"If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,"
said Priscilla.
Anne glowed.
"I'm so glad you SPOKE that thought, Priscilla, instead of just
thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much
more interesting place. . .although it IS very interesting anyhow. . .
if people spoke out their real thoughts."
"It would be too hot to hold some folks," quoted Jane sagely.
"I suppose it might be, but that would be their own faults for
thinking nasty things. Anyhow, we can tell all our thoughts today
because we are going to have nothing but beautiful thoughts.
Everybody can say just what comes into her head. THAT is conversation.
Here's a little path I never saw before. Let's
explore it."
The path was a winding one, so narrow that the girls walked in
single file and even then the fir boughs brushed their faces.
Under the firs were velvety cushions of moss, and further on, where
the trees were smaller and fewer, the ground was rich in a variety
of green growing things.
"What a lot of elephant's ears," exclaimed Diana. "I'm going to
pick a big bunch, they're so pretty."
"How did such
graceful feathery things ever come to have such a
dreadful name?" asked Priscilla.
"Because the person who first named them either had no imagination
at all or else far too much," said Anne, "Oh, girls, look at that!"
"That" was a
shallowwoodland pool in the center of a little open
glade where the path ended. Later on in the season it would be dried
up and its place filled with a rank growth of ferns; but now it was
a glimmering
placid sheet, round as a
saucer and clear as
crystal.
A ring of
slender young birches encircled it and little ferns
fringed its
margin.
"HOW sweet!" said Jane.
"Let us dance around it like wood-nymphs," cried Anne, dropping her
basket and extending her hands.
But the dance was not a success for the ground was boggy and Jane's
rubbers came off.
"You can't be a wood-nymph if you have to wear rubbers,"
was her decision.
"Well, we must name this place before we leave it,"
said Anne, yielding to the indisputable logic of facts.
"Everybody suggest a name and we'll draw lots. Diana?"
"Birch Pool," suggested Diana promptly.
"Crystal Lake," said Jane.
Anne,
standing behind them, implored Priscilla with her eyes not to
perpetrate another such name and Priscilla rose to the occasion
with "Glimmer-glass." Anne's
selection was "The Fairies' Mirror."
The names were written on strips of birch bark with a pencil
Schoolma'am Jane produced from her pocket, and placed in Anne's
hat. Then Priscilla shut her eyes and drew one. "Crystal Lake,"
read Jane
triumphantly. Crystal Lake it was, and if Anne thought
that chance had played the pool a
shabby trick she did not say so.
Pushing through the undergrowth beyond, the girls came out to the
young green seclusion of Mr. Silas Sloane's back
pasture. Across it
they found the entrance to a lane
striking up through the woods and
voted to
explore it also. It rewarded their quest with a succession
of pretty surprises. First, skirting Mr. Sloane's
pasture, came an
archway of wild
cherry trees all in bloom. The girls swung their hats
on their arms and wreathed their hair with the
creamy,
fluffy blossoms.
Then the lane turned at right angles and plunged into a
spruce wood
so thick and dark that they walked in a gloom as of
twilight, with
not a
glimpse of sky or
sunlight to be seen.
"This is where the bad wood elves dwell," whispered Anne. "They
are impish and
malicious but they can't harm us, because they are
not allowed to do evil in the spring. There was one peeping at us
around that old twisted fir; and didn't you see a group of them on
that big freckly toadstool we just passed? The good fairies always
dwell in the sunshiny places."
"I wish there really were fairies," said Jane. "Wouldn't it
be nice to have three wishes granted you. . .or even only one?
What would you wish for, girls, if you could have a wish granted?
I'd wish to be rich and beautiful and clever."
"I'd wish to be tall and
slender," said Diana.
"I would wish to be famous," said Priscilla. Anne thought of her
hair and then dismissed the thought as unworthy.
"I'd wish it might be spring all the time and in everybody's heart
and all our lives," she said.
"But that," said Priscilla, "would be just wishing this world