hundred ways. I could find it in my heart to wish I had been, just for that." "Well now, I d rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne," said Matthew patting her hand. "Just mind you that-- rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn t a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl--my girl--my girl that I m proud of." He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. 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CHAPTER XXX UP CHAPTER XXXII CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet 「Where the Brook and River Meet」松本訳注第31章(1) p. 522参照 第31章 小川と河が出会うところ（松本訳） Anne had her "good" summer and enjoyed it wholeheartedly. She and Diana fairly lived outdoors, reveling in all the delights that Lover s Lane and the Dryad s Bubble and Willowmere and Victoria Island afforded. Marilla offered no objections to Anne s gypsyings. 「gypsyings」昨今のPCでは使えませんね、もう。PC Politically Correctness The Spencervale doctor who had come the night Minnie May had the croup met Anne at the house of a patient one afternoon early in vacation, looked her over sharply, screwed up his mouth, shook his head, and sent a message to Marilla Cuthbert by another person. It was "Keep that redheaded girl of yours in the open air all summer and don t let her read books until she gets more spring into her step." 「spring」ばね。でも、もちろん、春とも同じ単語。青春時代という意味もある。ということは、「もう少し、青春時代（というか思春期というか）に彼女の足取りを進める」というような意味あいが込められていたりするのではないか、と勘繰ってしまう。文法的には違うかもしれませんけど…… This message frightened Marilla wholesomely. She read Anne s death warrant by consumption in it unless it was scrupulously obeyed. As a result, Anne had the golden summer of her life as far as freedom and frolic went. She walked, rowed, berried, and dreamed to her heart s content; 「berried」動詞！プリンスエドワード島の夏には、どんなベリーの類が採れるんでしょう？松本訳では「スグリや木苺（ラズベリー）」となっています（p. 361） and when September came she was bright-eyed and alert, with a step that would have satisfied the Spencervale doctor and a heart full of ambition and zest once more. "I feel just like studying with might and main," 「with might and main」成句：全力を尽して。mightもmainも力。ニュアンスがちょっとわかりません…… Merrian-Webster On Lineによると、might = power (the power, energy, or intensity of which one is capable)、main = force (physical strength)ということなので、mightが湧きでる力で、mainは体力に近いのでしょうか she declared as she brought her books down from the attic. 「attic」はアンの部屋じゃなくて、別にある屋根裏部屋かもしれない、とここを読んで思いました "Oh, you good old friends, I m glad to see your honest faces once more--yes, even you, geometry. I ve had a perfectly beautiful summer, Marilla, and now I m rejoicing as a strong man to run a race, 「now I m rejoicing as a strong man to run a race」松本訳注第31章(2) p. 523参照 as Mr. Allan said last Sunday. Doesn t Mr. Allan preach magnificent sermons? Mrs. Lynde says he is improving every day and the first thing we know some city church will gobble him up 「gobble」がつがつ食う。なので、upが付くのね…… and then we ll be left and have to turn to and break in another green preacher. 「green」青二才、うぶな But I don t see the use of meeting trouble halfway, do you, Marilla? I think it would be better just to enjoy Mr. Allan while we have him. If I were a man I think I d be a minister. They can have such an influence for good, if their theology is sound; and it must be thrilling to preach splendid sermons and stir your hearers hearts. Why can t women be ministers, Marilla? 「Why can t women be ministers, Marilla?」松本訳注第31章(3) p. 523参照 I asked Mrs. Lynde that and she was shocked and said it would be a scandalous thing. She said there might be female ministers in the States and she believed there was, but thank goodness we hadn t got to that stage in Canada yet and she hoped we never would. But I don t see why. I think women would make splendid ministers. When there is a social to be got up or a church tea or anything else to raise money the women have to turn to and do the work. I m sure Mrs. Lynde can pray every bit as well as Superintendent Bell and I ve no doubt she could preach too with a little practice." "Yes, I believe she could," said Marilla dryly. "She does plenty of unofficial preaching as it is. Nobody has much of a chance to go wrong in Avonlea with Rachel to oversee them." 小川でさえも for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde s door without due regard for decency and decorum という第1章のはじめのパラグラフを思い出すCHAPTER I with impression Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised "Marilla," said Anne in a burst of confidence, "I want to tell you something and ask you what you think about it. It has worried me terribly--on Sunday afternoons, that is, when I think specially about such matters. I do really want to be good; and when I m with you or Mrs. Allan or Miss Stacy 「you」はっきり言いますねえ、アン I want it more than ever and I want to do just what would please you and what you would approve of. But mostly when I m with Mrs. Lynde I feel desperately wicked and as if I wanted to go and do the very thing she tells me I oughtn t to do. I feel irresistibly tempted to do it. Now, what do you think is the reason I feel like that? Do you think it s because I m really bad and unregenerate?" 「unregenerate」更生（改宗）しない；罪深い；強情な。これはbig wordではない？ Marilla looked dubious for a moment. Then she laughed. "If you are I guess I am too, Anne, for Rachel often has that very effect on me. I sometimes think she d have more of an influence for good, as you say yourself, if she didn t keep nagging people to do right. There should have been a special commandment against nagging. 「commandment」戒律 But there, I shouldn t talk so. Rachel is a good Christian woman and she means well. 「mean」重要である。こんな意味もあっただなんて…… There isn t a kinder soul in Avonlea 「kinder」= kind of やや、ちょっと、どちらかというと and she never shirks her share of work." "I m very glad you feel the same," said Anne decidedly. "It s so encouraging. I shan t worry so much over that after this. But I dare say there ll be other things to worry me. They keep coming up new all the time--things to perplex you, you know. 「perplex you, you know」はじめのyouは一般の人を指すyouで、後のyouは、そういうふうに解釈もできるでしょうけど、you knowで相槌の「ね」（関西なら「やんか」かしら？） You settle one question and there s another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you re beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what is right. It s a serious thing to grow up, isn t it, Marilla? But when I have such good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up successfully, and I m sure it will be my own fault if I don t. I feel it s a great responsibility because I have only the one chance. If I don t grow up right I can t go back and begin over again. I ve grown two inches this summer, Marilla. いつと比べて2インチ伸びたんでしょう？夏休みが終わったあとのこのおしゃべりの文脈では、夏の2ヶ月で2インチ伸びたという意味かと思っていたのですが、よく考えると、ルビーの誕生会は夏休みに入ってすぐにあったので（「Ruby Gillis is going to have a birthday party soon」と先学期の終了日にマリラに話しているCHAPTER XXX with impression The Queens Class Is Organized）、これは、この夏に測ってもらったら、去年に比べて2インチも伸びたと言っている、と解釈するほうがいいのかもしれません。でも、それなら2インチ（約5センチ）伸びでもあまり自慢にならないような気もしますが Mr. Gillis measured me at Ruby s party. I m so glad you made my new dresses longer. That dark-green one is so pretty and it was sweet of you to put on the flounce. 「flounce」松本訳注第31章(4) p. 523参照 Of course I know it wasn t really necessary, but flounces are so stylish this fall and Josie Pye has flounces on all her dresses. I know I ll be able to study better because of mine. I shall have such a comfortable feeling deep down in my mind about that flounce." "It s worth something to have that," admitted Marilla. ここまでが、かばんを開けて教科書を出してきた日の会話（8月の終わりか9月のはじめ） Miss Stacy came back to Avonlea school and found all her pupils eager for work once more. Especially did the Queen s class gird up their loins for the fray, 「gird up one s loins」しっかり帯を締める → 準備する 「gird up their loins」松本訳注第31章(5) p. 523参照 for at the end of the coming year, dimly shadowing their pathway already, loomed up that fateful thing known as "the Entrance," at the thought of which one and all felt their hearts sink into their very shoes. 英語では、心臓が靴の中に沈み込むほど、と感じるようですね。日本語ではどうなるんでしょう……。考えると、心臓が締めつけられる、とか、どきどきする、とか、かしら Suppose they did not pass! That thought was doomed to haunt Anne through the waking hours of that winter, Sunday afternoons inclusive, to the almost entire exclusion of moral and theological problems. 「... inclusive, to ... exclusion of」意味が逆のコトバをすぐ近くに置いてめりはりをつけている。意味が逆でも発音に似ているところがあるから、たぶん耳で聞いても心地よいに違いありません 「to the exclusion of」～を除外してしまうほど。アンにとって、日曜学校での道徳や教義の問題はかなり重要であったことが逆にわかる When Anne had bad dreams she found herself staring miserably at pass lists of the Entrance exams, where Gilbert Blythe s name was blazoned at the top and in which hers did not appear at all. But it was a jolly, busy, happy swift-flying winter. Schoolwork was as interesting, class rivalry as absorbing, as of yore. New worlds of thought, feeling, and ambition, fresh, fascinating fields of unexplored knowledge seemed to be opening out before Anne s eager eyes. "Hills peeped o er hill and Alps on Alps arose." 「Hills peeped o er hill and Alps on Alps arose.」松本訳注第31章(6) p. 523参照 Much of all this was due to Miss Stacy s tactful, careful, broadminded guidance. She led her class to think and explore and discover for themselves and encouraged straying from the old beaten paths to a degree that quite shocked Mrs. Lynde and the school trustees, who viewed all innovations on established methods rather dubiously. このあたりのMiss Stacyの教育方法には、モードの教育観が出ているように思える Apart from her studies Anne expanded socially, for Marilla, mindful of the Spencervale doctor s dictum, no longer vetoed occasional outings. ここで、マリラがアンに許している行動は「a little girl」に対するものではなくなっている The Debating Club flourished and gave several concerts; there were one or two parties almost verging on grown-up affairs; there were sleigh drives and skating frolics galore. ここまでが、9月の新学期から真冬までのアンの学校と放課後 Betweentimes Anne grew, shooting up so rapidly that Marilla was astonished one day, when they were standing side by side, to find the girl was taller than herself. "Why, Anne, how you ve grown!" she said, almost unbelievingly. A sigh followed on the words. Marilla felt a queer regret over Anne s inches. The child she had learned to love had vanished somehow and here was this tall, serious-eyed girl of fifteen, 15歳。ということは、3月の誕生日を過ぎた後。しかし、［つづきは下へ］ with the thoughtful brows and the proudly poised little head, in her place. Marilla loved the girl as much as she had loved the child, but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss. And that night, when Anne had gone to prayer meeting with Diana, Marilla sat alone in the wintry twilight and indulged in the weakness of a cry. ［上からのつづき］「wintry」= wintery。なので、まだ寒い日のできごと。アンの3月の誕生日は、まだ、冬といっていいときなので（13歳の誕生日は雪がある CHAPTER XXVI with impression The Story Club Is Formed ）、矛盾はしない。3月の下旬か4月上旬と考えるのが自然かしら Matthew, coming in with a lantern, caught her at it and gazed at her in such consternation that Marilla had to laugh through her tears. "I was thinking about Anne," she explained. "She s got to be such a big girl-- 「such a big girl」little girlではなくなった and she ll probably be away from us next winter. I ll miss her terrible." "She ll be able to come home often," comforted Matthew, to whom Anne was as yet and always would be the little, eager girl he had brought home from Bright River on that June evening four years before. "The branch railroad will be built to Carmody by that time." 「The branch railroad will be built to Carmody by that time.」松本訳注第31章(7) p. 524参照 "It won t be the same thing as having her here all the time," sighed Marilla gloomily, determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted. "But there--men can t understand these things!" モードは、まだ独身 ここまでが、アンの誕生日が過ぎた晩冬。日本の季節なら春 There were other changes in Anne no less real than the physical change. 「There were other changes in Anne no less real than the physical change.」松本訳注第31章(8) p. 524参照 For one thing, she became much quieter. Perhaps she thought all the more and dreamed as much as ever, but she certainly talked less. Marilla noticed and commented on this also. "You don t chatter half as much as you used to, Anne, nor use half as many big words. What has come over you?" 以下の会話でもアンはpage-longというほど話さない。この章のはじめは長く話しているのと対照的（「I feel just like studying with might and main」からはじまるおしゃべりは、まだ、長いし、コトバがコトバを生むおしゃべりになっている） Anne colored and laughed a little, 「colored and laughed a little」こういう細かな描写がアンの成長を表わしてもいる as she dropped her book and looked dreamily out of the window, where big fat red buds were bursting out on the creeper in response to the lure of the spring sunshine. "I don t know--I don t want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. "It s nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one s heart, like treasures. I don t like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don t want to use big words any more. It s almost a pity, isn t it, now that I m really growing big enough to say them if I did want to. It s fun to be almost grown up in some ways, but it s not the kind of fun I expected, Marilla. 「I m always going to talk to little girls as if they were too, and I ll never laugh when they use big words.」とCHAPTER XVIII with impression? Anne to the Rescue でアンが言っているように、big wordsを使う子供はいるかもしれないけれども、やっぱり大人も使わない There s so much to learn and do and think that there isn t time for big words. Besides, Miss Stacy says the short ones are much stronger and better. She makes us write all our essays as simply as possible. ステイシー先生の言葉を借りて、モードの言語観（というか常識）が述べられている。しかし、この Anne of Green Gables を書き、アンに big words をいっぱいしゃべらせて、モードの抑えている非常識的な部分を、自由に表現したに違いない It was hard at first. I was so used to crowding in all the fine big words I could think of--and I thought of any number of them. But I ve got used to it now and I see it s so much better." "What has become of your story club? I haven t heard you speak of it for a long time." 事件だったり出来事だったりを思い出させ、また、きちんと回答を用意するところ、モードの性格が出ているのかもしれません。だからこそ、アンのやらかした（ちょっとはちゃめちゃな）ことが、より面白いエピソードとなるのかもしれません "The story club isn t in existence any longer. We hadn t time for it--and anyhow I think we had got tired of it. It was silly to be writing about love and murder and elopements and mysteries. Miss Stacy sometimes has us write a story for training in composition, but she won t let us write anything but what might happen in Avonlea in our own lives, and she criticizes it very sharply and makes us criticize our own too. I never thought my compositions had so many faults until I began to look for them myself. I felt so ashamed I wanted to give up altogether, but Miss Stacy said I could learn to write well if I only trained myself to be my own severest critic. And so I am trying to." アヴォンリーでありそうなことを物語にする。まさに、これがこの「赤毛のアン」。恋愛や殺人、駆け落ち、秘密といったことは大っぴらにはない。しかし、アンには big words をたくさん話させ、アヴォンリーではありえそうもないお話を劇中劇のように作らせ、単純明快ではない恋愛の微妙な気持ちや、小さな秘密をたくさん書き込んでいる。 2007年7月29日追記 "You ve only two more months before the Entrance," said Marilla. 試験は7月のはじめなので、この会話は5月とわかる。moreは、あと、とか、さらに、とか、そんな追加があるよと強める意味でしかないので、だいたい2ヶ月ということでしょう "Do you think you ll be able to get through?" Anne shivered. "I don t know. Sometimes I think I ll be all right--and then I get horribly afraid. We ve studied hard and Miss Stacy has drilled us thoroughly, but we mayn t get through for all that. We ve each got a stumbling block. Mine is geometry of course, and Jane s is Latin, and Ruby and Charlie s is algebra, and Josie s is arithmetic. Moody Spurgeon says he feels it in his bones that he is going to fail in English history. 英国史！ もちろんカナダにとって重要なのはわかります Miss Stacy is going to give us examinations in June just as hard as we ll have at the Entrance and mark us just as strictly, so we ll have some idea. I wish it was all over, Marilla. It haunts me. Sometimes I wake up in the night and wonder what I ll do if I don t pass." "Why, go to school next year and try again," said Marilla unconcernedly. 「unconcernedly」おとなはちょっと冷たい反応をしがち。それが逆に心配させない方向に働くこともあるのですが "Oh, I don t believe I d have the heart for it. It would be such a disgrace to fail, especially if Gil--if the others passed. And I get so nervous in an examination that I m likely to make a mess of it. I wish I had nerves like Jane Andrews. Nothing rattles her." Anne sighed and, dragging her eyes from the witcheries of the spring world, 「witcheries」（女性の）魅力。春は英語では女性とみなされる？ the beckoning day of breeze and blue, 「blue」青空 and the green things upspringing in the garden, 「upspring」わきあがる。なんだかんだとこの章では、springの単語をモチーフにして話がすすんでいるようです buried herself resolutely in her book. There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them. ここまでが、5月の会話 ということで、ほぼ1年があっという間に過ぎた1章 CHAPTER XXX UP CHAPTER XXXII 21 22 July 2007 29 July 2007 追記 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 21 July 2007 last update 2007-07-29 22 42 48 (Sun)
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UP CHAPTER II CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised 第1章 レイチェル・リンド夫人の驚き（松本訳） Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies eardrops 「Rachel Lynde」松本訳注第1章(1) p. 449参照 「Avonlea」松本訳注第1章(2) p. 450参照 「alder」ハンノキ Alnus 写真はウィキペディアをどうぞ 「ladies eardrops」フクシア Fuchsia 写真はウィキペディアをどうぞ 「ladies eardrops」は、モードの手書き原稿では、「jewelweed」となっているそうです。薄荷さんの「完訳・赤毛のアン」フクシアの謎にありました。この完訳は松本訳のこと。プリンスエドワード島では野生のフクシアはない（野外では育たない）のではないか、ということのようです。jewelweed Impatiens capensis は東北大学のPlant Evolutionary Biology（植物進化生物学と訳せましょう）の研究室のウェブページにあるそうです（ちゃんとありました）。東北大学の英語版公式ページでPlant Evolutionary Biologyを標榜するのは牧研究室のようです and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde s door without due regard for decency and decorum; 「decency and decorum」どちらも、礼儀正しい、上品の意味。似た意味の言葉、しかも発音が似ている言葉を繰り返して、強調している。しつこくならないように和訳するのは難しいかも it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. 「ferret」捜し（探り）出す／（白イタチを使って）狩りをする。名詞の ferret は白イタチ。白イタチ（ferret）から連想する何かがあるのでしょうか。それともこういうときは、これが普通なのかしら 「the whys and wherefores」いろいろな理由／原因。これも似た意味の言葉、しかも発音が似ている言葉を繰り返し。ですが、常套句のようです There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, 「Mrs. Rachel」First name だけに Mrs を付けるのは、学校では習わなかった気がしますが、『アン』にはたくさんでてきます knitting "cotton warp" quilts-- 「knitting "cotton warp" quilts」松本訳注第1章(3) p. 450参照 she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices--and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides of it, 「the Gulf of St. Lawrence」松本訳注第1章(4) p. 450参照 anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel s all-seeing eye. She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky- white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde s husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; 「turnip」カブ Brassica rapa 写真はウィキペディア（英語版）にあります。たぶん今日本で栽培しているものよりも小さい and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. 「Matthew Cuthbert」松本訳注第1章(5) p. 451参照 「Green Gables」松本訳注第1章(6) p. 451参照 Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought 「he ought」to have been sowing ... が省略されている because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, 「a white collar and his best suit of clothes」まさに一張羅。カラーを付けるというよりは、カラーのある服を着ているということではないかと思いますが……、どうなんでしょう、このころの男性ファッションは。カラーがセパレートなのはよっぽど大きなカラーということになろうかと思いますが。とすると、「白襟のシャツと最上の上着を着こみ」といったところでしょうか which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy 「buggy」二人乗りの馬車 and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there? Had it been any other man in Avonlea, 「Had it been ...」仮定法 Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon s enjoyment was spoiled. "I ll just step over to Green Gables after tea 「after tea」ということは夕方。 and find out from Marilla where he s gone and why," 「Marilla」松本訳注第1章(7) p. 451参照 the worthy woman finally concluded. "He doesn t generally go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; if he d run out of turnip seed he wouldn t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I m clean puzzled, that s what, and I won t know a minute s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today." Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde s Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert s father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. 「when he founded his homestead」マシューのお父さんが開墾したようですね Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place LIVING at all. "It s just STAYING, that s what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. 「deep-rutted、grassy lane」深い轍のある、ということは、草の生えた小径とはいえ、普段馬車か荷車が通れるだけの幅がある。同じ lane でも Lover s Lane（恋人たちの小径（CHAPTER XV with impression? A Tempest in the School Teapot））は、普段は牛の歩くところなので、深い轍はなく狭い 「rose」Rosa sp. バラはややこしくてよくわかりません。ただ、俗称として wild rose というなら、花弁が八重ではないものでしょう。なので、例えば、こんな感じ "It s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren t much company, though dear knows if they were there d be enough of them. 「dear knows」= God knows 誰も知らない I d ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they re used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said." 「as the Irishman said」松本訳注第1章(8) p. 451参照 With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows 「willows」ヤナギ。Salix sp. ヤナギ属には大きなものから草丈ほどの小さなもの（極寒の種類らしい）もあるそうです。しかしここでは、家の主のような大きな木。写真はウィキペディア（英）、やウィキペディア（日）をどうぞ and the other with prim Lombardies. 「Lombardies」= Lombardy poplars セイヨウハコヤナギ。いわゆるポプラ。Populus nigra var. italica。 北海道大学のポプラ並木と同じ種類のようです。写真はウィキペディアにあります。ポプラもヤナギ科だとは知りませんでした。このイタリア原産の背の高いポプラのことをわざわざ Lombardies（複数なのは１本じゃないだけ）とするのは、ちょっと気取っているような気がしますが、気のせい？ Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. 「the proverbial peck of dirt」松本訳注第1章(9) p. 452参照 Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment-- 「apartment」部屋 or would have been cheerful 「would have been cheerfu」仮定法 if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard 「white cherry-trees in the left orchard 」果樹園にある桜の木ということはサクランボの木。ですので、sour cherry Prunus cerasus ではないでしょうか。実の写真はウィキペディア（英）にあります。サクラ全般についてはウィキペディア（英）もどうぞ and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, 「birch」カバ。ここでは幹の白いカバかと思います。このあと、何度も white birch が出てくるので。とすると、幹の白いカバは、Betula papyrifera。写真はウィキペディア（英）にあります。この白いカバの分布はeFloras.org（英）をどうぞ。日本のシラカバ（Betula platyphylla var. japonica）とは別種らしい（ウィキペディア（日）にはそうある。こちらにも写真はありますが、見た目はよくわかりません） was greened over by a tangle of vines. 「vine」つた、か何か、のツル植物。この記述だけではよくわかりません（やはりキャベンディッシュに行かないとわからないことがある……） Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper. 「supper」夕食。『赤毛のアン』では食事を表わす表現がいくつも出てきて、難しい。dinner、tea、supper、lunch。同じことをふたつで指すこともあって。朝食は breakfast だけですが Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; 「tea」これは上で出てきた、supper を指す but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, 「only crab-apple preserves」松本訳注第1章(10) p. 452参照 「crab-apple」野生のりんご。Malus sp. crabappleと呼ぶのはいろいろな種があるようですが、いずれも実の小さい野生りんご。写真はウィキペディア（英）にあります（わかりづらいかもしれません） so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew s white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables. "Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly. 「briskly」マリラがきびきびと答えを返しているので、このあとリンド夫人が体を心配しているというのが、ずれている感じを強調する "This is a real fine evening, isn t it? Won t you sit down? How are all your folks?" Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of--or perhaps because of--their dissimilarity. Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. 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. このマリラの描写は、CHAPTER XXXIII with impression The Hotel Concert で比較される "We re all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid YOU weren t, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor s." Marilla s lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor s curiosity. "Oh, no, I m quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. 「only crab-apple preserves」松本訳注第1章(11) p. 452参照 We re getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia 「Nova Scotia」ノヴァスコシア（松本訳）。アルファベット表記を見ると、New Scotland のこととわかる（たぶんラテン語化している） and he s coming on the train tonight." If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia 「a kangaroo from Australia」オーストラリアからやって来たカンガルー。大英帝国の一員のオーストラリアには親しみがあるのでしょうね Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. 「actually stricken dumb for five seconds」ここで、actually striken としているのは、口も聞けないほど唖然としてという例えとして dumb を使うことがあるのですが、ここでは、本当に５秒間も口を聞かなかった、と強調している。しかし……、この表現は面白いのでしょうか？？？ It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it. "Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her. 「voice returned to her」本当に口が聞けなくなったので、声が出せるようになって、という話の流れ "Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation. Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing! "What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly. This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved. "Well, we ve been thinking about it for some time-- 「it」孤児をもらうこと。どれを指すのかは……よくわかりませんが「We are getting ... tonight」でしょうか all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas 「Mrs. Alexander Spencer」夫人の名前（first name）を出さない表現。アレクザンダー・スペンサーの夫人。Mrs. Rachel とはいちばん離れた表現。あまり親しくないか、リンド夫人はよく知らないだろうことを考えてか and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. 「Mrs. Spencer has visited here」スペンサー夫人がやってきて。ここは、Puffin Books版では「Mrs. Spencer has visited her」スペンサー夫人がその従姉妹のところを訪れて。となっていて全然意味が違っている。文脈からすれば、これは、her（従姉妹）を訪れることにならないと通じない。「従姉妹は lives で住んでいる（事実）、スペンサー夫人は has visited で訪れたことがある（経験）、だから、スペンサー夫人は知っている（knows：結果としての事実）となるのでしょうから So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. 「it」これも前と同じ、孤児をもらうこと We thought we d get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he s sixty-- and he isn t so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it s got to be to get hired help. 「how desperate hard」hard は desperate を修飾する副詞 There s never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; 「half-grown little French boys」松本訳注第1章(12) p. 452参照 and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways 「broke into」break into ～の状態になる and taught something he s up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. 「the lobster canneries」松本訳注第1章(13) p. 453参照 At first Matthew suggested getting a Home boy. But I said `no flat to that. `They may be all right--I m not saying they re not--but no London street Arabs for me, I said. 「street Arabs」浮浪児。Puffin Books版では、street arabs と a が小文字。たぶん、今なら、arab の単語は使わないでしょうね。PC の時代ですから（politically correct） `Give me a native born at least. There ll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I ll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian. So in the end we decided to ask Mrs. Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer s folks at Carmody to bring us a smart, likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age--old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off 「chore」（家・農場の）雑用 and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to give him a good home and schooling. 「a good home and schooling」これは、アンが来てからしばらくの間、マシューとマリラの間で話し合われたこともない（物語の上では記述がない）ので、アンが女の子であるからといって、ふたりの気持ちは大きな変化はなかったに違いありません。明確に話が出るのは、クイーン学院に行かせようかどうかというところくらいでしょうか（CHAPTER XXV with impression]] Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves） We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today--the mail-man brought it from the station-- 「We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today--the mail-man brought it from the station--」電報の場合は駅から直接配ってくれたようですね。カナダの電信の歴史はよくわかりませんが、鉄道を敷くと、線路に沿って電信線を伸ばしたのかもしれませんが……。そこまで電化が進んでいないでしょうねぇ。とすると、これはそうじゃなくて、シャーロットタウンに電信を受けるところがあって（郵便局かもしれません）、そこから郵便とともに電報も列車で運ばれ、郵便局の人は電報を配ってくれたのでしょうか saying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself." 「White Sands」松本訳注第1章(14) p. 453参照 Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news. "Well, Marilla, I ll just tell you plain that I think you re doing a mighty foolish thing--a risky thing, that s what. You don t know what you re getting. You re bringing a strange child into your house and home 「your house and home」建物／敷地としての house と 家族の中に入り込む家庭としての home の概念を区別。日本語では上手く書き分けるのは難しいところ and you don t know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he s likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night--set it ON PURPOSE, Marilla--and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs--they couldn t break him of it. If you had asked my advice in the matter--which you didn t do, Marilla--I d have said for mercy s sake not to think of such a thing, that s what." This Job s comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla. 「Job s comforting」松本訳注第1章(15) p. 453参照 She knitted steadily on. 「She knitted steadily on.」気持ちをその人の行動で表現する。驚くなり動揺したなら編み物を止めるはず、という前提がある（しつこい？ だったらごめんななさい） "I don t deny there s something in what you say, Rachel. I ve had some qualms myself. But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It s so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it s my duty to give in. And as for the risk, there s risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There s risks in people s having children of their own if it comes to that--they don t always turn out well. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn t as if we were getting him from England or the States. He can t be much different from ourselves." "Well, I hope it will turn out all right," said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts. "Only don t say I didn t warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the well--I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance." "Well, we re not getting a girl," said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. "I d never dream of taking a girl to bring up. 「I d never dream of taking a girl to bring up.」女の子を育てようとはしていない、と強調。さらに次の文でも。アンが来たときの状況の伏線となる。アンが来ることは、読者にとってはほとんど自明なので（本の題名からしても、そして、きっと本の紹介でもアンが来ることは書かれるでしょうから）、来てどうなるかの伏線と考えなければなるまい、と思うのです I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, SHE wouldn t shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head." Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell s and tell the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla s relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel s pessimism. "Well, of all things that ever were or will be!" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I m sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don t know anything about children and they ll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be s he ever had a grandfather, 「if so be s he ever had a grandfather」be s がよくわからない。be は be動詞で、仮定法で原型になっているのでしょうけれども、 sが何なのかが…… そこで「"if so be s"」をキーワードにして、検索をしてみたら、面白いページ発見（ここ）。日本人がわからないと質問し、ネイティブ英語話者があーかも、こーかも、と書いています。日本人がわからなくても、ここは、おっけいなのです！議論を読み解くのは何か混乱してしまうのですが、be s は、be as の略と考えればよさそうです。この議論（というか質疑というか）から受け取れるメッセージは、１．古い英語なので現代英語と違うところがある、２．この英語表現はアナタは使ってはいけない、３．『赤毛のアン』は多少難しいところもあるけれも面白いからがんばって読んでね、です。これから英語で読もうとしている方にははげみになるでしょう！ジツはこの第１章の印象を書くのは全部読んだ後なので、ワタシへの励ましには時すでに遅し、でしたが（印象は第26章から書きはじめ、最後まで書いたので第１章に戻ってきたのです） which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built-- 「the new house was built」今のグリーンゲイブルズができたときには、マシューもマリラも大きくなっていた。その前はどうだったのでしょう……。建て替え、かしら if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks at them. I wouldn t be in that orphan s shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that s what." So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound. UP CHAPTER II 19 August 2007 8 October 2007 一番上のリンクのミスを訂正 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 19 August 2007 last update 2007-10-08 17 02 35 (Mon)
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CHAPTER X UP CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XI Anne s Impressions of Sunday-School "Well, how do you like them?" said Marilla. Anne was standing in the gable room, looking solemnly at three new dresses spread out on the bed. One was of snuffy colored gingham which Marilla had been tempted to buy from a peddler the preceding summer because it looked so serviceable; one was of black-and-white checkered sateen which she had picked up at a bargain counter in the winter; and one was a stiff print of an ugly blue shade which she had purchased that week at a Carmody store. She had made them up herself, and they were all made alike--plain skirts fulled tightly to plain waists, with sleeves as plain as waist and skirt and tight as sleeves could be. "I ll imagine that I like them," said Anne soberly. "I don t want you to imagine it," said Marilla, offended. "Oh, I can see you don t like the dresses! What is the matter with them? Aren t they neat and clean and new?" "Yes." "Then why don t you like them?" "They re--they re not--pretty," said Anne reluctantly. "Pretty!" Marilla sniffed. "I didn t trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you. I don t believe in pampering vanity, Anne, I ll tell you that right off. Those dresses are good, sensible, serviceable dresses, without any frills or furbelows about them, and they re all you ll get this summer. The brown gingham and the blue print will do you for school when you begin to go. The sateen is for church and Sunday school. I ll expect you to keep them neat and clean and not to tear them. I should think you d be grateful to get most anything after those skimpy wincey things you ve been wearing." "Oh, I AM grateful," protested Anne. "But I d be ever so much gratefuller if--if you d made just one of them with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would give me such a thrill, Marilla, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves." "Well, you ll have to do without your thrill. I hadn t any material to waste on puffed sleeves. I think they are ridiculous-looking things anyhow. I prefer the plain, sensible ones." "But I d rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself," persisted Anne mournfully. "Trust you for that! Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet, and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson. I got a quarterly from Mr. Bell for you and you ll go to Sunday school tomorrow," said Marilla, disappearing downstairs in high dudgeon. Anne clasped her hands and looked at the dresses. "I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves," she whispered disconsolately. "I prayed for one, but I didn t much expect it on that account. I didn t suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl s dress. I knew I d just have to depend on Marilla for it. Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of snow-white muslin with lovely lace frills and three-puffed sleeves." The next morning warnings of a sick headache prevented Marilla from going to Sunday-school with Anne. "You ll have to go down and call for Mrs. Lynde, Anne." she said. "She ll see that you get into the right class. Now, mind you behave yourself properly. Stay to preaching afterwards and ask Mrs. Lynde to show you our pew. Here s a cent for collection. Don t stare at people and don t fidget. I shall expect you to tell me the text when you come home." Anne started off irreproachable, arrayed in the stiff black- and-white sateen, which, while decent as regards length and certainly not open to the charge of skimpiness, contrived to emphasize every corner and angle of her thin figure. Her hat was a little, flat, glossy, new sailor, the extreme plainness of which had likewise much disappointed Anne, who had permitted herself secret visions of ribbon and flowers. The latter, however, were supplied before Anne reached the main road, for being confronted halfway down the lane with a golden frenzy of wind-stirred buttercups and a glory of wild roses, Anne promptly and liberally garlanded her hat with a heavy wreath of them. Whatever other people might have thought of the result it satisfied Anne, and she tripped gaily down the road, holding her ruddy head with its decoration of pink and yellow very proudly. When she had reached Mrs. Lynde s house she found that lady gone. Nothing daunted, Anne proceeded onward to the church alone. In the porch she found a crowd of little girls, all more or less gaily attired in whites and blues and pinks, and all staring with curious eyes at this stranger in their midst, with her extraordinary head adornment. Avonlea little girls had already heard queer stories about Anne. Mrs. Lynde said she had an awful temper; Jerry Buote, the hired boy at Green Gables, said she talked all the time to herself or to the trees and flowers like a crazy girl. They looked at her and whispered to each other behind their quarterlies. Nobody made any friendly advances, then or later on when the opening exercises were over and Anne found herself in Miss Rogerson s class. Miss Rogerson was a middle-aged lady who had taught a Sunday-school class for twenty years. Her method of teaching was to ask the printed questions from the quarterly and look sternly over its edge at the particular little girl she thought ought to answer the question. She looked very often at Anne, and Anne, thanks to Marilla s drilling, answered promptly; but it may be questioned if she understood very much about either question or answer. She did not think she liked Miss Rogerson, and she felt very miserable; every other little girl in the class had puffed sleeves. Anne felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves. "Well, how did you like Sunday school?" Marilla wanted to know when Anne came home. Her wreath having faded, Anne had discarded it in the lane, so Marilla was spared the knowledge of that for a time. "I didn t like it a bit. It was horrid." "Anne Shirley!" said Marilla rebukingly. Anne sat down on the rocker with a long sigh, kissed one of Bonny s leaves, and waved her hand to a blossoming fuchsia. "They might have been lonesome while I was away," she explained. "And now about the Sunday school. I behaved well, just as you told me. Mrs. Lynde was gone, but I went right on myself. I went into the church, with a lot of other little girls, and I sat in the corner of a pew by the window while the opening exercises went on. Mr. Bell made an awfully long prayer. I would have been dreadfully tired before he got through if I hadn t been sitting by that window. But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters, so I just gazed at that and imagined all sorts of splendid things." "You shouldn t have done anything of the sort. You should have listened to Mr. Bell." "But he wasn t talking to me," protested Anne. "He was talking to God and he didn t seem to be very much inter- ested in it, either. I think he thought God was too far off though. There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the sunshine fell down through them, way, way down, deep into the water. Oh, Marilla, it was like a beautiful dream! It gave me a thrill and I just said, `Thank you for it, God, two or three times." "Not out loud, I hope," said Marilla anxiously. "Oh, no, just under my breath. Well, Mr. Bell did get through at last and they told me to go into the classroom with Miss Rogerson s class. There were nine other girls in it. They all had puffed sleeves. I tried to imagine mine were puffed, too, but I couldn t. Why couldn t I? It was as easy as could be to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable, but it was awfully hard there among the others who had really truly puffs." "You shouldn t have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school. You should have been attending to the lesson. I hope you knew it." "Oh, yes; and I answered a lot of questions. Miss Rogerson asked ever so many. I don t think it was fair for her to do all the asking. There were lots I wanted to ask her, but I didn t like to because I didn t think she was a kindred spirit. Then all the other little girls recited a paraphrase. She asked me if I knew any. I told her I didn t, but I could recite, `The Dog at His Master s Grave if she liked. That s in the Third Royal Reader. It isn t a really truly religious piece of poetry, but it s so sad and melancholy that it might as well be. She said it wouldn t do and she told me to learn the nineteenth paraphrase for next Sunday. I read it over in church afterwards and it s splendid. There are two lines in particular that just thrill me. "`Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell In Midian s evil day. I don t know what `squadrons means nor `Midian, either, but it sounds SO tragical. I can hardly wait until next Sunday to recite it. I ll practice it all the week. After Sunday school I asked Miss Rogerson--because Mrs. Lynde was too far away--to show me your pew. I sat just as still as I could and the text was Revelations, third chapter, second and third verses. It was a very long text. If I was a minister I d pick the short, snappy ones. The sermon was awfully long, too. I suppose the minister had to match it to the text. I didn t think he was a bit interesting. The trouble with him seems to be that he hasn t enough imagination. I didn t listen to him very much. I just let my thoughts run and I thought of the most surprising things." Marilla felt helplessly that all this should be sternly reproved, but she was hampered by the undeniable fact that some of the things Anne had said, especially about the minister s sermons and Mr. Bell s prayers, were what she herself had really thought deep down in her heart for years, but had never given expression to. It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity. CHAPTER X UP CHAPTER XII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 27 34 (Tue)