. . .and there would be no Hester Gray and no little vine-hung house,
and no roses. . .only an old waste garden starred with June lilies amid the
grasses, and the wind sighing, oh, so sorrowfully in the
cherry trees. And
I would not know whether it had been real or if I had just imagined it all."
Diana crawled up and got her back against the headboard of the bed.
When your
companion of
twilight hour said such spooky things it was
just as well not to be able to fancy there was anything behind you.
"I'm afraid the Improvement Society will go down when you and
Gilbert are both gone," she remarked
dolefully.
"Not a bit of fear of it," said Anne
briskly, coming back from
dreamland to the affairs of practical life. "It is too firmly
established for that, especially since the older people are
becoming so
enthusiastic about it. Look what they are doing this
summer for their lawns and lanes. Besides, I'll be watching for
hints at Redmond and I'll write a paper for it next winter and
send it over. Don't take such a
gloomy view of things, Diana.
And don't
grudge me my little hour of
gladness and jubilation now.
Later on, when I have to go away, I'll feel anything but glad."
"It's all right for you to be glad. . .you're going to college and
you'll have a jolly time and make heaps of lovely new friends."
"I hope I shall make new friends," said Anne thoughtfully.
"The possibilities of making new friends help to make life very
fascinating. But no matter how many friends I make they'll never
be as dear to me as the old ones. . .especially a certain girl
with black eyes and dimples. Can you guess who she is, Diana?"
"But there'll be so many clever girls at Redmond," sighed Diana,
"and I'm only a
stupid little country girl who says `I seen'
sometimes. . .though I really know better when I stop to think.
Well, of course these past two years have really been too pleasant
to last. I know SOMEBODY who is glad you are going to Redmond anyhow.
Anne, I'm going to ask you a question. . .a serious question. Don't be
vexed and do answer
seriously. Do you care anything for Gilbert?"
"Ever so much as a friend and not a bit in the way you mean," said Anne
calmly and
decidedly; she also thought she was
speaking sincerely.
Diana sighed. She wished, somehow, that Anne had answered differently.
"Don't you mean EVER to be married, Anne?"
"Perhaps. . .some day. . .when I meet the right one," said Anne,
smiling dreamily up at the
moonlight.
"But how can you be sure when you do meet the right one?" persisted Diana.
"Oh, I should know him. . .SOMETHING would tell me. You know what my
ideal is, Diana."
"But people's ideals change sometimes."
"Mine won't. And I COULDN'T care for any man who didn't fulfill it."
"What if you never meet him?"
"Then I shall die an old maid," was the
cheerfulresponse. "I daresay
it isn't the hardest death by any means."
"Oh, I suppose the dying would be easy enough; it's the living an
old maid I shouldn't like," said Diana, with no
intention of being
humorous. "Although I wouldn't mind being an old maid VERY much if
I could be one like Miss Lavendar. But I never could be. When I'm
forty-five I'll be
horribly fat. And while there might be some
romance about a thin old maid there couldn't possibly be any about
a fat one. Oh, mind you, Nelson Atkins proposed to Ruby Gillis
three weeks ago. Ruby told me all about it. She says she never
had any
intention of
taking him, because any one who married him
will have to go in with the old folks; but Ruby says that he made
such a
perfectly beautiful and
romantic proposal that it simply
swept her off her feet. But she didn't want to do anything rash so
she asked for a week to consider; and two days later she was at a
meeting of the Sewing Circle at his mother's and there was a book
called `The Complete Guide to Etiquette,' lying on the parlor
table. Ruby said she simply couldn't describe her feelings when in
a section of it headed, `The Deportment of Courtship and Marriage,'
she found the very proposal Nelson had made, word for word. She
went home and wrote him a
perfectly scathing
refusal; and she says
his father and mother have taken turns watching him ever since for
fear he'll drown himself in the river; but Ruby says they needn't
be afraid; for in the Deportment of Courtship and Marriage it told
how a rejected lover should
behave and there's nothing about
drowning in THAT. And she says Wilbur Blair is
literally pining
away for her but she's
perfectlyhelpless in the matter."
Anne made an
impatient movement.
"I hate to say it. . .it seems so disloyal. . .but, well, I don't
like Ruby Gillis now. I liked her when we went to school and
Queen's together. . .though not so well as you and Jane of course.