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CHAPTER XXXIII UP CHAPTER XXXV CHAPTER XXXIV A Queen s Girl The next three weeks were busy ones at Green Gables, for Anne was getting ready to go to Queen s, and there was much sewing to be done, and many things to be talked over and arranged. Anne s outfit was ample and pretty, for Matthew saw to that, and Marilla for once made no objections whatever to anything he purchased or suggested. More-- one evening she went up to the east gable with her arms full of a delicate pale green material. "Anne, here s something for a nice light dress for you. I don t suppose you really need it; you ve plenty of pretty waists; but I thought maybe you d like something real dressy to wear if you were asked out anywhere of an evening in town, to a party or anything like that. I hear that Jane and Ruby and Josie have got `evening dresses, as they call them, and I don t mean you shall be behind them. I got Mrs. Allan to help me pick it in town last week, and we ll get Emily Gillis to make it for you. Emily has got taste, and her fits aren t to be equaled." "Oh, Marilla, it s just lovely," said Anne. "Thank you so much. I don t believe you ought to be so kind to me--it s making it harder every day for me to go away." The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily s taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew s and Marilla s benefit, and recited "The Maiden s Vow" for them in the kitchen. As Marilla watched the bright, animated face and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had arrived at Green Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her preposterous yellowish-brown wincey dress, the heartbreak looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in the memory brought tears to Marilla s own eyes. "I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Marilla," said Anne gaily stooping over Marilla s chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady s cheek. "Now, I call that a positive triumph." "No, I wasn t crying over your piece," said Marilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff. "I just couldn t help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways. You ve grown up now and you re going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so--so--different altogether in that dress--as if you didn t belong in Avonlea at all-- and I just got lonesome thinking it all over." "Marilla!" Anne sat down on Marilla s gingham lap, took Marilla s lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla s eyes. "I m not a bit changed-- not really. I m only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won t make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life." Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla s faded one, and reached out a hand to pat Matthew s shoulder. Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne s power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing that she need never let her go. Matthew, with a suspicious moisture in his eyes, got up and went out-of-doors. Under the stars of the blue summer night he walked agitatedly across the yard to the gate under the poplars. "Well now, I guess she ain t been much spoiled," he muttered, proudly. "I guess my putting in my oar occasional never did much harm after all. She s smart and pretty, and loving, too, which is better than all the rest. She s been a blessing to us, and there never was a luckier mistake than what Mrs. Spencer made--if it WAS luck. I don t believe it was any such thing. It was Providence, because the Almighty saw we needed her, I reckon." The day finally came when Anne must go to town. She and Matthew drove in one fine September morning, after a tearful parting with Diana and an untearful practical one-- on Marilla s side at least--with Marilla. But when Anne had gone Diana dried her tears and went to a beach picnic at White Sands with some of her Carmody cousins, where she contrived to enjoy herself tolerably well; while Marilla plunged fiercely into unnecessary work and kept at it all day long with the bitterest kind of heartache--the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears. But that night, when Marilla went to bed, acutely and miserably conscious that the little gable room at the end of the hall was untenanted by any vivid young life and unstirred by any soft breathing, she buried her face in her pillow, and wept for her girl in a passion of sobs that appalled her when she grew calm enough to reflect how very wicked it must be to take on so about a sinful fellow creature. Anne and the rest of the Avonlea scholars reached town just in time to hurry off to the Academy. That first day passed pleasantly enough in a whirl of excitement, meeting all the new students, learning to know the professors by sight and being assorted and organized into classes. Anne intended taking up the Second Year work being advised to do so by Miss Stacy; Gilbert Blythe elected to do the same. This meant getting a First Class teacher s license in one year instead of two, if they were successful; but it also meant much more and harder work. Jane, Ruby, Josie, Charlie, and Moody Spurgeon, not being troubled with the stirrings of ambition, were content to take up the Second Class work. Anne was conscious of a pang of loneliness when she found herself in a room with fifty other students, not one of whom she knew, except the tall, brown-haired boy across the room; and knowing him in the fashion she did, did not help her much, as she reflected pessimistically. Yet she was undeniably glad that they were in the same class; the old rivalry could still be carried on, and Anne would hardly have known what to do if it had been lacking. "I wouldn t feel comfortable without it," she thought. "Gilbert looks awfully determined. I suppose he s making up his mind, here and now, to win the medal. What a splendid chin he has! I never noticed it before. I do wish Jane and Ruby had gone in for First Class, too. I suppose I won t feel so much like a cat in a strange garret when I get acquainted, though. I wonder which of the girls here are going to be my friends. It s really an interesting speculation. Of course I promised Diana that no Queen s girl, no matter how much I liked her, should ever be as dear to me as she is; but I ve lots of second-best affections to bestow. I like the look of that girl with the brown eyes and the crimson waist. She looks vivid and red-rosy; there s that pale, fair one gazing out of the window. She has lovely hair, and looks as if she knew a thing or two about dreams. I d like to know them both--know them well--well enough to walk with my arm about their waists, and call them nicknames. But just now I don t know them and they don t know me, and probably don t want to know me particularly. Oh, it s lonesome!" It was lonesomer still when Anne found herself alone in her hall bedroom that night at twilight. She was not to board with the other girls, who all had relatives in town to take pity on them. Miss Josephine Barry would have liked to board her, but Beechwood was so far from the Academy that it was out of the question; so miss Barry hunted up a boarding-house, assuring Matthew and Marilla that it was the very place for Anne. "The lady who keeps it is a reduced gentlewoman," explained Miss Barry. "Her husband was a British officer, and she is very careful what sort of boarders she takes. Anne will not meet with any objectionable persons under her roof. The table is good, and the house is near the Academy, in a quiet neighborhood." All this might be quite true, and indeed, proved to be so, but it did not materially help Anne in the first agony of homesickness that seized upon her. She looked dismally about her narrow little room, with its dull-papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and empty book- case; and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought of her own white room at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness of a great green still outdoors, of sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the orchard, of the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind beyond it, of a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana s window shining out through the gap in the trees. Here there was nothing of this; Anne knew that outside of her window was a hard street, with a network of telephone wires shutting out the sky, the tramp of alien feet, and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. She knew that she was going to cry, and fought against it. "I WON T cry. It s silly--and weak--there s the third tear splashing down by my nose. There are more coming! I must think of something funny to stop them. But there s nothing funny except what is connected with Avonlea, and that only makes things worse--four--five--I m going home next Friday, but that seems a hundred years away. Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now--and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him--six--seven--eight-- oh, there s no use in counting them! They re coming in a flood presently. I can t cheer up--I don t WANT to cheer up. It s nicer to be miserable!" The flood of tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that moment. In the joy of seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much love lost between her and Josie. As a part of Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome. "I m so glad you came up," Anne said sincerely. "You ve been crying," remarked Josie, with aggravating pity. "I suppose you re homesick--some people have so little self-control in that respect. I ve no intention of being homesick, I can tell you. Town s too jolly after that poky old Avonlea. I wonder how I ever existed there so long. You shouldn t cry, Anne; it isn t becoming, for your nose and eyes get red, and then you seem ALL red. I d a perfectly scrumptious time in the Academy today. Our French professor is simply a duck. His moustache would give you kerwollowps of the heart. Have you anything eatable around, Anne? I m literally starving. Ah, I guessed likely Marilla d load you up with cake. That s why I called round. Otherwise I d have gone to the park to hear the band play with Frank Stockley. He boards same place as I do, and he s a sport. He noticed you in class today, and asked me who the red-headed girl was. I told him you were an orphan that the Cuthberts had adopted, and nobody knew very much about what you d been before that." Anne was wondering if, after all, solitude and tears were not more satisfactory than Josie Pye s companionship when Jane and Ruby appeared, each with an inch of Queen s color ribbon--purple and scarlet--pinned proudly to her coat. As Josie was not "speaking" to Jane just then she had to subside into comparative harmlessness. "Well," said Jane with a sigh, "I feel as if I d lived many moons since the morning. I ought to be home studying my Virgil--that horrid old professor gave us twenty lines to start in on tomorrow. But I simply couldn t settle down to study tonight. Anne, methinks I see the traces of tears. If you ve been crying DO own up. It will restore my self-respect, for I was shedding tears freely before Ruby came along. I don t mind being a goose so much if somebody else is goosey, too. Cake? You ll give me a teeny piece, won t you? Thank you. It has the real Avonlea flavor." Ruby, perceiving the Queen s calendar lying on the table, wanted to know if Anne meant to try for the gold medal. Anne blushed and admitted she was thinking of it. "Oh, that reminds me," said Josie, "Queen s is to get one of the Avery scholarships after all. The word came today. Frank Stockley told me--his uncle is one of the board of governors, you know. It will be announced in the Academy tomorrow." An Avery scholarship! Anne felt her heart beat more quickly, and the horizons of her ambition shifted and broadened as if by magic. Before Josie had told the news Anne s highest pinnacle of aspiration had been a teacher s provincial license, First Class, at the end of the year, and perhaps the medal! But now in one moment Anne saw herself winning the Avery scholarship, taking an Arts course at Redmond College, and graduating in a gown and mortar board, before the echo of Josie s words had died away. For the Avery scholarship was in English, and Anne felt that here her foot was on native heath. A wealthy manufacturer of New Brunswick had died and left part of his fortune to endow a large number of scholarships to be distributed among the various high schools and academies of the Maritime Provinces, according to their respective standings. There had been much doubt whether one would be allotted to Queen s, but the matter was settled at last, and at the end of the year the graduate who made the highest mark in English and English Literature would win the scholarship-- two hundred and fifty dollars a year for four years at Redmond College. No wonder that Anne went to bed that night with tingling cheeks! "I ll win that scholarship if hard work can do it," she resolved. "Wouldn t Matthew be proud if I got to be a B.A.? Oh, it s delightful to have ambitions. I m so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that s the best of it. 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あ行 あ か さ た な は ま や ら わ アニメ声(アニメゴエ) アメさんこと檻の中の遊戯の最終奥義 これを使われると人は皆彼に逆らうことができなくなると言われている ※一例 あなたとは良い牛が食べれそうだ(アナタトハイイウシガクエソウダ) SunnyWind+が相手と気が合った時に相手に言う言葉 その現場がこれである クルトンは、美味しいということだ 壱鵺七(イチヤシチ) 騎士団が誇るGTHMカップル。壱哉と鵺七どっちも牛。 たまに暮近が混ざっていちしちくれになったりいちくれしちになったりする。 何時でもどこでも始まるので見つけたらそっとしておいてあげよう。 何時も心にしまぱんを(イツモココロニシマパンヲ) しまぱんを愛する檻の中の遊戯が言った一言。 この言葉からどんだけ彼がしまぱんを愛しているかが伺える。 いってらくすくらいん(イッテラクスクライン) いってらっしゃいの進化系。 藍-ran-がよく挨拶として利用する。 騎士団長もそれを真似して利用する。 うさきち(ウサキチ) 騎士団一兎を愛する男咲坊のこと。 少しでも彼の萌え要素を含む兎を見つけると「ウホッいいうさぎ」と言い出すことからこの名が付いた。 貶すときにも褒めるときにも使える便利な呼称。 ちなみに本人はこう呼ばれることをさして気にしていない。 牛追い貴族(ウシオイキゾク) サニーたんこと+SunnyWind+の元の称号、『夢追い貴族』が 彼女の余りの牛好きに称号がこれに変化してしまった。 彼女は今日も牛を追っている。 えろげ(エロゲ) 腐女子が多い騎士団だが 同じ位エロゲが好きな男性陣もいる。 ☆厳島貴子☆や檻の中の遊戯 辺りに話題をふれば ギルチャはエロゲのカオスと化すこと間違い無しであろう。 エロ団長(エロダンチョウ) 誰が言い出したかは不明だがジャックフィノを指す言葉。 類義語=団長、断腸 おあうしなさい(オアウシナサイ) 騎士団の萌え要素、咲坊が放った一言。 おやすみなさいと言いたかったのだろうというのは一目瞭然。 どこかのショタ獅子がまねたことで数分で広まってしまった。 おかす(オカス) お帰りなさいの略で女王の騎士団公式な挨拶。 義務付けられてはいないが、使うといい。 言われた方は上手く反応できるよう努力すべし。 ※対義語=たらす ・x・(オクチチャック) おだまり、や、だまれと言われた時に使う顔文字。 一見ミッ○ィーのような愛らしさも感じられる 騎士団長がどこからか輸入してきた 多分出処はSearsだろう。 おじょうさんやらないか() おにいたんと藍-ranと銀十四号(女王)が作った 森のクマさんの替え歌から出来た言葉である ※その時の全文 おまえらしね(オマエラシネ) 騎士団一のツンデレ檻の中の遊戯(Lune_Amethys)の放った一言。 つまりはこういうことである。 女狩り(オンナガリ) ある日希雅。に何をしているかと聞いたところ返ってきた言葉 この頃彼女はマダムモンシュを狩っていた。 か行へ
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CHAPTER XXXV UP CHAPTER XXXVII CHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the Dream On the morning when the final results of all the examinations were to be posted on the bulletin board at Queen s, Anne and Jane walked down the street together. Jane was smiling and happy; examinations were over and she was comfortably sure she had made a pass at least; further considerations troubled Jane not at all; she had no soaring ambitions and consequently was not affected with the unrest attendant thereon. For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement. Anne was pale and quiet; in ten more minutes she would know who had won the medal and who the Avery. Beyond those ten minutes there did not seem, just then, to be anything worth being called Time. "Of course you ll win one of them anyhow," said Jane, who couldn t understand how the faculty could be so unfair as to order it otherwise. "I have not hope of the Avery," said Anne. "Everybody says Emily Clay will win it. And I m not going to march up to that bulletin board and look at it before everybody. I haven t the moral courage. I m going straight to the girls dressing room. You must read the announcements and then come and tell me, Jane. And I implore you in the name of our old friendship to do it as quickly as possible. If I have failed just say so, without trying to break it gently; and whatever you do DON T sympathize with me. Promise me this, Jane." Jane promised solemnly; but, as it happened, there was no necessity for such a promise. When they went up the entrance steps of Queen s they found the hall full of boys who were carrying Gilbert Blythe around on their shoulders and yelling at the tops of their voices, "Hurrah for Blythe, Medalist!" For a moment Anne felt one sickening pang of defeat and disappointment. So she had failed and Gilbert had won! Well, Matthew would be sorry--he had been so sure she would win. And then! Somebody called out "Three cheers for Miss Shirley, winner of the Avery!" "Oh, Anne," gasped Jane, as they fled to the girls dressing room amid hearty cheers. "Oh, Anne I m so proud! Isn t it splendid?" And then the girls were around them and Anne was the center of a laughing, congratulating group. Her shoulders were thumped and her hands shaken vigorously. She was pushed and pulled and hugged and among it all she managed to whisper to Jane "Oh, won t Matthew and Marilla be pleased! I must write the news home right away." Commencement was the next important happening. The exercises were held in the big assembly hall of the Academy. Addresses were given, essays read, songs sung, the public award of diplomas, prizes and medals made. Matthew and Marilla were there, with eyes and ears for only one student on the platform--a tall girl in pale green, with faintly flushed cheeks and starry eyes, who read the best essay and was pointed out and whispered about as the Avery winner. "Reckon you re glad we kept her, Marilla?" whispered Matthew, speaking for the first time since he had entered the hall, when Anne had finished her essay. "It s not the first time I ve been glad," retorted Marilla. "You do like to rub things in, Matthew Cuthbert." Miss Barry, who was sitting behind them, leaned forward and poked Marilla in the back with her parasol. "Aren t you proud of that Anne-girl? I am," she said. Anne went home to Avonlea with Matthew and Marilla that evening. She had not been home since April and she felt that she could not wait another day. The apple blossoms were out and the world was fresh and young. Diana was at Green Gables to meet her. In her own white room, where Marilla had set a flowering house rose on the window sill, Anne looked about her and drew a long breath of happiness. "Oh, Diana, it s so good to be back again. It s so good to see those pointed firs coming out against the pink sky-- and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn t the breath of the mint delicious? And that tea rose--why, it s a song and a hope and a prayer all in one. And it s GOOD to see you again, Diana!" "I thought you liked that Stella Maynard better than me," said Diana reproachfully. "Josie Pye told me you did. Josie said you were INFATUATED with her." Anne laughed and pelted Diana with the faded "June lilies" of her bouquet. "Stella Maynard is the dearest girl in the world except one and you are that one, Diana," she said. "I love you more than ever--and I ve so many things to tell you. But just now I feel as if it were joy enough to sit here and look at you. I m tired, I think--tired of being studious and ambitious. I mean to spend at least two hours tomorrow lying out in the orchard grass, thinking of absolutely nothing." "You ve done splendidly, Anne. I suppose you won t be teaching now that you ve won the Avery?" "No. I m going to Redmond in September. Doesn t it seem wonderful? I ll have a brand new stock of ambition laid in by that time after three glorious, golden months of vacation. Jane and Ruby are going to teach. Isn t it splendid to think we all got through even to Moody Spurgeon and Josie Pye?" "The Newbridge trustees have offered Jane their school already," said Diana. "Gilbert Blythe is going to teach, too. He has to. His father can t afford to send him to college next year, after all, so he means to earn his own way through. I expect he ll get the school here if Miss Ames decides to leave." Anne felt a queer little sensation of dismayed surprise. She had not known this; she had expected that Gilbert would be going to Redmond also. What would she do without their inspiring rivalry? Would not work, even at a coeducational college with a real degree in prospect, be rather flat without her friend the enemy? The next morning at breakfast it suddenly struck Anne that Matthew was not looking well. Surely he was much grayer than he had been a year before. "Marilla," she said hesitatingly when he had gone out, "is Matthew quite well?" "No, he isn t," said Marilla in a troubled tone. "He s had some real bad spells with his heart this spring and he won t spare himself a mite. I ve been real worried about him, but he s some better this while back and we ve got a good hired man, so I m hoping he ll kind of rest and pick up. Maybe he will now you re home. You always cheer him up." Anne leaned across the table and took Marilla s face in her hands. "You are not looking as well yourself as I d like to see you, Marilla. You look tired. I m afraid you ve been working too hard. You must take a rest, now that I m home. I m just going to take this one day off to visit all the dear old spots and hunt up my old dreams, and then it will be your turn to be lazy while I do the work." Marilla smiled affectionately at her girl. "It s not the work--it s my head. I ve got a pain so often now--behind my eyes. Doctor Spencer s been fussing with glasses, but they don t do me any good. There is a distinguished oculist coming to the Island the last of June and the doctor says I must see him. I guess I ll have to. I can t read or sew with any comfort now. Well, Anne, you ve done real well at Queen s I must say. To take First Class License in one year and win the Avery scholarship--well, well, Mrs. Lynde says pride goes before a fall and she doesn t believe in the higher education of women at all; she says it unfits them for woman s true sphere. I don t believe a word of it. Speaking of Rachel reminds me--did you hear anything about the Abbey Bank lately, Anne?" "I heard it was shaky," answered Anne. "Why?" "That is what Rachel said. She was up here one day last week and said there was some talk about it. Matthew felt real worried. All we have saved is in that bank--every penny. I wanted Matthew to put it in the Savings Bank in the first place, but old Mr. Abbey was a great friend of father s and he d always banked with him. Matthew said any bank with him at the head of it was good enough for anybody." "I think he has only been its nominal head for many years," said Anne. "He is a very old man; his nephews are really at the head of the institution." "Well, when Rachel told us that, I wanted Matthew to draw our money right out and he said he d think of it. But Mr. Russell told him yesterday that the bank was all right." Anne had her good day in the companionship of the outdoor world. She never forgot that day; it was so bright and golden and fair, so free from shadow and so lavish of blossom. Anne spent some of its rich hours in the orchard; she went to the Dryad s Bubble and Willowmere and Violet Vale; she called at the manse and had a satisfying talk with Mrs. Allan; and finally in the evening she went with Matthew for the cows, through Lovers Lane to the back pasture. The woods were all gloried through with sunset and the warm splendor of it streamed down through the hill gaps in the west. Matthew walked slowly with bent head; Anne, tall and erect, suited her springing step to his. "You ve been working too hard today, Matthew," she said reproachfully. "Why won t you take things easier?" "Well now, I can t seem to," said Matthew, as he opened the yard gate to let the cows through. "It s only that I m getting old, Anne, and keep forgetting it. Well, well, I ve always worked pretty hard and I d rather drop in harness." "If I had been the boy you sent for," said Anne wistfully, "I d be able to help you so much now and spare you in a hundred ways. I could find it in my heart to wish I had been, just for that." "Well now, I d rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne," said Matthew patting her hand. "Just mind you that-- rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn t a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl--my girl--my girl that I m proud of." He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. 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