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Anne of Avonlea-Part7_L.Maud Montgomery(1874-1942)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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and got us the materials. He had forgotten all about his apron and

when he ran it streamed out behind him and Diana said she thought



she would die to see it. He said he could bake the cake all right.

. .he was used to that. . .and then he asked for our list and he



put down four dollars. So you see we were rewarded. But even if

he hadn't given a cent I'd always feel that we had done a truly



Christian act in helping him."

Theodore White's was the next stopping place. Neither Anne nor



Diana had ever been there before, and they had only a very slight

acquaintance with Mrs. Theodore, who was not given to hospitality.



Should they go to the back or front door? While they held a

whispered consultation Mrs. Theodore appeared at the front door



with an armful of newspapers. Deliberately she laid them down one

by one on the porch floor and the porch steps, and then down the



path to the very feet of her mystified callers.

"Will you please wipe your feet carefully on the grass and then



walk on these papers?" she said anxiously. "I've just swept

the house all over and I can't have any more dust tracked in.



The path's been real muddy since the rain yesterday."

"Don't you dare laugh," warned Anne in a whisper, as they marched



along the newspapers. "And I implore you, Diana, not to look at me,

no matter what she says, or I shall not be able to keep a sober face."



The papers extended across the hall and into a prim, fleckless parlor.

Anne and Diana sat down gingerly on the nearest chairs and explained



their errand. Mrs. White heard them politely, interrupting only twice,

once to chase out an adventurous fly, and once to pick up a tiny wisp



of grass that had fallen on the carpet from Anne's dress. Anne felt

wretchedly guilty; but Mrs. White subscribed two dollars and paid



the money down. . ."to prevent us from having to go back for it,"

Diana said when they got away. Mrs. White had the newspapers



gathered up before they had their horse untied and as they drove

out of the yard they saw her busily wielding a broom in the hall.



"I've always heard that Mrs. Theodore White was the neatest woman

alive and I'll believe it after this," said Diana, giving way to



her suppressed laughter as soon as it was safe.

"I am glad she has no children," said Anne solemnly. "It would be



dreadful beyond words for them if she had."

At the Spencers' Mrs. Isabella Spencer made them miserable by saying



something ill-natured about everyone in Avonlea. Mr. Thomas Boulter

refused to give anything because the hall, when it had been built,



twenty years before, hadn't been built on the site he recommended.

Mrs. Esther Bell, who was the picture of health, took half an hour



to detail all her aches and pains, and sadly put down fifty cents

because she wouldn't be there that time next year to do it. . .no,



she would be in her grave.

Their worst reception, however, was at Simon Fletcher's. When they



drove into the yard they saw two faces peering at them through the

porch window. But although they rapped and waited patiently and



persistently nobody came to the door. Two decidedly ruffled and

indignant girls drove away from Simon Fletcher's. Even Anne



admitted that she was beginning to feel discouraged. But the tide

turned after that. Several Sloane homesteads came next, where they



got liberalsubscriptions, and from that to the end they fared well,

with only an occasional snub. Their last place of call was at



Robert Dickson's by the pond bridge. They stayed to tea here,

although they were nearly home, rather than risk offending Mrs.



Dickson, who had the reputation of being a very "touchy" woman.

While they were there old Mrs. James White called in.



"I've just been down to Lorenzo's," she announced. "He's the

proudest man in Avonlea this minute. What do you think? There's



a brand new boy there. . .and after seven girls that's quite an

event, I can tell you." Anne pricked up her ears, and when they



drove away she said.

"I'm going straight to Lorenzo White's."



"But he lives on the White Sands road and it's quite a distance out

of our, way" protested Diana. "Gilbert and Fred will canvass him."



"They are not going around until next Saturday and it will be too

late by then," said Anne firmly. "The novelty will be worn off.



Lorenzo White is dreadfully mean but he will subscribe to ANYTHING

just now. We mustn't let such a golden opportunity slip, Diana."



The result justified Anne's foresight. Mr. White met them in the yard,

beaming like the sun upon an Easter day. When Anne asked for a



subscription he agreed enthusiastically.

"Certain, certain. Just put me down for a dollar more than the






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