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CHAPTER XXVIII UP CHAPTER XXX CHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne s Life 第29章 一生忘れられない思い出（松本訳） Anne was bringing the cows home from the back pasture by way of Lover s Lane. It was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it, but for the most part it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled with a clear violet dusk like airy wine. The winds were out in their tops, and there is no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening. The cows swung placidly down the lane, and Anne followed them dreamily, repeating aloud the battle canto from MARMION--which had also been part of their English course the preceding winter and which Miss Stacy had made them learn off by heart--and exulting in its rushing lines and the clash of spears in its imagery. 「MARMION」松本訳注第29章(1) p. 515参照 When she came to the lines The stubborn spearsmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, 「The stubborn spearsmen still made good／Their dark impenetrable wood,」 松本訳注第29章(2) p. 515参照 she stopped in ecstasy to shut her eyes that she might the better fancy herself one of that heroic ring. When she opened them again it was to behold Diana coming through the gate that led into the Barry field and looking so important that Anne instantly divined there was news to be told. But betray too eager curiosity she would not. "Isn t this evening just like a purple dream, Diana? It makes me so glad to be alive. In the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it s lovelier still." "It s a very fine evening," said Diana, "but oh, I have such news, Anne. Guess. You can have three guesses." 「Guess. You can have three guesses.」 動詞と名詞が同じなので、テンポがいい。話し心地、聞こえ心地もいいような気がします "Charlotte Gillis is going to be married in the church after all and Mrs. Allan wants us to decorate it," cried Anne. 「Charlotte Gillis」 初登場。でもここだけ。後にも先にも話題になっていません。シャーロットタウンに行く話の章なので、シャーロットさんに出てもらったのかしら。 "No. Charlotte s beau won t agree to that, because nobody ever has been married in the church yet, and he thinks it would seem too much like a funeral. 「because nobody ever has been married in the church yet, and he thinks it would seem too much like a funeral.」 松本訳注第29章(3) p. 516参照 It s too mean, because it would be such fun. Guess again." "Jane s mother is going to let her have a birthday party?" Diana shook her head, her black eyes dancing with merriment. "I can t think what it can be," said Anne in despair, "unless it s that Moody Spurgeon MacPherson saw you home from prayer meeting last night. Did he?" "I should think not," exclaimed Diana indignantly. "I wouldn t be likely to boast of it if he did, the horrid creature! I knew you couldn t guess it. Mother had a letter from Aunt Josephine today, and Aunt Josephine wants you and me to go to town next Tuesday and stop with her for the Exhibition. There!" 学校のはじまった9月の平日です。おおらかな時代でいいですよね 「Exhibition」 松本訳注第29章(4) p. 516参照 "Oh, Diana," whispered Anne, finding it necessary to lean up against a maple tree for support, "do you really mean it? But I m afraid Marilla won t let me go. She will say that she can t encourage gadding about. That was what she said last week when Jane invited me to go with them in their double-seated buggy to the American concert at the White Sands Hotel. 「double-seated buggy」二列がけの大型馬車（松本訳）。対面？二列とも前向き？どっちなんでしょう？ I wanted to go, but Marilla said I d be better at home learning my lessons and so would Jane. I was bitterly disappointed, Diana. I felt so heartbroken that I wouldn t say my prayers when I went to bed. But I repented of that 「I repented of that」のthatは前の文を指して、お祈りをせずに寝てしまったこと and got up in the middle of the night and said them." 「said them」のthemはprayers。この物語はよい意味で、キリスト教に忠実というか、はずれない、というか "I ll tell you," said Diana, "we ll get Mother to ask Marilla. She ll be more likely to let you go then; and if she does we ll have the time of our lives, Anne. I ve never been to an Exhibition, and it s so aggravating to hear the other girls talking about their trips. Jane and Ruby have been twice, and they re going this year again." "I m not going to think about it at all until I know whether I can go or not," said Anne resolutely. "If I did and then was disappointed, it would be more than I could bear. But in case I do go I m very glad my new coat will be ready by that time. Marilla didn t think I needed a new coat. She said my old one would do very well for another winter and that I ought to be satisfied with having a new dress. The dress is very pretty, Diana--navy blue and made so fashionably. 「fashionably」これは、ほぼpuffed sleevesと同じに違いありません Marilla always makes my dresses fashionably now, because she says she doesn t intend to have Matthew going to Mrs. Lynde to make them. I m so glad. It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable. At least, it is easier for me. I suppose it doesn t make such a difference to naturally good people. But Matthew said I must have a new coat, so Marilla bought a lovely piece of blue broadcloth, 「broadcloth」ブロード生地。英語版のウィキペディア http //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadcloth には、Broadcloth is a dense woolen cloth.とありますので、毛織（ウール）の平織りで、コートにはよさそうです and it s being made by a real dressmaker over at Carmody. 「being made by a real dressmaker」dense woolen clothなら、厚い生地なので、手縫いはかなりつらいかもしれません。ミシンを持っている話はでてきていません。ダイアナの家にはセールスマンが来ることがあるようですが、ミシンがあるのかどうかまでは不明（She s going to give me a picture to put up in my room ...（略）...A sewing-machine agent gave it to her. CHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and Promise）。デザインや技術もプロなら上手いでしょうけれども、マリラもコートくらいは作ってしまうのかもしれませんが 「over at Carmody」の over は遠い感じを表わす以上の意味はなさそう It s to be done Saturday night, and I m trying not to imagine myself walking up the church aisle on Sunday in my new suit and cap, because I m afraid it isn t right to imagine such things. But it just slips into my mind in spite of me. 「slips into my mind」いけないと思う（it isn t right to imagine such things）のに、すべり込んできてしまう My cap is so pretty. Matthew bought it for me the day we were over at Carmody. It is one of those little blue velvet ones that are all the rage, with gold cord and tassels. 「little blue velvet ones」ドレスはネイビーブルーでパフスリーブ（たぶん）、コートはブルー（生地はウールのブロードクロス）、帽子もブルー（ベルベット）。ドレスは特別な生地ではないでしょうから、あまり厚手ではない平織りか綾織りで光沢はない、濃い青。綾織りなら光沢は多少あるかも。コートも青だけれどもドレスより明るい色。きらきらした光沢はないけれども、ブロードクロスなので、少しきらっとするのではないでしょうか。帽子はビロードなので角度によって色が違って（濃い色と薄めの色と）見える。色白で赤毛のアンが着たら、確かにおしゃれ 「with gold cord and tassels」どこにどんなふうに金色のひもとふさがつくのでしょう？やっぱり縁かしら Your new hat is elegant, Diana, and so becoming. 「hat」なのでダイアナの帽子にはつばがある When I saw you come into church last Sunday my heart swelled with pride to think you were my dearest friend. Do you suppose it s wrong for us to think so much about our clothes? Marilla says it is very sinful. But it is such an interesting subject, isn t it?" Puffin Booksでは「is」が斜字体になって強調されています。女の子がお洋服が気になるのはふつうよ、アン Marilla agreed to let Anne go to town, and it was arranged that Mr. Barry should take the girls in on the following Tuesday. As Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr. Barry wished to go and return the same day, it was necessary to make a very early start. But Anne counted it all joy, and was up before sunrise on Tuesday morning. A glance from her window assured her that the day would be fine, for the eastern sky behind the firs of the Haunted Wood was all silvery and cloudless. Through the gap in the trees a light was shining in the western gable of Orchard Slope, a token that Diana was also up. Anne was dressed by the time Matthew had the fire on and had the breakfast ready when Marilla came down, but for her own part was much too excited to eat. After breakfast the jaunty new cap and jacket were donned, 「jacket」は、前にはcoatと言ってたものかと思われます and Anne hastened over the brook and up through the firs to Orchard Slope. Mr. Barry and Diana were waiting for her, and they were soon on the road. It was a long drive, but Anne and Diana enjoyed every minute of it. It was delightful to rattle along over the moist roads in the early red sunlight that was creeping across the shorn harvest fields. 「rattle」は、がたがた走る、という意味だけでなく、ぺらぺらしゃべるという意味もある。下で出てくるようにアンとダイアナはおしゃべりをし続けていたようなので、馬車だけでなく、ふたりのおしゃべりも示しているのかもしれません 「the shorn harvest fields」作物は何でしょう。小麦かしら。プリンス・エドワード島は涼しいので、小麦は春播きのはず。日本のように麦秋ではない The air was fresh and crisp, and little smoke-blue mists curled through the valleys and floated off from the hills. Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning to hang out scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on bridges that made Anne s flesh cringe with the old, half-delightful fear; CHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprisedに橋を渡るとき目をつぶる話がでてきます 「flesh cringe with the old, half-delightful fear」 松本訳注第29章(5) p. 517参照 sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and passed by a little cluster of weather-gray fishing huts; again it mounted to hills whence a far sweep of curving upland or misty-blue sky could be seen; but wherever it went there was much of interest to discuss. It was almost noon when they reached town and found their way to "Beechwood." It was quite a fine old mansion, set back from the street in a seclusion of green elms and branching beeches. Miss Barry met them at the door with a twinkle in her sharp black eyes. "So you ve come to see me at last, you Anne-girl," she said. "Mercy, child, how you have grown! You re taller than I am, I declare. tallはこの物語の中で重要なもののひとつ。 アンは第4章でグリーン・ゲイブルズではじめて起きた朝、自分が背が高いコーデリアになっていることを I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a pearl cross on my breast and pearls in my hair. と想像しています（11歳 CHAPTER VI Marilla Makes Up Her Mind）。ダイアナに会ったときも、アンのほうが1インチ背が高いことを I m an inch taller than Diana とマリラに話しています（11歳 CHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and Promise）。しかし、この第29章では、ミス・バリーに You re taller than I am と言われても、アンは、I know I m not so freckled as I used to be ... I really hadn t dared to hope there was any other improvement. と答え、そばかすが減ったのに比べれば、背が伸びたことは、特別いいこととしては意識していません（13歳 CHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne s Life）。15歳の秋には I ve grown two inches this summer, Marilla. とアンはマリラに話します（CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet）。 ステイシー先生のクリスマスの演芸会の後では、マリラが it makes Anne look so tall とマシューに感想を話すのですが（CHAPTER XXV Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves）、これは育てているマリラにすれば、大きくなってほしいということだけかもしれません。しかし、第31章ではマリラは、"Why, Anne, how you ve grown!" と自分よりも背が高くなったアンに驚きます（CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet）。そしてクリーン学院に進学するためアンがアヴォンリーから出ていくことになると、マリラにはアンが tall となったことが淋しさになってしまいます（you look so tall and stylish and so--so--different altogether in that dress--as if you didn t belong in Avonlea at all-- CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl）。卒業式のときにマシュウとマリラが見るアンは、a tall girl in pale green, with faintly flushed cheeks and starry eyes で（CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream）、マシューと最後に話をするアンは tall and erect （CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream）です。 背の高い人もでてきます。マリラがa tall, thin womanと紹介され（CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised）、ダイアナのお母さんのバリー夫人も背が高い（a tall black-eyed, black-haired woman CHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and Promise）。そして、ギルバートははじめから背が高い少年としてアンの目の前に現れます（a tall boy, with curly brown hair, roguish hazel eyes, and a mouth twisted into a teasing smile アン 11歳 CHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot、the tall, brown-haired boy across the room アン 15歳 CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl）。マシューが亡くなったあとにマリラはギルバートのことを、"he seemed so tall and manly."といいます（アン 16歳 CHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is Death）。そして、最後の転機、ギルバート登場の場面では a tall lad と書かれ、アンはすぐにはギルバートとは気づかなかった（または、ためらっている）ように表現されています（CHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the road）。 このように、tallはおおむねいいものとして語られています。成長が形に表われるのは背が伸びることであり、アンの成長の物語として tall になるのはいいことなのでしょう。これはモンゴメリが背の高い人だったからかもしれません。尤も、tallはあまりよくない文脈でも使われていますが（a tall, scornful-looking girl in a white-lace dress CHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel Concert）、この１ヶ所だけです。 And you re ever so much better looking than you used to be, too. But I dare say you know that without being told." "Indeed I didn t," said Anne radiantly. "I know I m not so freckled as I used to be, so I ve much to be thankful for, but I really hadn t dared to hope there was any other improvement. I m so glad you think there is, Miss Barry." Miss Barry s house was furnished with "great magnificence," as Anne told Marilla afterward. The two little country girls were rather abashed by the splendor of the parlor where Miss Barry left them when she went to see about dinner. 「The two little country girls」ここではふたりとも little girls。エイゴのa little girlは幅が広いか、ニュアンスが様々あるのでしょうか "Isn t it just like a palace?" whispered Diana. "I never was in Aunt Josephine s house before, and I d no idea it was so grand. I just wish Julia Bell could see this--she puts on such airs about her mother s parlor." "Velvet carpet," sighed Anne luxuriously, "and silk curtains! I ve dreamed of such things, Diana. But do you know I don t believe I feel very comfortable with them after all. There are so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no scope for imagination. That is one consolation when you are poor--there are so many more things you can imagine about." Their sojourn in town was something that Anne and Diana dated from for years. 「sojourn」同じ滞在を表わすにしてもstayではないのは、重々しさ豪華さを表しているのでしょう From first to last it was crowded with delights. On Wednesday Miss Barry took them to the Exhibition grounds and kept them there all day. "It was splendid," Anne related to Marilla later on. 物語の進行の時間に合わせて、後にあったおしゃべりを挿入するのは技術的にはどういうことなんでしょうか。何度もマリラに話をしていたでしょうから、マリラにとっては後から時間軸がしっかりできて、ということ？単にアンにおしゃべりさせたかっただけ、かもしれません "I never imagined anything so interesting. I don t really know which department was the most interesting. I think I liked the horses and the flowers and the fancywork best. Josie Pye took first prize for knitted lace. I was real glad she did. And I was glad that I felt glad, for it shows I m improving, don t you think, Marilla, when I can rejoice in Josie s success? Mr. Harmon Andrews took second prize for Gravenstein apples 「Gravenstein apples 」 松本訳注第29章(6) p. 517参照 and Mr. Bell took first prize for a pig. Diana said she thought it was ridiculous for a Sunday-school superintendent to take a prize in pigs, but I don t see why. Do you? She said she would always think of it after this when he was praying so solemnly. Clara Louise MacPherson took a prize for painting, 「Clara Louise MacPherson」 初登場。でもここだけ。後にも先にも話題になっていません。 and Mrs. Lynde got first prize for homemade butter and cheese. So Avonlea was pretty well represented, wasn t it? Mrs. Lynde was there that day, and I never knew how much I really liked her until I saw her familiar face among all those strangers. There were thousands of people there, Marilla. It made me feel dreadfully insignificant. And Miss Barry took us up to the grandstand to see the horse races. 「Miss Barry took us up to the grandstand to see the horse races」 松本訳注第29章(7) p. 517参照 Mrs. Lynde wouldn t go; she said horse racing was an abomination and, she being a church member, thought it her bounden duty to set a good example by staying away. But there were so many there I don t believe Mrs. Lynde s absence would ever be noticed. I don t think, though, that I ought to go very often to horse races, because they ARE awfully fascinating. Diana got so excited that she offered to bet me ten cents that the red horse would win. I didn t believe he would, but I refused to bet, because I wanted to tell Mrs. Allan all about everything, and I felt sure it wouldn t do to tell her that. It s always wrong to do anything you can t tell the minister s wife. It s as good as an extra conscience to have a minister s wife for your friend. And I was very glad I didn t bet, because the red horse DID win, and I would have lost ten cents. So you see that virtue was its own reward. 「virtue was its own reward」 松本訳注第29章(8) p. 517参照 We saw a man go up in a balloon. I d love to go up in a balloon, Marilla; it would be simply thrilling; 仮定法過去：したかったけどしなかった and we saw a man selling fortunes. You paid him ten cents and a little bird picked out your fortune for you. Miss Barry gave Diana and me ten cents each to have our fortunes told. Mine was that I would marry a dark-complected man who was very wealthy, and I would go across water to live. 宣教師と結婚して海外に行く？ I looked carefully at all the dark men I saw after that, but I didn t care much for any of them, and anyhow I suppose it s too early to be looking out for him yet. Oh, it was a never-to-be-forgotten day, Marilla. I was so tired I couldn t sleep at night. Miss Barry put us in the spare room, according to promise. もちろん、これは "Remember, you Anne-girl, when you come to town you re to visit me and I ll put you in my very sparest spare-room bed to sleep." とミス・バリーがアンに言ったこと（CHAPTER XIX A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession） It was an elegant room, Marilla, but somehow sleeping in a spare room isn t what I used to think it was. That s the worst of growing up, and I m beginning to realize it. 大きくなりたいと思っていたのに、大きくなったらそれほどいいものではなかった、というのはいつの時代でも（子供だった）大人の感想。ここにアンの成長が見える The things you wanted so much when you were a child don t seem half so wonderful to you when you get them." Thursday the girls had a drive in the park, and in the evening Miss Barry took them to a concert in the Academy of Music, where a noted prima donna was to sing. To Anne the evening was a glittering vision of delight. "Oh, Marilla, it was beyond description. I was so excited I couldn t even talk, アンははじめからそうでした。「並木道 "Avenue"」＝「歓びの白い路 White Way of Delight」を通ったあとは、馬車に乗っている時間の半分以上 Its beauty seemed to strike the child dumb. という状態でおしゃべりできなかったのですCHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert is surprised so you may know what it was like. I just sat in enraptured silence. Madame Selitsky was perfectly beautiful, and wore white satin and diamonds. But when she began to sing I never thought about anything else. Oh, I can t tell you how I felt. But it seemed to me that it could never be hard to be good any more. I felt like I do when I look up to the stars. Tears came into my eyes, but, oh, they were such happy tears. I was so sorry when it was all over, and I told Miss Barry I didn t see how I was ever to return to common life again. ステイシー先生のクリスマスの演芸会のあともそうでした。 Could she go back to the former quiet pleasures of those faraway days before the concert? At first, as she told Diana, she did not really think she could. CHAPTER XXVI The Story Club Is Formed She said she thought if we went over to the restaurant across the street and had an ice cream it might help me. That sounded so prosaic; アイスクリームに騒いでいたころもあったのに……。think of it, Marilla--ICE CREAM! CHAPTER XIII The Delights of Anticipation but to my surprise I found it true. The ice cream was delicious, Marilla, and it was so lovely and dissipated to be sitting there eating it at eleven o clock at night. Diana said she believed she was born for city life. Miss Barry asked me what my opinion was, but I said I would have to think it over very seriously before I could tell her what I really thought. So I thought it over after I went to bed. That is the best time to think things out. And I came to the conclusion, Marilla, that I wasn t born for city life and that I was glad of it. It s nice to be eating ice cream at brilliant restaurants at eleven o clock at night once in a while; 「restaurants」と複数なのは、特定の体験を話しているのではなく、一般化して話をしているから。なので、「It s」と現在形で話している 「at brilliant restaurants at eleven o clock at night」 松本訳注第29章(9) p. 517参照 松本訳ではここは「夜の十一時に、電灯でまぶしいくらい明るいレストランで」となっています。年代についてもご覧ください。 but as a regular thing I d rather be in the east gable at eleven, sound asleep, but kind of knowing even in my sleep that the stars were shining outside and that the wind was blowing in the firs across the brook. I told Miss Barry so at breakfast the next morning and she laughed. Miss Barry generally laughed at anything I said, even when I said the most solemn things. I don t think I liked it, Marilla, because I wasn t trying to be funny. But she is a most hospitable lady and treated us royally." Friday brought going-home time, and Mr. Barry drove in for the girls. "Well, I hope you ve enjoyed yourselves," said Miss Barry, as she bade them good-bye. "Indeed we have," said Diana. "And you, Anne-girl?" "I ve enjoyed every minute of the time," said Anne, throwing her arms impulsively about the old woman s neck and kissing her wrinkled cheek. Diana would never have dared to do such a thing and felt rather aghast at Anne s freedom. But Miss Barry was pleased, and she stood on her veranda and watched the buggy out of sight. Then she went back into her big house with a sigh. It seemed very lonely, lacking those fresh young lives. Miss Barry was a rather selfish old lady, if the truth must be told, and had never cared much for anybody but herself. She valued people only as they were of service to her or amused her. Anne had amused her, and consequently stood high in the old lady s good graces. But Miss Barry found herself thinking less about Anne s quaint speeches than of her fresh enthusiasms, her transparent emotions, her little winning ways, and the sweetness of her eyes and lips. "I thought Marilla Cuthbert was an old fool when I heard she d adopted a girl out of an orphan asylum," she said to herself, "but I guess she didn t make much of a mistake after all. If I d a child like Anne in the house all the time I d be a better and happier woman." 「If I d a child like Anne」は、If I had ... であり、仮定法過去。「I d be a better and happier woman.」は I would ... Anne and Diana found the drive home as pleasant as the drive in--pleasanter, indeed, since there was the delightful consciousness of home waiting at the end of it. It was sunset when they passed through White Sands and turned into the shore road. シャーロットタウン → 丘もあったりする（往きの記述） → ホワイトサンズ → 海岸道路 → アヴォンリー：地理関係や道筋を考えるのにはヒントになる記述。キャベンディッシュからふつうにシャーロットタウンに行く道筋かと思いますが、調べ足りず、少しわからないところありです 2007年6月17日げんざい Beyond, the Avonlea hills came out darkly against the saffron sky. Behind them the moon was rising out of the sea that grew all radiant and transfigured in her light. 9月の金曜が満月なのはいつ？については、年代についてをご覧ください。完全な満月になるのは、1880年代は全くなく（2日前後のずれを認めればもちろんありますが）、1891年9月18日（金）、1894年9月14日（金）、1897年9月10日（金）しかありません。 Every little cove along the curving road was a marvel of dancing ripples. The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong, fresh air. "Oh, but it s good to be alive and to be going home," breathed Anne. When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the open door shone the hearth fire, sending out its warm red glow athwart the chilly autumn night. Anne ran blithely up the hill and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table. "So you ve got back?" said Marilla, folding up her knitting. "Yes, and oh, it s so good to be back," said Anne joyously. "I could kiss everything, even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled chicken! 「a broiled chicken! 」 松本訳注第29章(10) p. 518参照 You don t mean to say you cooked that for me!" "Yes, I did," said Marilla. "I thought you d be hungry after such a drive and need something real appetizing. Hurry and take off your things, and we ll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in. I m glad you ve got back, I must say. It s been fearful lonesome here without you, and I never put in four longer days." 淋しかったと、こんなにはっきり言われるだなんて……。もちろんアンもそれに応えるというか、帰るときにも家がいいと思い、都会は合わないとミス・バリー に答え、帰ってからも家がいいと思う。これには、アンが孤児院からやってきたときからの思い（But I m glad to think of getting home. You see, I ve never had a real home since I can remember. It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home. Oh, isn t that pretty! CHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert is surprised）があるのを忘れるわけにはいきません After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and Marilla, and gave them a full account of her visit. "I ve had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home." CHAPTER XXVIII UP CHAPTER XXX 17 June 2007 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 17 June 2007 last update 2007-06-17 14 11 37 (Sun)
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CHAPTER XII UP CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XIII The Delights of Anticipation "It s time Anne was in to do her sewing," said Marilla, glancing at the clock and then out into the yellow August afternoon where everything drowsed in the heat. "She stayed playing with Diana more than half an hour more n I gave her leave to; and now she s perched out there on the woodpile talking to Matthew, nineteen to the dozen, when she knows perfectly well she ought to be at her work. And of course he s listening to her like a perfect ninny. I never saw such an infatuated man. The more she talks and the odder the things she says, the more he s delighted evidently. Anne Shirley, you come right in here this minute, do you hear me!" A series of staccato taps on the west window brought Anne flying in from the yard, eyes shining, cheeks faintly flushed with pink, unbraided hair streaming behind her in a torrent of brightness. "Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed breathlessly, "there s going to be a Sunday-school picnic next week--in Mr. Harmon Andrews s field, right near the lake of Shining Waters. And Mrs. Superintendent Bell and Mrs. Rachel Lynde are going to make ice cream--think of it, Marilla--ICE CREAM! And, oh, Marilla, can I go to it?" "Just look at the clock, if you please, Anne. What time did I tell you to come in?" "Two o clock--but isn t it splendid about the picnic, Marilla? Please can I go? Oh, I ve never been to a picnic--I ve dreamed of picnics, but I ve never--" "Yes, I told you to come at two o clock. And it s a quarter to three. I d like to know why you didn t obey me, Anne." "Why, I meant to, Marilla, as much as could be. But you have no idea how fascinating Idlewild is. And then, of course, I had to tell Matthew about the picnic. Matthew is such a sympathetic listener. Please can I go?" "You ll have to learn to resist the fascination of Idlewhatever- you-call-it. When I tell you to come in at a certain time I mean that time and not half an hour later. And you needn t stop to discourse with sympathetic listeners on your way, either. As for the picnic, of course you can go. You re a Sunday-school scholar, and it s not likely I d refuse to let you go when all the other little girls are going." "But--but," faltered Anne, "Diana says that everybody must take a basket of things to eat. I can t cook, as you know, Marilla, and--and--I don t mind going to a picnic without puffed sleeves so much, but I d feel terribly humiliated if I had to go without a basket. It s been preying on my mind ever since Diana told me." "Well, it needn t prey any longer. I ll bake you a basket." "Oh, you dear good Marilla. Oh, you are so kind to me. Oh, I m so much obliged to you." Getting through with her "ohs" Anne cast herself into Marilla s arms and rapturously kissed her sallow cheek. It was the first time in her whole life that childish lips had voluntarily touched Marilla s face. Again that sudden sensation of startling sweetness thrilled her. She was secretly vastly pleased at Anne s impulsive caress, which was probably the reason why she said brusquely "There, there, never mind your kissing nonsense. I d sooner see you doing strictly as you re told. As for cooking, I mean to begin giving you lessons in that some of these days. But you re so featherbrained, Anne, I ve been waiting to see if you d sober down a little and learn to be steady before I begin. You ve got to keep your wits about you in cooking and not stop in the middle of things to let your thoughts rove all over creation. Now, get out your patchwork and have your square done before teatime." "I do NOT like patchwork," said Anne dolefully, hunting out her workbasket and sitting down before a little heap of red and white diamonds with a sigh. "I think some kinds of sewing would be nice; but there s no scope for imagination in patchwork. It s just one little seam after another and you never seem to be getting anywhere. But of course I d rather be Anne of Green Gables sewing patchwork than Anne of any other place with nothing to do but play. I wish time went as quick sewing patches as it does when I m playing with Diana, though. Oh, we do have such elegant times, Marilla. I have to furnish most of the imagination, but I m well able to do that. Diana is simply perfect in every other way. You know that little piece of land across the brook that runs up between our farm and Mr. Barry s. It belongs to Mr. William Bell, and right in the corner there is a little ring of white birch trees--the most romantic spot, Marilla. Diana and I have our playhouse there. We call it Idlewild. Isn t that a poetical name? I assure you it took me some time to think it out. I stayed awake nearly a whole night before I invented it. Then, just as I was dropping off to sleep, it came like an inspiration. Diana was ENRAPTURED when she heard it. We have got our house fixed up elegantly. You must come and see it, Marilla--won t you? We have great big stones, all covered with moss, for seats, and boards from tree to tree for shelves. And we have all our dishes on them. Of course, they re all broken but it s the easiest thing in the world to imagine that they are whole. There s a piece of a plate with a spray of red and yellow ivy on it that is especially beautiful. We keep it in the parlor and we have the fairy glass there, too. The fairy glass is as lovely as a dream. Diana found it out in the woods behind their chicken house. It s all full of rainbows--just little young rainbows that haven t grown big yet--and Diana s mother told her it was broken off a hanging lamp they once had. But it s nice to imagine the fairies lost it one night when they had a ball, so we call it the fairy glass. Matthew is going to make us a table. Oh, we have named that little round pool over in Mr. Barry s field Willowmere. I got that name out of the book Diana lent me. That was a thrilling book, Marilla. The heroine had five lovers. I d be satisfied with one, wouldn t you? She was very handsome and she went through great tribulations. She could faint as easy as anything. I d love to be able to faint, wouldn t you, Marilla? It s so romantic. But I m really very healthy for all I m so thin. I believe I m getting fatter, though. Don t you think I am? I look at my elbows every morning when I get up to see if any dimples are coming. Diana is having a new dress made with elbow sleeves. She is going to wear it to the picnic. Oh, I do hope it will be fine next Wednesday. I don t feel that I could endure the disappointment if anything happened to prevent me from getting to the picnic. I suppose I d live through it, but I m certain it would be a lifelong sorrow. It wouldn t matter if I got to a hundred picnics in after years; they wouldn t make up for missing this one. They re going to have boats on the Lake of Shining Waters--and ice cream, as I told you. I have never tasted ice cream. Diana tried to explain what it was like, but I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination." "Anne, you have talked even on for ten minutes by the clock," said Marilla. "Now, just for curiosity s sake, see if you can hold your tongue for the same length of time." Anne held her tongue as desired. But for the rest of the week she talked picnic and thought picnic and dreamed picnic. On Saturday it rained and she worked herself up into such a frantic state lest it should keep on raining until and over Wednesday that Marilla made her sew an extra patchwork square by way of steadying her nerves. On Sunday Anne confided to Marilla on the way home from church that she grew actually cold all over with excitement when the minister announced the picnic from the pulpit. "Such a thrill as went up and down my back, Marilla! I don t think I d ever really believed until then that there was honestly going to be a picnic. I couldn t help fearing I d only imagined it. But when a minister says a thing in the pulpit you just have to believe it." "You set your heart too much on things, Anne," said Marilla, with a sigh. "I m afraid there ll be a great many disappointments in store for you through life." "Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne. "You mayn t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, `Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed. But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed." Marilla wore her amethyst brooch to church that day as usual. Marilla always wore her amethyst brooch to church. She would have thought it rather sacrilegious to leave it off--as bad as forgetting her Bible or her collection dime. That amethyst brooch was Marilla s most treasured possession. A seafaring uncle had given it to her mother who in turn had bequeathed it to Marilla. It was an old-fashioned oval, containing a braid of her mother s hair, surrounded by a border of very fine amethysts. Marilla knew too little about precious stones to realize how fine the amethysts actually were; but she thought them very beautiful and was always pleasantly conscious of their violet shimmer at her throat, above her good brown satin dress, even although she could not see it. Anne had been smitten with delighted admiration when she first saw that brooch. "Oh, Marilla, it s a perfectly elegant brooch. I don t know how you can pay attention to the sermon or the prayers when you have it on. I couldn t, I know. I think amethysts are just sweet. They are what I used to think diamonds were like. Long ago, before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like. I thought they would be lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a lady s ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn t my idea of a diamond. Will you let me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?" CHAPTER XII UP CHAPTER XIV 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 25 25 (Tue)
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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 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." 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CHAPTER VI UP CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER VII Anne Says Her Prayers When Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly "Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your clothes all about the floor when you took them off. That is a very untidy habit, and I can t allow it at all. As soon as you take off any article of clothing fold it neatly and place it on the chair. I haven t any use at all for little girls who aren t neat." "I was so harrowed up in my mind last night that I didn t think about my clothes at all," said Anne. "I ll fold them nicely tonight. They always made us do that at the asylum. Half the time, though, I d forget, I d be in such a hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine things." "You ll have to remember a little better if you stay here," admonished Marilla. "There, that looks something like. Say your prayers now and get into bed." "I never say any prayers," announced Anne. Marilla looked horrified astonishment. "Why, Anne, what do you mean? Were you never taught to say your prayers? God always wants little girls to say their prayers. Don t you know who God is, Anne?" "`God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in His being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth, " responded Anne promptly and glibly. Marilla looked rather relieved. "So you do know something then, thank goodness! You re not quite a heathen. Where did you learn that?" "Oh, at the asylum Sunday-school. They made us learn the whole catechism. I liked it pretty well. There s something splendid about some of the words. `Infinite, eternal and unchangeable. Isn t that grand? It has such a roll to it--just like a big organ playing. You couldn t quite call it poetry, I suppose, but it sounds a lot like it, doesn t it?" "We re not talking about poetry, Anne--we are talking about saying your prayers. Don t you know it s a terrible wicked thing not to say your prayers every night? I m afraid you are a very bad little girl." "You d find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven t red hair don t know what trouble is. Mrs. Thomas told me that God made my hair red ON PURPOSE, and I ve never cared about Him since. And anyhow I d always be too tired at night to bother saying prayers. People who have to look after twins can t be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?" Marilla decided that Anne s religious training must be begun at once. Plainly there was no time to be lost. "You must say your prayers while you are under my roof, Anne." "Why, of course, if you want me to," assented Anne cheerfully. "I d do anything to oblige you. But you ll have to tell me what to say for this once. After I get into bed I ll imagine out a real nice prayer to say always. I believe that it will be quite interesting, now that I come to think of it." "You must kneel down," said Marilla in embarrassment. Anne knelt at Marilla s knee and looked up gravely. "Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I ll tell you what I d do. I d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I d look up into the sky--up--up--up--into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I d just FEEL a prayer. Well, I m ready. What am I to say?" Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that that simple little prayer, sacred to white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing bout God s love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love. "You re old enough to pray for yourself, Anne," she said finally. "Just thank God for your blessings and ask Him humbly for the things you want." "Well, I ll do my best," promised Anne, burying her face in Marilla s lap. "Gracious heavenly Father--that s the way the ministers say it in church, so I suppose it s all right in private prayer, isn t it?" she interjected, lifting her head for a moment. "Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I m really extremely grateful for them. And that s all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they re so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important. Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me be good-looking when I grow up. I remain, "Yours respectfully, Anne Shirley. "There, did I do all right?" she asked eagerly, getting up. "I could have made it much more flowery if I d had a little more time to think it over." Poor Marilla was only preserved from complete collapse by remembering that it was not irreverence, but simply spiritual ignorance on the part of Anne that was responsible for this extraordinary petition. She tucked the child up in bed, mentally vowing that she should be taught a prayer the very next day, and was leaving the room with the light when Anne called her back. "I ve just thought of it now. I should have said, `Amen in place of `yours respectfully, shouldn t I?--the way the ministers do. I d forgotten it, but I felt a prayer should be finished off in some way, so I put in the other. Do you suppose it will make any difference?" "I--I don t suppose it will," said Marilla. "Go to sleep now like a good child. Good night." "I can only say good night tonight with a clear conscience," said Anne, cuddling luxuriously down among her pillows. Marilla retreated to the kitchen, set the candle firmly on the table, and glared at Matthew. "Matthew Cuthbert, it s about time somebody adopted that child and taught her something. She s next door to a perfect heathen. Will you believe that she never said a prayer in her life till tonight? I ll send her to the manse tomorrow and borrow the Peep of the Day series, that s what I ll do. And she shall go to Sunday-school just as soon as I can get some suitable clothes made for her. I foresee that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can t get through this world without our share of trouble. I ve had a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I ll just have to make the best of it." CHAPTER VI UP CHAPTER VIII 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 30 24 (Tue)
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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 II 前半 UP CHAPTER III? CHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert is surprised 第2章 マシュー・カスバートの驚き（松本訳） の続き That was not what Mrs. Spencer had said; neither had the child tumbled out of the buggy nor had Matthew done anything astonishing. They had simply rounded a curve in the road and found themselves in the "Avenue." The "Avenue," so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, 400～500ヤード＝365～451 m completely arched over with huge, wide-spreading apple-trees, planted years ago by an eccentric old farmer. Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. 「snowy fragrant bloom」これが桜だったなら、fragrant bloomにはならない。木の肌や枝振りからも違いはわかるでしょうけれども、花の匂いがすると、どんな木かもわかるのでしょう Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle. Its beauty seemed to strike the child dumb. She leaned back in the buggy, her thin hands clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendor above. 「rapturously」狂喜して。これ以降、raptとその仲間の単語が連発されます（4回） Even when they had passed out and were driving down the long slope to Newbridge she never moved or spoke. Still with rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west, with eyes that saw visions trooping splendidly across that glowing background. Through Newbridge, a bustling little village where dogs barked at them and small boys hooted and curious faces peered from the windows, they drove, still in silence. When three more miles had dropped away behind them the child had not spoken. She could keep silence, it was evident, as energetically as she could talk. "I guess you re feeling pretty tired and hungry," Matthew ventured to say at last, accounting for her long visitation of dumbness with the only reason he could think of. "But we haven t very far to go now--only another mile." She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with the dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wondering afar, star-led. "Oh, Mr. Cuthbert," she whispered, "that place we came through--that white place--what was it?" "Well now, you must mean the Avenue," said Matthew after a few moments profound reflection. "It is a kind of pretty place." "Pretty? Oh, PRETTY doesn t seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don t go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful--wonderful. It s the first thing I ever saw that couldn t be improved upon by imagination. It just satisfies me here"--she put one hand on her breast--"it made a queer funny ache and yet it was a pleasant ache. Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?" "Well now, I just can t recollect that I ever had." "I have it lots of time--whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn t call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it--let me see--the White Way of Delight. 「the White Way of Delight」おしゃべり以外でアンを特徴づけるエピソードと名付け癖。この「並木道」は訳者のみなさんを悩ませたような感じを受けます。歓喜の白路（村岡訳）→歓喜の白い路（中村訳）→歓喜の白い道（神山訳）→歓喜の白路（茅野訳）→歓びの白い路（松本訳）→喜びの白い道（掛川訳）。茅野訳を除けば、古い順に難しい漢字から易しい漢字の使い方になっていきます。耳で聞くなら、カンキノハクロではなくヨロコビノシロイミチがわかりやすいのですが、big wordsをたくさん使うアンの言葉ならば、漢語のほうが適切なのかも、と思えなくもありません。ちなみにアニメーションは神山訳に基くそうですけど、カンキノシロイミチではなく「ヨロコビノシロイミチ」で、音優先のようです Isn t that a nice imaginative name? When I don t like the name of a place or a person I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. There was a girl at the asylum whose name was Hepzibah Jenkins, 「Hepzibah Jenkins」松本訳注第2章(13) p. 458参照 but I always imagined her as Rosalia DeVere. 「DeVere」 Puffin Books版では、De Vere と De と Vere の間に空白が入っている 「Rosalia DeVere」松本訳注第2章(14) p. 458参照 Other people may call that place the Avenue, but I shall always call it the White Way of Delight. Have we really only another mile to go before we get home? I m glad and I m sorry. I m sorry because this drive has been so pleasant and I m always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. And it s so often the case that it isn t pleasanter. That has been my experience anyhow. But I m glad to think of getting home. You see, I ve never had a real home since I can remember. It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home. 「home」このおしゃべりの中だけで4回 home が出てくる。アンは get(tting) home に着くと表現もしていますが、地の文では house に到着と表現され（By the time they arrived at the house とか she followed him into the house）、home ではなく、建物としての家となる Oh, isn t that pretty!" They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond, looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber-hued belt of sand-hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues--the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found. Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows. 「maple」Acer sp. カエデ。プリンスエドワード島には、カエデの仲間が複数種あるようです。ここに出てくるmapleがどの種類かは確定できません（やはりプリンスエドワード島に行かねばわからない……）。ですが、アヴォンリーにも確実にあるはずなのは、サトウカエデAcer saccharum。写真は、ヴァンダービルト大学の生物科学科 Steve Baskauf さんのページ、ウィキペディア（英）をどうぞ Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white-clad girl tip-toeing to her own reflection. 「clad」clotheの過去分詞 From the marsh at the head of the pond came the clear, mournfully-sweet chorus of the frogs. 「frogs」カエルの種類は調べきれていません。数少ない動物の音。この『アン』には、あまり動物の声は表現されていません。木々（植物）の様子や風景の描写はたくさんありますが、動物は少ない There was a little gray house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and, although it was not yet quite dark, a light was shining from one of its windows. "That s Barry s pond," said Matthew. "Oh, I don t like that name, either. I shall call it--let me see--the Lake of Shining Waters. 「the Lake of Shining Waters」湖水か湖か。直訳すると「水が輝いている湖」「輝く水の湖」なんでしょうけど、ミズとミズウミと音が重なってしまうので（語源が水海だから仕方ありませんが）、これではよい訳にはなりません。輝く湖水（村岡訳）、輝く湖（中村訳）、輝く湖水（神山訳）、輝きの湖水（茅野訳）、輝く湖水（松本訳）、輝く湖（掛川訳）。ちなみにアニメーションは神山訳に基くそうですけど、「きらめきの湖」。英語にとらわれていない分、耳で聞いてわかりやすい（誰がこうしたんでしょう？） Yes, that is the right name for it. I know because of the thrill. When I hit on a name that suits exactly it gives me a thrill. Do things ever give you a thrill?" Matthew ruminated. "Well now, yes. It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds. I hate the look of them." "Oh, I don t think that can be exactly the same kind of a thrill. Do you think it can? There doesn t seem to be much connection between grubs and lakes of shining waters, does there? But why do other people call it Barry s pond?" "I reckon because Mr. Barry lives up there in that house. Orchard Slope s the name of his place. If it wasn t for that big bush behind it you could see Green Gables from here. But we have to go over the bridge and round by the road, so it s near half a mile further." "Has Mr. Barry any little girls? Well, not so very little either--about my size." 「about my size.」size は、大きさであって年齢は指さないとは思うのですが、アンはsize を使っている。答えるマシューも年齢を言う。子供は体の大きさをいうより年齢をいうほうがいいのは当然ですが、size と尋ねるところに不思議さを感じました。なお、Puffin Books版では、ピリオドで終わらず、クエスチョンマーク "He s got one about eleven. 「He s got」He has got = He has。have got = have イギリス英語 Her name is Diana." 「Diana」松本訳注第2章(15) p. 459参照 "Oh!" with a long indrawing of breath. "What a perfectly lovely name!" "Well now, I dunno. There s something dreadful heathenish about it, seems to me. 「dreadful heathenish」恐しいほど異教徒のよう。Diana はローマ神話の女神（ウィキペディア（日））なので、キリスト教徒から見ると異教徒の名前。sensibleでないとマシューが思う（次の言葉）のはこのため I d ruther Jane or Mary or some sensible name like that. But when Diana was born there was a schoolmaster boarding there and they gave him the naming of her and he called her Diana." 「they gave him ...」この they は、Barrys（バリー家の人々、または、Mr and Mrs Barry） のはずですが、指している単語はありません。him は a schoolmaster。この校長先生は男性（女性なら、schoolmistress）。ステイシー先生が来るまで、アヴォンリーでは女性の先生はいなかったので（CHAPTER XXII with impression? Anne is Invited Out to Tea）、アヴォンリーの学校の校長なら女性であるはずはありません。が、しかし、アヴォンリーの学校は先生一人の学校なので、ここで言う schoolmaster がどういう立場なのかは不明 "I wish there had been a schoolmaster like that around when I was born, then. これは、「アンは、落ちついたほんとうにいい名前です」とマリラに言われる伏線。"Anne is a real good plain sensible name." CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised Oh, here we are at the bridge. I m going to shut my eyes tight. I m always afraid going over bridges. I can t help imagining that perhaps just as we get to the middle, they ll crumple up like a jack-knife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when I think we re getting near the middle. 「open them」の them は前の文の my eyes Because, you see, if the bridge DID crumple up I d want to SEE it crumple. 仮定法過去 What a jolly rumble it makes! I always like the rumble part of it. Isn t it splendid there are so many things to like in this world? There we re over. Now I ll look back. Good night, dear Lake of Shining Waters. I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people. I think they like it. That water looks as if it was smiling at me." 「Good night」を言う。でも、アンは、次章で、そう言われて傷つく、の伏線 CHAPTER III with impression? Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised When they had driven up the further hill and around a corner Matthew said "We re pretty near home now. That s Green Gables over--" "Oh, don t tell me," she interrupted breathlessly, catching at his partially raised arm and shutting her eyes that she might not see his gesture. "Let me guess. I m sure I ll guess right." She opened her eyes and looked about her. They were on the crest of a hill. The sun had set some time since, 「since」前に but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. To the west a dark church spire rose up against a marigold sky. 「a marigold sky」松本訳注第2章(16) p. 459参照 Below was a little valley and beyond a long, gently-rising slope with snug farmsteads scattered along it. From one to another the child s eyes darted, eager and wistful. At last they lingered on one away to the left, 「they lingered on」linger 長居する、ぐずぐずする、いつまでも思案する。pointed のような単語ではないのは、アンがすぐにわかったことしていないことが伝わる。ここだけでは、悩んだのか、わかったけれでもすぐ言うと dream が覚めてしまいそうでいやだったのか、そういったことはわからない。とにかく、即断即決という様子ではない目の動きをした。they は child s eyes far back from the road, 「far back from the road」グリーンゲイブルズは道路から奥まったところにあると前章で紹介されている。"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." CHAPTER I with impression Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised dimly white with blossoming trees in the twilight of the surrounding woods. Over it, in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal-white star was shining like a lamp of guidance and promise. 「in the stainless southwest sky, a great crystal-white star」南西の空に白く輝く大きな星。この星は何？ここでは、すこし無理して、しし座のレグルス、と一応の結論としておきます。6月11日の日没後（8時）に南から西に見える明るい星（1等星以上）は、おとめ座のスピカ（青白色：ほぼ南）、しし座のレグルス（白色：西南西）、ふたご座のポルックス（黄みの橙色、ほとんど西）、こいぬ座のプロキオン（黄色、高度が低くて見えないかも）の4つ。このうち西側に見える白い星はレグルスだけ。高度も十分あります。9時ごろになって、ようやくスピカが南南西（南中が8時10分頃）。モードが意識していたかどうかはわかりませんが（意識していないに違いありませんが）、どんぴしゃの星はありません……。参考になりそうなページをいくつか。6月15日の21時の空はつるちゃんのプラネタリウムの６月の星空。レグルスの説明はつるちゃんのプラネタリウムのレグルス、ウィキペディア（日）。スピカの説明はつるちゃんのプラネタリウムのスピカ、ウィキペディア（日）。星座早見で6月11日の日没の時刻を調べたら、北緯45度では7時40分ごろ。シャーロットタウンが46度14分なので、誤差は小さいはず。8時なら「The sun had set some time since」として問題なし。9時は遅すぎる気がします。夜9時すぎに見える南西の白い星ならば、おとめ座のスピカで決まりですが…… "That s it, isn t it?" she said, pointing. Matthew slapped the reins on the sorrel s back delightedly. "Well now, you ve guessed it! But I reckon Mrs. Spencer described it so s you could tell." 「so s」＝ so as "No, she didn t--really she didn t. All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places. I hadn t any real idea what it looked like. But just as soon as I saw it I felt it was home. 「home」アンは home という Oh, it seems as if I must be in a dream. Do you know, my arm must be black and blue from the elbow up, 「from the elbow up」肘より up。ということは、肩のほう？、手のほう？ 肘から先（松本訳、中村訳）、肘のところから（村岡訳：これは肘より先と解釈するほうが自然？）、ひじから上（神山訳）、肘より上（茅野訳、掛川訳）。肘より上（肩のほう、上腕、二の腕）は upper arm、肘より先（前腕）は forearm というそうですが（ウィキペディア（英））、これは少々医学に偏っている使い方なので、実際のおしゃべりで、up がどっちなのかは不明。夢かどうか確かめるためにつねるのはどこ？と当時のプリンスエドワード島の人に尋ねないとだめかもしれませんが、今となっては不可能。右の頬ではないようですけど（日本ならそうじゃないかしら） for I ve pinched myself so many times today. Every little while a horrible sickening feeling would come over me and I d be so afraid it was all a dream. Then I d pinch myself to see if it was real--until suddenly I remembered that even supposing it was only a dream I d better go on dreaming as long as I could; so I stopped pinching. But it IS real and we re nearly home." With a sigh of rapture she relapsed into silence. Matthew stirred uneasily. アンに home を連発され、「we re nearly home」と言われれば落ち着かなくなるのは当然 He felt glad that it would be Marilla and not he who would have to tell this waif of the world that the home she longed for was not to be hers after all. 「hers」＝ her home They drove over Lynde s Hollow, where it was already quite dark, but not so dark that Mrs. Rachel could not see them from her window vantage, and up the hill and into the long lane of Green Gables. By the time they arrived at the house 「the house」ここでは、home ではない。建物としての house Matthew was shrinking from the approaching revelation with an energy he did not understand. It was 「It」これは、an energy でしょうか not of Marilla or himself he was thinking of the trouble this mistake was probably going to make for them, but of the child s disappointment. When he thought of that rapt light being quenched in her eyes he had an uncomfortable feeling that he was going to assist at murdering something--much the same feeling that came over him when he had to kill a lamb or calf or any other innocent little creature. The yard was quite dark as they turned into it and the poplar leaves were rustling silkily all round it. "Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!" Then, holding tightly to the carpet-bag which contained "all her worldly goods," she followed him into the house. 「the house」アンは、home ではなく、建物に入っていく CHAPTER II 前半 UP CHAPTER III? 8 October 2007 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 8 October 2007 last update 2007-10-08 18 51 44 (Mon)
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CHAPTER XXX UP CHAPTER XXXII CHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River Meet 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. 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." 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; 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," she declared as she brought her books down from the attic. "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, 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 and then we ll be left and have to turn to and break in another green preacher. 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? 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." "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 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?" 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. But there, I shouldn t talk so. Rachel is a good Christian woman and she means well. There isn t a kinder soul in Avonlea 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. 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. 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. 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. 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, 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. 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. 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." 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. Apart from her studies Anne expanded socially, for Marilla, mindful of the Spencervale doctor s dictum, no longer vetoed occasional outings. 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. 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, 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. 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--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." "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!" There were other changes in Anne no less real than the physical change. 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?" Anne colored and laughed a little, 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. 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. 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." "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." "You ve only two more months before the Entrance," said Marilla. "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. 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. "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, the beckoning day of breeze and blue, and the green things upspringing in the garden, buried herself resolutely in her book. 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CHAPTER XX UP CHAPTER XXII CHAPTER XXI A New Departure in Flavorings "Dear me, there is nothing but meetings and partings in this world, as Mrs. Lynde says," remarked Anne plaintively, putting her slate and books down on the kitchen table on the last day of June and wiping her red eyes with a very damp handkerchief. "Wasn t it fortunate, Marilla, that I took an extra handkerchief to school today? I had a presentiment that it would be needed." "I never thought you were so fond of Mr. Phillips that you d require two handkerchiefs to dry your tears just because he was going away," said Marilla. "I don t think I was crying because I was really so very fond of him," reflected Anne. "I just cried because all the others did. It was Ruby Gillis started it. Ruby Gillis has always declared she hated Mr. Phillips, but just as soon as he got up to make his farewell speech she burst into tears. Then all the girls began to cry, one after the other. I tried to hold out, Marilla. I tried to remember the time Mr. Phillips made me sit with Gil--with a, boy; and the time he spelled my name without an e on the blackboard; and how he said I was the worst dunce he ever saw at geometry and laughed at my spelling; and all the times he had been so horrid and sarcastic; but somehow I couldn t, Marilla, and I just had to cry too. Jane Andrews has been talking for a month about how glad she d be when Mr. Phillips went away and she declared she d never shed a tear. Well, she was worse than any of us and had to borrow a handkerchief from her brother--of course the boys didn t cry--because she hadn t brought one of her own, not expecting to need it. Oh, Marilla, it was heartrending. Mr. Phillips made such a beautiful farewell speech beginning, `The time has come for us to part. It was very affecting. And he had tears in his eyes too, Marilla. Oh, I felt dreadfully sorry and remorseful for all the times I d talked in school and drawn pictures of him on my slate and made fun of him and Prissy. I can tell you I wished I d been a model pupil like Minnie Andrews. She hadn t anything on her conscience. The girls cried all the way home from school. Carrie Sloane kept saying every few minutes, `The time has come for us to part, and that would start us off again whenever we were in any danger of cheering up. I do feel dreadfully sad, Marilla. But one can t feel quite in the depths of despair with two months vacation before them, can they, Marilla? And besides, we met the new minister and his wife coming from the station. For all I was feeling so bad about Mr. Phillips going away I couldn t help taking a little interest in a new minister, could I? His wife is very pretty. Not exactly regally lovely, of course--it wouldn t do, I suppose, for a minister to have a regally lovely wife, because it might set a bad example. Mrs. Lynde says the minister s wife over at Newbridge sets a very bad example because she dresses so fashionably. Our new minister s wife was dressed in blue muslin with lovely puffed sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses. Jane Andrews said she thought puffed sleeves were too worldly for a minister s wife, but I didn t make any such uncharitable remark, Marilla, because I know what it is to long for puffed sleeves. Besides, she s only been a minister s wife for a little while, so one should make allowances, shouldn t they? They are going to board with Mrs. Lynde until the manse is ready." If Marilla, in going down to Mrs. Lynde s that evening, was actuated by any motive save her avowed one of returning the quilting frames she had borrowed the preceding winter, it was an amiable weakness shared by most of the Avonlea people. Many a thing Mrs. Lynde had lent, sometimes never expecting to see it again, came home that night in charge of the borrowers thereof. A new minister, and moreover a minister with a wife, was a lawful object of curiosity in a quiet little country settlement where sensations were few and far between. Old Mr. Bentley, the minister whom Anne had found lacking in imagination, had been pastor of Avonlea for eighteen years. He was a widower when he came, and a widower he remained, despite the fact that gossip regularly married him to this, that, or the other one, every year of his sojourn. In the preceding February he had resigned his charge and departed amid the regrets of his people, most of whom had the affection born of long intercourse for their good old minister in spite of his shortcomings as an orator. Since then the Avonlea church had enjoyed a variety of religious dissipation in listening to the many and various candidates and "supplies" who came Sunday after Sunday to preach on trial. These stood or fell by the judgment of the fathers and mothers in Israel; but a certain small, red-haired girl who sat meekly in the corner of the old Cuthbert pew also had her opinions about them and discussed the same in full with Matthew, Marilla always declining from principle to criticize ministers in any shape or form. "I don t think Mr. Smith would have done, Matthew" was Anne s final summing up. "Mrs. Lynde says his delivery was so poor, but I think his worst fault was just like Mr. Bentley s--he had no imagination. And Mr. Terry had too much; he let it run away with him just as I did mine in the matter of the Haunted Wood. Besides, Mrs. Lynde says his theology wasn t sound. Mr. Gresham was a very good man and a very religious man, but he told too many funny stories and made the people laugh in church; he was undignified, and you must have some dignity about a minister, mustn t you, Matthew? I thought Mr. Marshall was decidedly attractive; but Mrs. Lynde says he isn t married, or even engaged, because she made special inquiries about him, and she says it would never do to have a young unmarried minister in Avonlea, because he might marry in the congregation and that would make trouble. Mrs. Lynde is a very farseeing woman, isn t she, Matthew? I m very glad they ve called Mr. Allan. I liked him because his sermon was interesting and he prayed as if he meant it and not just as if he did it because he was in the habit of it. Mrs. Lynde says he isn t perfect, but she says she supposes we couldn t expect a perfect minister for seven hundred and fifty dollars a year, and anyhow his theology is sound because she questioned him thoroughly on all the points of doctrine. And she knows his wife s people and they are most respectable and the women are all good housekeepers. Mrs. Lynde says that sound doctrine in the man and good housekeeping in the woman make an ideal combination for a minister s family." The new minister and his wife were a young, pleasant-faced couple, still on their honeymoon, and full of all good and beautiful enthusiasms for their chosen lifework. Avonlea opened its heart to them from the start. Old and young liked the frank, cheerful young man with his high ideals, and the bright, gentle little lady who assumed the mistress-ship of the manse. With Mrs. Allan Anne fell promptly and wholeheartedly in love. She had discovered another kindred spirit. "Mrs. Allan is perfectly lovely," she announced one Sunday afternoon. "She s taken our class and she s a splendid teacher. She said right away she didn t think it was fair for the teacher to ask all the questions, and you know, Marilla, that is exactly what I ve always thought. She said we could ask her any question we liked and I asked ever so many. I m good at asking questions, Marilla." "I believe you" was Marilla s emphatic comment. "Nobody else asked any except Ruby Gillis, and she asked if there was to be a Sunday-school picnic this summer. I didn t think that was a very proper question to ask because it hadn t any connection with the lesson--the lesson was about Daniel in the lions den--but Mrs. Allan just smiled and said she thought there would be. Mrs. Allan has a lovely smile; she has such EXQUISITE dimples in her cheeks. I wish I had dimples in my cheeks, Marilla. I m not half so skinny as I was when I came here, but I have no dimples yet. If I had perhaps I could influence people for good. Mrs. Allan said we ought always to try to influence other people for good. She talked so nice about everything. I never knew before that religion was such a cheerful thing. I always thought it was kind of melancholy, but Mrs. Allan s isn t, and I d like to be a Christian if I could be one like her. I wouldn t want to be one like Mr. Superintendent Bell." "It s very naughty of you to speak so about Mr. Bell," said Marilla severely. "Mr. Bell is a real good man." "Oh, of course he s good," agreed Anne, "but he doesn t seem to get any comfort out of it. If I could be good I d dance and sing all day because I was glad of it. I suppose Mrs. Allan is too old to dance and sing and of course it wouldn t be dignified in a minister s wife. But I can just feel she s glad she s a Christian and that she d be one even if she could get to heaven without it." "I suppose we must have Mr. and Mrs. Allan up to tea someday soon," said Marilla reflectively. "They ve been most everywhere but here. Let me see. Next Wednesday would be a good time to have them. But don t say a word to Matthew about it, for if he knew they were coming he d find some excuse to be away that day. He d got so used to Mr. Bentley he didn t mind him, but he s going to find it hard to get acquainted with a new minister, and a new minister s wife will frighten him to death." "I ll be as secret as the dead," assured Anne. "But oh, Marilla, will you let me make a cake for the occasion? I d love to do something for Mrs. Allan, and you know I can make a pretty good cake by this time." "You can make a layer cake," promised Marilla. Monday and Tuesday great preparations went on at Green Gables. Having the minister and his wife to tea was a serious and important undertaking, and Marilla was determined not to be eclipsed by any of the Avonlea housekeepers. Anne was wild with excitement and delight. She talked it all over with Diana Tuesday night in the twilight, as they sat on the big red stones by the Dryad s Bubble and made rainbows in the water with little twigs dipped in fir balsam. "Everything is ready, Diana, except my cake which I m to make in the morning, and the baking-powder biscuits which Marilla will make just before teatime. I assure you, Diana, that Marilla and I have had a busy two days of it. It s such a responsibility having a minister s family to tea. I never went through such an experience before. You should just see our pantry. It s a sight to behold. We re going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue. We re to have two kinds of jelly, red and yellow, and whipped cream and lemon pie, and cherry pie, and three kinds of cookies, and fruit cake, and Marilla s famous yellow plum preserves that she keeps especially for ministers, and pound cake and layer cake, and biscuits as aforesaid; and new bread and old both, in case the minister is dyspeptic and can t eat new. Mrs. Lynde says ministers are dyspeptic, but I don t think Mr. Allan has been a minister long enough for it to have had a bad effect on him. I just grow cold when I think of my layer cake. Oh, Diana, what if it shouldn t be good! I dreamed last night that I was chased all around by a fearful goblin with a big layer cake for a head." "It ll be good, all right," assured Diana, who was a very comfortable sort of friend. "I m sure that piece of the one you made that we had for lunch in Idlewild two weeks ago was perfectly elegant." "Yes; but cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good," sighed Anne, setting a particularly well-balsamed twig afloat. "However, I suppose I shall just have to trust to Providence and be careful to put in the flour. Oh, look, Diana, what a lovely rainbow! Do you suppose the dryad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf?" "You know there is no such thing as a dryad," said Diana. Diana s mother had found out about the Haunted Wood and had been decidedly angry over it. As a result Diana had abstained from any further imitative flights of imagination and did not think it prudent to cultivate a spirit of belief even in harmless dryads. "But it s so easy to imagine there is," said Anne. "Every night before I go to bed, I look out of my window and wonder if the dryad is really sitting here, combing her locks with the spring for a mirror. Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning. Oh, Diana, don t give up your faith in the dryad!" Wednesday morning came. Anne got up at sunrise because she was too excited to sleep. She had caught a severe cold in the head by reason of her dabbling in the spring on the preceding evening; but nothing short of absolute pneumonia could have quenched her interest in culinary matters that morning. After breakfast she proceeded to make her cake. When she finally shut the oven door upon it she drew a long breath. "I m sure I haven t forgotten anything this time, Marilla. But do you think it will rise? Just suppose perhaps the baking powder isn t good? I used it out of the new can. And Mrs. Lynde says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays when everything is so adulterated. Mrs. Lynde says the Government ought to take the matter up, but she says we ll never see the day when a Tory Government will do it. Marilla, what if that cake doesn t rise?" "We ll have plenty without it" was Marilla s unimpassioned way of looking at the subject. The cake did rise, however, and came out of the oven as light and feathery as golden foam. Anne, flushed with delight, clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly and, in imagination, saw Mrs. Allan eating it and possibly asking for another piece! "You ll be using the best tea set, of course, Marilla," she said. "Can I fix the table with ferns and wild roses?" "I think that s all nonsense," sniffed Marilla. "In my opinion it s the eatables that matter and not flummery decorations." "Mrs. Barry had HER table decorated," said Anne, who was not entirely guiltless of the wisdom of the serpent, "and the minister paid her an elegant compliment. He said it was a feast for the eye as well as the palate." "Well, do as you like," said Marilla, who was quite determined not to be surpassed by Mrs. Barry or anybody else. "Only mind you leave enough room for the dishes and the food." Anne laid herself out to decorate in a manner and after a fashion that should leave Mrs. Barry s nowhere. Having abundance of roses and ferns and a very artistic taste of her own, she made that tea table such a thing of beauty that when the minister and his wife sat down to it they exclaimed in chorus over it loveliness. "It s Anne s doings," said Marilla, grimly just; and Anne felt that Mrs. Allan s approving smile was almost too much happiness for this world. Matthew was there, having been inveigled into the party only goodness and Anne knew how. He had been in such a state of shyness and nervousness that Marilla had given him up in despair, but Anne took him in hand so successfully that he now sat at the table in his best clothes and white collar and talked to the minister not uninterestingly. He never said a word to Mrs. Allan, but that perhaps was not to be expected. All went merry as a marriage bell until Anne s layer cake was passed. Mrs. Allan, having already been helped to a bewildering variety, declined it. But Marilla, seeing the disappointment on Anne s face, said smilingly "Oh, you must take a piece of this, Mrs. Allan. Anne made it on purpose for you." "In that case I must sample it," laughed Mrs. Allan, helping herself to a plump triangle, as did also the minister and Marilla. Mrs. Allan took a mouthful of hers and a most peculiar expression crossed her face; not a word did she say, however, but steadily ate away at it. Marilla saw the expression and hastened to taste the cake. "Anne Shirley!" she exclaimed, "what on earth did you put into that cake?" "Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla," cried Anne with a look of anguish. "Oh, isn t it all right?" "All right! It s simply horrible. Mr. Allan, don t try to eat it. Anne, taste it yourself. What flavoring did you use?" "Vanilla," said Anne, her face scarlet with mortification after tasting the cake. "Only vanilla. Oh, Marilla, it must have been the baking powder. I had my suspicions of that bak--" "Baking powder fiddlesticks! Go and bring me the bottle of vanilla you used." Anne fled to the pantry and returned with a small bottle partially filled with a brown liquid and labeled yellowly, "Best Vanilla." Marilla took it, uncorked it, smelled it. "Mercy on us, Anne, you ve flavored that cake with ANODYNE LINIMENT. I broke the liniment bottle last week and poured what was left into an old empty vanilla bottle. I suppose it s partly my fault--I should have warned you--but for pity s sake why couldn t you have smelled it?" Anne dissolved into tears under this double disgrace. "I couldn t--I had such a cold!" and with this she fairly fled to the gable chamber, where she cast herself on the bed and wept as one who refuses to be comforted. Presently a light step sounded on the stairs and somebody entered the room. "Oh, Marilla," sobbed Anne, without looking up, "I m disgraced forever. I shall never be able to live this down. It will get out--things always do get out in Avonlea. Diana will ask me how my cake turned out and I shall have to tell her the truth. I shall always be pointed at as the girl who flavored a cake with anodyne liniment. Gil--the boys in school will never get over laughing at it. Oh, Marilla, if you have a spark of Christian pity don t tell me that I must go down and wash the dishes after this. I ll wash them when the minister and his wife are gone, but I cannot ever look Mrs. Allan in the face again. Perhaps she ll think I tried to poison her. Mrs. Lynde says she knows an orphan girl who tried to poison her benefactor. But the liniment isn t poisonous. It s meant to be taken internally--although not in cakes. Won t you tell Mrs. Allan so, Marilla?" "Suppose you jump up and tell her so yourself," said a merry voice. Anne flew up, to find Mrs. Allan standing by her bed, surveying her with laughing eyes. "My dear little girl, you mustn t cry like this," she said, genuinely disturbed by Anne s tragic face. "Why, it s all just a funny mistake that anybody might make." "Oh, no, it takes me to make such a mistake," said Anne forlornly. "And I wanted to have that cake so nice for you, Mrs. Allan." "Yes, I know, dear. And I assure you I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness just as much as if it had turned out all right. Now, you mustn t cry any more, but come down with me and show me your flower garden. Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all your own. I want to see it, for I m very much interested in flowers." Anne permitted herself to be led down and comforted, reflecting that it was really providential that Mrs. Allan was a kindred spirit. Nothing more was said about the liniment cake, and when the guests went away Anne found that she had enjoyed the evening more than could have been expected, considering that terrible incident. Nevertheless, she sighed deeply. "Marilla, isn t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?" "I ll warrant you ll make plenty in it," said Marilla. "I never saw your beat for making mistakes, Anne." "Yes, and well I know it," admitted Anne mournfully. "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice." "I don t know as that s much benefit when you re always making new ones." "Oh, don t you see, Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I ll be through with them. That s a very comforting thought." "Well, you d better go and give that cake to the pigs," said Marilla. "It isn t fit for any human to eat, not even Jerry Boute." 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