would do very well for another winter and that I ought to be
satisfied with having a new dress. The dress is very pretty,
Diana--navy blue and made so fashionably. Marilla always makes
my dresses fashionably now, because she says she doesn't intend
to have Matthew going to Mrs. Lynde to make them. I'm so glad.
It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are
fashionable. At least, it is easier for me. I suppose it
doesn't make such a difference to naturally good people. But
Matthew said I must have a new coat, so Marilla bought a lovely
piece of blue broadcloth, and it's being made by a real
dressmaker over at Carmody. It's to be done Saturday night, and
I'm
trying not to imagine myself walking up the church aisle on
Sunday in my new suit and cap, because I'm afraid it isn't right
to imagine such things. But it just slips into my mind in spite
of me. My cap is so pretty. Matthew bought it for me the day we
were over at Carmody. It is one of those little blue
velvet ones
that are all the rage, with gold cord and tassels. Your new hat
is
elegant, Diana, and so becoming. When I saw you come into
church last Sunday my heart swelled with pride to think you were
my dearest friend. Do you suppose it's wrong for us to think so
much about our clothes? Marilla says it is very sinful. But it
is such an interesting subject, isn't it?"
Marilla agreed to let Anne go to town, and it was arranged that
Mr. Barry should take the girls in on the following Tuesday. As
Charlottetown was thirty miles away and Mr. Barry wished to go
and return the same day, it was necessary to make a very early
start. But Anne counted it all joy, and was up before
sunrise on
Tuesday morning. A glance from her window
assured her that the
day would be fine, for the eastern sky behind the firs of the
Haunted Wood was all
silvery and cloudless. Through the gap in
the trees a light was shining in the
western gable of Orchard
Slope, a token that Diana was also up.
Anne was dressed by the time Matthew had the fire on and had the
breakfast ready when Marilla came down, but for her own part was
much too excited to eat. After breakfast the jaunty new cap and
jacket were donned, and Anne hastened over the brook and up
through the firs to Orchard Slope. Mr. Barry and Diana were
waiting for her, and they were soon on the road.
It was a long drive, but Anne and Diana enjoyed every minute of it.
It was
delightful to
rattle along over the moist roads in the early
red
sunlight that was creeping across the shorn
harvest fields.
The air was fresh and crisp, and little smoke-blue mists
curled through the valleys and floated off from the hills.
Sometimes the road went through woods where maples were beginning
to hang out
scarlet banners; sometimes it crossed rivers on
bridges that made Anne's flesh cringe with the old,
half-
delightful fear; sometimes it wound along a harbor shore and
passed by a little
cluster of weather-gray
fishing huts; again it
mounted to hills
whence a far sweep of curving
upland or
misty-blue sky could be seen; but
wherever it went there was much
of interest to discuss. It was almost noon when they reached
town and found their way to "Beechwood." It was quite a fine old
mansion, set back from the street in a seclusion of green elms
and branching beeches. Miss Barry met them at the door with a
twinkle in her sharp black eyes.
"So you've come to see me at last, you Anne-girl," she said.
"Mercy, child, how you have grown! You're taller than I am, I
declare. And you're ever so much better looking than you used to
be, too. But I dare say you know that without being told."
"Indeed I didn't," said Anne radiantly. "I know I'm not so
freckled as I used to be, so I've much to be
thankful for, but
I really hadn't dared to hope there was any other
improvement.
I'm so glad you think there is, Miss Barry." Miss Barry's house
was furnished with "great magnificence," as Anne told Marilla
afterward. The two little country girls were rather abashed by
the
splendor of the
parlor where Miss Barry left them when she
went to see about dinner.
"Isn't it just like a palace?" whispered Diana. "I never was in
Aunt Josephine's house before, and I'd no idea it was so grand.
I just wish Julia Bell could see this--she puts on such airs
about her mother's
parlor."
"Velvet carpet," sighed Anne luxuriously, "and silk curtains!
I've dreamed of such things, Diana. But do you know I don't
believe I feel very comfortable with them after all. There are
so many things in this room and all so splendid that there is no
scope for
imagination. That is one
consolation when you are