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read much or do any fine hand-work again. How are your preparations
for your bazaar coming on?"
The Ladies' Aid Society was preparing for a fair and supper,
and Mrs. Lynde was the head and front of the enterprise.
"Pretty well. . .and that reminds me. Mrs. Allan thinks it
would be nice to fix up a booth like an old-time kitchen and
serve a supper of baked beans, doughnuts, pie, and so on.
We're collecting old-fashioned fixings everywhere. Mrs.
Simon Fletcher is going to lend us her mother's braided rugs
and Mrs. Levi Boulter some old chairs and Aunt Mary Shaw will
lend us her cupboard with the glass doors. I suppose Marilla
will let us have her brass candlesticks? And we want all the
old dishes we can get. Mrs. Allan is specially set on having
a real blue willow ware platter if we can find one. But nobody
seems to have one. Do you know where we could get one?"
"Miss Josephine Barry has one. I'll write and ask her if she'll
lend it for the occasion," said Anne.
"Well, I wish you would. I guess we'll have the supper in about a
fortnight's time. Uncle Abe Andrews is prophesying rain and storms for
about that time; and that's a pretty sure sign we'll have fine weather."
The said "Uncle Abe," it may be mentioned, was at least like
other prophets in that he had small honor in his own country.
He was, in fact, considered in the light of a standing joke,
for few of his weather predictions were ever fulfilled.
Mr. Elisha Wright, who labored under the impression that
he was a local wit, used to say that nobody in Avonlea
ever thought of looking in the Charlottetown dailies for
weather probabilities. No; they just asked Uncle Abe
what it was going to be tomorrow and expected the opposite.
Nothing daunted, Uncle Abe kept on prophesying.
"We want to have the fair over before the election comes off,"
continued Mrs. Lynde, "for the candidates will be sure to come and
spend lots of money. The Tories are bribing right and left, so they
might as well be given a chance to spend their money honestly for once."
Anne was a red-hot Conservative, out of loyalty to Matthew's
memory, but she said nothing. She knew better than to get
Mrs. Lynde started on politics. She had a letter for Marilla,
postmarked from a town in British Columbia.
"It's probably from the children's uncle," she said excitedly,
when she got home. "Oh, Marilla, I wonder what he says about them."
"The best plan might be to open it and see," said Marilla curtly.
A close observer might have thought that she was excited also,
but she would rather have died than show it.
Anne tore open the letter and glanced over the somewhat untidy and
poorly written contents.
"He says he can't take the children this spring. . .he's been sick
most of the winter and his wedding is put off. He wants to know if
we can keep them till the fall and he'll try and take them then.
We will, of course, won't we Marilla?"
"I don't see that there is anything else for us to do," said
Marilla rather grimly, although she felt a secret relief.
"Anyhow they're not so much trouble as they were. . .or else
we've got used to them. Davy has improved a great deal."
"His MANNERS are certainly much better," said Anne cautiously,
as if she were not prepared to say as much for his morals.
Anne had come home from school the previous evening, to find
Marilla away at an Aid meeting, Dora asleep on the kitchen sofa,
and Davy in the sitting room closet, blissfully absorbing the
contents of a jar of Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves. . .
"company jam," Davy called it. . .which he had been forbidden to
touch. He looked very guilty when Anne pounced on him and whisked
him out of the closet.
"Davy Keith, don't you know that it is very wrong of you to be
eating that jam, when you were told never to meddle with anything
in THAT closet?"
"Yes, I knew it was wrong," admitted Davy uncomfortably, "but plum
jam is awful nice, Anne. I just peeped in and it looked so good I
thought I'd take just a weeny taste. I stuck my finger in. . ."
Anne groaned. . ."and licked it clean. And it was so much gooder
than I'd ever thought that I got a spoon and just SAILED IN."
Anne gave him such a serious lecture on the sin of stealing plum
jam that Davy became consciencestricken and promised with
repentant kisses never to do it again.
"Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort,"
he said complacently.
Anne nipped a smile in the bud.
"Perhaps there will. . .if we want it," she said, "But what makes
you think so?"
"Why, it's in the catechism," said Davy.
"Oh, no, there is nothing like THAT in the catechism, Davy."
"But I tell you there is," persisted Davy. "It was in that
question Marilla taught me last Sunday. `Why should we love God?'
It says, `Because He makes preserves, and redeems us.' Preserves
is just a holy way of saying jam."
"I must get a drink of water," said Anne hastily. When she came
back it cost her some time and trouble to explain to Davy that a
certain comma in the said catechism question made a great deal of
difference in the meaning.
"Well, I thought it was too good to be true," he said at last, with
a sigh of disappointed conviction. "And besides, I didn't see when
He'd find time to make jam if it's one endless Sabbath day, as the
hymn says. I don't believe I want to go to heaven. Won't there
ever be any Saturdays in heaven, Anne?"
"Yes, Saturdays, and every other kind of beautiful days. And every
day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it, Davy,"
assured Anne, who was rather glad that Marilla was not by to be shocked.
Marilla, it is needless to say, was bringing the twins up in the good old
ways of theology and discouraged all fanciful speculations thereupon.
Davy and Dora were taught a hymn, a catechism question, and two
Bible verses every Sunday. Dora learnedmeekly and recited like a
little machine, with perhaps as much understanding or interest as if
she were one. Davy, on the contrary, had a livelycuriosity, and
frequently asked questions which made Marilla tremble for his fate.
"Chester Sloane says we'll do nothing all the time in heaven but
walk around in white dresses and play on harps; and he says he
hopes he won't have to go till he's an old man, 'cause maybe he'll
like it better then. And he thinks it will be horrid to wear
dresses and I think so too. Why can't men angels wear trousers,
Anne? Chester Sloane is interested in those things, 'cause they're
going to make a minister of him. He's got to be a minister 'cause
his grandmother left the money to send him to college and he can't
have it unless he is a minister. She thought a minister was such a
'spectable thing to have in a family. Chester says he doesn't mind
much. . .though he'd rather be a blacksmith. . .but he's bound to
have all the fun he can before he begins to be a minister, 'cause
he doesn't expect to have much afterwards. I ain't going to be a
minister. I'm going to be a storekeeper, like Mr. Blair, and keep
heaps of candy and bananas. But I'd rather like going to your kind
of a heaven if they'd let me play a mouth organ instead of a harp.
Do you s'pose they would?"
"Yes, I think they would if you wanted it," was all Anne could
trust herself to say.
The A.V.I.S. met at Mr. Harmon Andrews' that evening and a full
attendance had been requested, since important business was to be
discussed. The A.V.I.S. was in a flourishing condition, and had
already accomplished wonders. Early in the spring Mr. Major
Spencer had redeemed his promise and had stumped, graded, and
seeded down all the road front of his farm. A dozen other men,
some prompted by a determination not to let a Spencer get ahead
of them, others goaded into action by Improvers in their own
households, had followed his example. The result was that there
were long strips of smooth velvet turf where once had been
unsightly undergrowth or brush. The farm fronts that had not been
done looked so badly by contrast that their owners were secretly
shamed into resolving to see what they could do another spring.
The triangle of ground at the cross roads had also been cleared and
seeded down, and Anne's bed of geraniums, unharmed by any marauding
cow, was already set out in the center.
Altogether, the Improvers thought that they were getting on
beautifully, even if Mr. Levi Boulter, tactfully approached by a
carefully selected committee in regard to the old house on his
upper farm, did bluntly tell them that he wasn't going to have it
meddled with.
At this especial meeting they intended to draw up a petition to the
school trustees, humbly praying that a fence be put around the
school grounds; and a plan was also to be discussed for planting a
few ornamental trees by the church, if the funds of the society
would permit of it. . .for, as Anne said, there was no use in
starting another subscription as long as the hall remained blue.
The members were assembled in the Andrews' parlor and Jane was
already on her feet to move the appointment of a committee which
should find out and report on the price of said trees, when Gertie
Pye swept in, pompadoured and frilled within an inch of her life.
Gertie had a habit of being late. . ."to make her entrance more
effective," spiteful people said. Gertie's entrance in this
instance was certainly effective, for she paused dramatically on
the middle of the floor, threw up her hands, rolled her eyes,
and exclaimed, "I've just heard something perfectly awful.
What DO you think? Mr. Judson Parker IS GOING TO RENT ALL
THE ROAD FENCE OF HIS FARM TO A PATENT MEDICINE COMPANY TO
PAINT ADVERTISEMENTS ON."
For once in her life Gertie Pye made all the sensation she desired.
If she had thrown a bomb among the complacent Improvers she could
hardly have made more.
"It CAN'T be true," said Anne blankly.
"That's just what _I_ said when I heard it first, don't you know,"
said Gertie, who was enjoying herself hugely. "_I_ said it couldn't
be true. . .that Judson Parker wouldn't have the HEART to do it,
don't you know. But father met him this afternoon and asked him
about it and he said it WAS true. Just fancy! His farm is side-on
to the Newbridge road and how perfectly awful it will look to see
advertisements of pills and plasters all along it, don't you know?"
The Improvers DID know, all too well. Even the least imaginative
among them could picture the grotesque effect of half a mile of
board fence adorned with such advertisements. All thought of
church and school grounds vanished before this new danger.
Parliamentary rules and regulations were forgotten, and Anne,
in despair, gave up trying to keep minutes at all. Everybody
talked at once and fearful was the hubbub.
"Oh, let us keep calm," implored Anne, who was the most excited
of them all, "and try to think of some way of preventing him."
"I don't know how you're going to prevent him," exclaimed Jane bitterly.
"Everybody knows what Judson Parker is. He'd do ANYTHING for money.
He hasn't a SPARK of public spirit or ANY sense of the beautiful."
The prospect looked rather unpromising. Judson Parker and his
sister were the only Parkers in Avonlea, so that no leverage could
be exerted by family connections. Martha Parker was a lady of all
too certain age who disapproved of young people in general and the
Improvers in particular. Judson was a jovial, smooth-spoken man,
so uniformly goodnatured and bland that it was surprising how few
friends he had. Perhaps he had got the better in too many business
transactions. . .which seldom makes for popularity. He was
reputed to be very "sharp" and it was the general opinion that he
"hadn't much principle."
"If Judson Parker has a chance to `turn an honest penny,' as he
says himself, he'll never lose it," declared Fred Wright.
"Is there NOBODY who has any influence over him?" asked Anne
despairingly.
"He goes to see Louisa Spencer at White Sands," suggested Carrie
Sloane. "Perhaps she could coax him not to rent his fences."
"Not she," said Gilbert emphatically. "I know Louisa Spencer well.
for your bazaar coming on?"
The Ladies' Aid Society was preparing for a fair and supper,
and Mrs. Lynde was the head and front of the enterprise.
"Pretty well. . .and that reminds me. Mrs. Allan thinks it
would be nice to fix up a booth like an old-time kitchen and
serve a supper of baked beans, doughnuts, pie, and so on.
We're collecting old-fashioned fixings everywhere. Mrs.
Simon Fletcher is going to lend us her mother's braided rugs
and Mrs. Levi Boulter some old chairs and Aunt Mary Shaw will
lend us her cupboard with the glass doors. I suppose Marilla
will let us have her brass candlesticks? And we want all the
old dishes we can get. Mrs. Allan is specially set on having
a real blue willow ware platter if we can find one. But nobody
seems to have one. Do you know where we could get one?"
"Miss Josephine Barry has one. I'll write and ask her if she'll
lend it for the occasion," said Anne.
"Well, I wish you would. I guess we'll have the supper in about a
fortnight's time. Uncle Abe Andrews is prophesying rain and storms for
about that time; and that's a pretty sure sign we'll have fine weather."
The said "Uncle Abe," it may be mentioned, was at least like
other prophets in that he had small honor in his own country.
He was, in fact, considered in the light of a standing joke,
for few of his weather predictions were ever fulfilled.
Mr. Elisha Wright, who labored under the impression that
he was a local wit, used to say that nobody in Avonlea
ever thought of looking in the Charlottetown dailies for
weather probabilities. No; they just asked Uncle Abe
what it was going to be tomorrow and expected the opposite.
Nothing daunted, Uncle Abe kept on prophesying.
"We want to have the fair over before the election comes off,"
continued Mrs. Lynde, "for the candidates will be sure to come and
spend lots of money. The Tories are bribing right and left, so they
might as well be given a chance to spend their money honestly for once."
Anne was a red-hot Conservative, out of loyalty to Matthew's
memory, but she said nothing. She knew better than to get
Mrs. Lynde started on politics. She had a letter for Marilla,
postmarked from a town in British Columbia.
"It's probably from the children's uncle," she said excitedly,
when she got home. "Oh, Marilla, I wonder what he says about them."
"The best plan might be to open it and see," said Marilla curtly.
A close observer might have thought that she was excited also,
but she would rather have died than show it.
Anne tore open the letter and glanced over the somewhat untidy and
poorly written contents.
"He says he can't take the children this spring. . .he's been sick
most of the winter and his wedding is put off. He wants to know if
we can keep them till the fall and he'll try and take them then.
We will, of course, won't we Marilla?"
"I don't see that there is anything else for us to do," said
Marilla rather grimly, although she felt a secret relief.
"Anyhow they're not so much trouble as they were. . .or else
we've got used to them. Davy has improved a great deal."
"His MANNERS are certainly much better," said Anne cautiously,
as if she were not prepared to say as much for his morals.
Anne had come home from school the previous evening, to find
Marilla away at an Aid meeting, Dora asleep on the kitchen sofa,
and Davy in the sitting room closet, blissfully absorbing the
contents of a jar of Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves. . .
"company jam," Davy called it. . .which he had been forbidden to
touch. He looked very guilty when Anne pounced on him and whisked
him out of the closet.
"Davy Keith, don't you know that it is very wrong of you to be
eating that jam, when you were told never to meddle with anything
in THAT closet?"
"Yes, I knew it was wrong," admitted Davy uncomfortably, "but plum
jam is awful nice, Anne. I just peeped in and it looked so good I
thought I'd take just a weeny taste. I stuck my finger in. . ."
Anne groaned. . ."and licked it clean. And it was so much gooder
than I'd ever thought that I got a spoon and just SAILED IN."
Anne gave him such a serious lecture on the sin of stealing plum
jam that Davy became consciencestricken and promised with
repentant kisses never to do it again.
"Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort,"
he said complacently.
Anne nipped a smile in the bud.
"Perhaps there will. . .if we want it," she said, "But what makes
you think so?"
"Why, it's in the catechism," said Davy.
"Oh, no, there is nothing like THAT in the catechism, Davy."
"But I tell you there is," persisted Davy. "It was in that
question Marilla taught me last Sunday. `Why should we love God?'
It says, `Because He makes preserves, and redeems us.' Preserves
is just a holy way of saying jam."
"I must get a drink of water," said Anne hastily. When she came
back it cost her some time and trouble to explain to Davy that a
certain comma in the said catechism question made a great deal of
difference in the meaning.
"Well, I thought it was too good to be true," he said at last, with
a sigh of disappointed conviction. "And besides, I didn't see when
He'd find time to make jam if it's one endless Sabbath day, as the
hymn says. I don't believe I want to go to heaven. Won't there
ever be any Saturdays in heaven, Anne?"
"Yes, Saturdays, and every other kind of beautiful days. And every
day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it, Davy,"
assured Anne, who was rather glad that Marilla was not by to be shocked.
Marilla, it is needless to say, was bringing the twins up in the good old
ways of theology and discouraged all fanciful speculations thereupon.
Davy and Dora were taught a hymn, a catechism question, and two
Bible verses every Sunday. Dora learnedmeekly and recited like a
little machine, with perhaps as much understanding or interest as if
she were one. Davy, on the contrary, had a livelycuriosity, and
frequently asked questions which made Marilla tremble for his fate.
"Chester Sloane says we'll do nothing all the time in heaven but
walk around in white dresses and play on harps; and he says he
hopes he won't have to go till he's an old man, 'cause maybe he'll
like it better then. And he thinks it will be horrid to wear
dresses and I think so too. Why can't men angels wear trousers,
Anne? Chester Sloane is interested in those things, 'cause they're
going to make a minister of him. He's got to be a minister 'cause
his grandmother left the money to send him to college and he can't
have it unless he is a minister. She thought a minister was such a
'spectable thing to have in a family. Chester says he doesn't mind
much. . .though he'd rather be a blacksmith. . .but he's bound to
have all the fun he can before he begins to be a minister, 'cause
he doesn't expect to have much afterwards. I ain't going to be a
minister. I'm going to be a storekeeper, like Mr. Blair, and keep
heaps of candy and bananas. But I'd rather like going to your kind
of a heaven if they'd let me play a mouth organ instead of a harp.
Do you s'pose they would?"
"Yes, I think they would if you wanted it," was all Anne could
trust herself to say.
The A.V.I.S. met at Mr. Harmon Andrews' that evening and a full
attendance had been requested, since important business was to be
discussed. The A.V.I.S. was in a flourishing condition, and had
already accomplished wonders. Early in the spring Mr. Major
Spencer had redeemed his promise and had stumped, graded, and
seeded down all the road front of his farm. A dozen other men,
some prompted by a determination not to let a Spencer get ahead
of them, others goaded into action by Improvers in their own
households, had followed his example. The result was that there
were long strips of smooth velvet turf where once had been
unsightly undergrowth or brush. The farm fronts that had not been
done looked so badly by contrast that their owners were secretly
shamed into resolving to see what they could do another spring.
The triangle of ground at the cross roads had also been cleared and
seeded down, and Anne's bed of geraniums, unharmed by any marauding
cow, was already set out in the center.
Altogether, the Improvers thought that they were getting on
beautifully, even if Mr. Levi Boulter, tactfully approached by a
carefully selected committee in regard to the old house on his
upper farm, did bluntly tell them that he wasn't going to have it
meddled with.
At this especial meeting they intended to draw up a petition to the
school trustees, humbly praying that a fence be put around the
school grounds; and a plan was also to be discussed for planting a
few ornamental trees by the church, if the funds of the society
would permit of it. . .for, as Anne said, there was no use in
starting another subscription as long as the hall remained blue.
The members were assembled in the Andrews' parlor and Jane was
already on her feet to move the appointment of a committee which
should find out and report on the price of said trees, when Gertie
Pye swept in, pompadoured and frilled within an inch of her life.
Gertie had a habit of being late. . ."to make her entrance more
effective," spiteful people said. Gertie's entrance in this
instance was certainly effective, for she paused dramatically on
the middle of the floor, threw up her hands, rolled her eyes,
and exclaimed, "I've just heard something perfectly awful.
What DO you think? Mr. Judson Parker IS GOING TO RENT ALL
THE ROAD FENCE OF HIS FARM TO A PATENT MEDICINE COMPANY TO
PAINT ADVERTISEMENTS ON."
For once in her life Gertie Pye made all the sensation she desired.
If she had thrown a bomb among the complacent Improvers she could
hardly have made more.
"It CAN'T be true," said Anne blankly.
"That's just what _I_ said when I heard it first, don't you know,"
said Gertie, who was enjoying herself hugely. "_I_ said it couldn't
be true. . .that Judson Parker wouldn't have the HEART to do it,
don't you know. But father met him this afternoon and asked him
about it and he said it WAS true. Just fancy! His farm is side-on
to the Newbridge road and how perfectly awful it will look to see
advertisements of pills and plasters all along it, don't you know?"
The Improvers DID know, all too well. Even the least imaginative
among them could picture the grotesque effect of half a mile of
board fence adorned with such advertisements. All thought of
church and school grounds vanished before this new danger.
Parliamentary rules and regulations were forgotten, and Anne,
in despair, gave up trying to keep minutes at all. Everybody
talked at once and fearful was the hubbub.
"Oh, let us keep calm," implored Anne, who was the most excited
of them all, "and try to think of some way of preventing him."
"I don't know how you're going to prevent him," exclaimed Jane bitterly.
"Everybody knows what Judson Parker is. He'd do ANYTHING for money.
He hasn't a SPARK of public spirit or ANY sense of the beautiful."
The prospect looked rather unpromising. Judson Parker and his
sister were the only Parkers in Avonlea, so that no leverage could
be exerted by family connections. Martha Parker was a lady of all
too certain age who disapproved of young people in general and the
Improvers in particular. Judson was a jovial, smooth-spoken man,
so uniformly goodnatured and bland that it was surprising how few
friends he had. Perhaps he had got the better in too many business
transactions. . .which seldom makes for popularity. He was
reputed to be very "sharp" and it was the general opinion that he
"hadn't much principle."
"If Judson Parker has a chance to `turn an honest penny,' as he
says himself, he'll never lose it," declared Fred Wright.
"Is there NOBODY who has any influence over him?" asked Anne
despairingly.
"He goes to see Louisa Spencer at White Sands," suggested Carrie
Sloane. "Perhaps she could coax him not to rent his fences."
"Not she," said Gilbert emphatically. "I know Louisa Spencer well.
- old-fashioned [´əuld´feʃənd]
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- horrid [´hɔrid] a.令人讨厌的；极糟的 (高中英语单词)
- blacksmith [´blæk,smiθ] n.铁匠，锻工 (高中英语单词)
- determination [di,tə:mi´neiʃən] n.决心；决定 (高中英语单词)
- petition [pi´tiʃən] n.请愿 vt.向...请愿 (高中英语单词)
- perfectly [´pə:fiktli] ad.理想地；完美地 (高中英语单词)
- popularity [,pɔpju´læriti] n.普及；流行；名望 (高中英语单词)
- old-time [´əuld-´taim] a.老资格的；古时的 (英语四级单词)
- platter [´plætə] n.(椭圆形的)大浅盘 (英语四级单词)
- sabbath [´sæbəθ] n.安息日 (英语四级单词)
- theology [θi´ɔlədʒi] n.神学 (英语四级单词)
- meekly [´mi:kli] ad.温顺地；卑恭屈节地 (英语四级单词)
- accomplished [ə´kʌmpliʃt] a.完成了的；熟练的 (英语四级单词)
- triangle [´traiæŋgəl] n.三角(形)；三角关系 (英语四级单词)
- humbly [´hʌmbli] ad.恭顺地，谦卑地 (英语四级单词)
- ornamental [,ɔ:nə´mentəl] a.装饰的 n.装饰品 (英语四级单词)
- subscription [səb´skripʃən] n.预订；预约；捐款 (英语四级单词)
- grotesque [grəu´tesk] a.奇异的，想象中的 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- spencer [´spensə] n.(羊毛)短上衣 (英语六级单词)
- bluntly [´blʌntli] ad.钝，迟钝地；直率地 (英语六级单词)
- especial [i´speʃəl] a.特别的，特殊的 (英语六级单词)
- uniformly [´ju:nifɔ:mli] ad.一致地，齐心地 (英语六级单词)
- emphatically [im´fætikəli] ad.强调地；断然地 (英语六级单词)
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