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story last winter and it was published in the Canadian Woman.
I really do think I could write one at least as good."
"And will you have it published in the Canadian Woman?"
"I might try one of the bigger magazines first. It all depends
on what kind of a story I write."
"What is it to be about?"
"I don't know yet. I want to get hold of a good plot. I believe
this is very necessary from an editor's point of view. The only
thing I've settled on is the heroine's name. It is to be AVERIL
LESTER. Rather pretty, don't you think? Don't mention this to
any one, Diana. I haven't told anybody but you and Mr. Harrison.
HE wasn't very encouraging -- he said there was far too much
trash written nowadays as it was, and he'd expected something
better of me, after a year at college."
"What does Mr. Harrison know about it?" demanded Diana scornfully.
They found the Gillis home gay with lights and callers. Leonard
Kimball, of Spencervale, and Morgan Bell, of Carmody, were glaring
at each other across the parlor. Several merry girls had dropped in.
Ruby was dressed in white and her eyes and cheeks were very brilliant.
She laughed and chattered incessantly, and after the other girls had
gone she took Anne upstairs to display her new summer dresses.
"I've a blue silk to make up yet, but it's a little heavy for
summer wear. I think I'll leave it until the fall. I'm going
to teach in White Sands, you know. How do you like my hat?
That one you had on in church yesterday was real dinky.
But I like something brighter for myself. Did you notice
those two ridiculous boys downstairs? They've both come
determined to sit each other out. I don't care a single bit
about either of them, you know. Herb Spencer is the one I like.
Sometimes I really do think he's MR. RIGHT. At Christmas I
thought the Spencervale schoolmaster was that. But I found
out something about him that turned me against him. He nearly
went insane when I turned him down. I wish those two boys hadn't
come tonight. I wanted to have a nice good talk with you, Anne,
and tell you such heaps of things. You and I were always good
chums, weren't we?"
Ruby slipped her arm about Anne's waist with a shallow little laugh.
But just for a moment their eyes met, and, behind all the luster
of Ruby's, Anne saw something that made her heart ache.
"Come up often, won't you, Anne?" whispered Ruby. "Come alone --
I want you."
"Are you feeling quite well, Ruby?"
"Me! Why, I'm perfectly well. I never felt better in my life.
Of course, that congestion last winter pulled me down a little.
But just see my color. I don't look much like an invalid, I'm sure."
Ruby's voice was almost sharp. She pulled her arm away from Anne,
as if in resentment, and ran downstairs, where she was gayer than
ever, apparently so much absorbed in bantering her two swains that
Diana and Anne felt rather out of it and soon went away.
Chapter XII
"Averil's Atonement"
"What are you dreaming of, Anne?"
The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the
brook. Ferns nodded in it, and little grasses were green, and
wild pears hung finely-scented, white curtains around it.
Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh.
"I was thinking out my story, Diana."
"Oh, have you really begun it?" cried Diana, all alight with
eager interest in a moment.
"Yes, I have only a few pages written, but I have it all pretty
well thought out. I've had such a time to get a suitable plot.
None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a girl named
AVERIL."
"Couldn't you have changed her name?"
"No, the thing was impossible. I tried to, but I couldn't do it,
any more than I could change yours. AVERIL was so real to me
that no matter what other name I tried to give her I just thought
of her as AVERIL behind it all. But finally I got a plot that
matched her. Then came the excitement of choosing names for
all my characters. You have no idea how fascinating that is.
I've lain awake for hours thinking over those names. The hero's
name is PERCEVAL DALRYMPLE."
"Have you named ALL the characters?" asked Diana wistfully. "If
you hadn't I was going to ask you to let me name one -- just some
unimportant person. I'd feel as if I had a share in the story then."
"You may name the little hired boy who lived with the LESTERS,"
conceded Anne. "He is not very important, but he is the only one
left unnamed."
"Call him RAYMOND FITZOSBORNE," suggested Diana, who had a store
of such names laid away in her memory, relics of the old "Story
Club," which she and Anne and Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis had
had in their schooldays.
Anne shook her head doubtfully.
"I'm afraid that is too aristocratic a name for a chore boy,
Diana. I couldn't imagine a Fitzosborne feeding pigs and picking
up chips, could you?"
Diana didn't see why, if you had an imagination at all, you
couldn't stretch it to that extent; but probably Anne knew best,
and the chore boy was finally christened ROBERT RAY, to be called
BOBBY should occasion require.
"How much do you suppose you'll get for it?" asked Diana.
But Anne had not thought about this at all. She was in pursuit
of fame, not filthy lucre, and her literary dreams were as yet
untainted by mercenary considerations.
"You'll let me read it, won't you?" pleaded Diana.
"When it is finished I'll read it to you and Mr. Harrison, and I
shall want you to criticize it SEVERELY. No one else shall see
it until it is published."
"How are you going to end it -- happily or unhappily?"
"I'm not sure. I'd like it to end unhappily, because that would
be so much more romantic. But I understand editors have a prejudice
against sad endings. I heard Professor Hamilton say once that nobody
but a genius should try to write an unhappy ending.
And," concluded Anne modestly, "I'm anything but a genius."
"Oh I like happy endings best. You'd better let him marry her,"
said Diana, who, especially since her engagement to Fred, thought
this was how every story should end.
"But you like to cry over stories?"
"Oh, yes, in the middle of them. But I like everything to come
right at last."
"I must have one pathetic scene in it," said Anne thoughtfully.
"I might let ROBERT RAY be injured in an accident and have a
death scene."
"No, you mustn't kill BOBBY off," declared Diana, laughing.
"He belongs to me and I want him to live and flourish. Kill
somebody else if you have to."
For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to
mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a
brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character
would NOT behaveproperly. Diana could not understand this.
"MAKE them do as you want them to," she said.
"I can't," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine.
She WILL do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils
everything that went before and I have to write it all over again."
Finally, however, the story was finished, and Anne read it to
Diana in the seclusion of the porch gable. She had achieved her
"pathetic scene" without sacrificing ROBERT RAY, and she kept a
watchful eye on Diana as she read it. Diana rose to the occasion
and cried properly; but, when the end came, she looked a little
disappointed.
"Why did you kill MAURICE LENNOX?" she asked reproachfully.
"He was the villain," protested Anne. "He had to be punished."
"I like him best of them all," said unreasonable Diana.
"Well, he's dead, and he'll have to stay dead," said Anne,
rather resentfully. "If I had let him live he'd have gone
on persecuting AVERIL and PERCEVAL."
"Yes -- unless you had reformed him."
"That wouldn't have been romantic, and, besides, it would have
made the story too long."
"Well, anyway, it's a perfectlyelegant story, Anne, and will
make you famous, of that I'm sure. Have you got a title for it?"
"Oh, I decided on the title long ago. I call it AVERIL'S
ATONEMENT. Doesn't that sound nice and alliterative? Now,
Diana, tell me candidly, do you see any faults in my story?"
"Well," hesitated Diana, "that part where AVERIL makes the cake
doesn't seem to me quite romantic enough to match the rest. It's
just what anybody might do. Heroines shouldn't do cooking, _I_ think."
"Why, that is where the humor comes in, and it's one of the best
parts of the whole story," said Anne. And it may be stated that
in this she was quite right.
Diana prudently refrained from any further criticism, but
Mr. Harrison was much harder to please. First he told her
there was entirely too much description in the story.
"Cut out all those flowery passages," he said unfeelingly.
Anne had an uncomfortableconviction that Mr. Harrison was right,
and she forced herself to expunge most of her beloveddescriptions,
though it took three re-writings before the story could be pruned
down to please the fastidious Mr. Harrison.
"I've left out ALL the descriptions but the sunset," she said at last.
"I simply COULDN'T let it go. It was the best of them all."
"It hasn't anything to do with the story," said Mr. Harrison,
"and you shouldn't have laid the scene among rich city people.
What do you know of them? Why didn't you lay it right here in
Avonlea -- changing the name, of course, or else Mrs. Rachel
Lynde would probably think she was the heroine."
"Oh, that would never have done," protested Anne. "Avonlea is
the dearest place in the world, but it isn't quite romantic
enough for the scene of a story."
"I daresay there's been many a romance in Avonlea -- and many a
tragedy, too," said Mr. Harrison drily. "But your folks ain't
like real folks anywhere. They talk too much and use too
high-flown language. There's one place where that DALRYMPLE chap
talks even on for two pages, and never lets the girl get a word in
edgewise. If he'd done that in real life she'd have pitched him."
"I don't believe it," said Anne flatly. In her secret soul she
thought that the beautiful, poetical things said to AVERIL would
win any girl's heart completely. Besides, it was gruesome to hear
of AVERIL, the stately, queen-like AVERIL, "pitching" any one.
AVERIL "declined her suitors."
"Anyhow," resumed the merciless Mr. Harrison, "I don't see why
MAURICE LENNOX didn't get her. He was twice the man the other is.
He did bad things, but he did them. Perceval hadn't time for
anything but mooning."
"Mooning." That was even worse than "pitching!"
"MAURICE LENNOX was the villain," said Anne indignantly.
"I don't see why every one likes him better than PERCEVAL."
"Perceval is too good. He's aggravating. Next time you write
about a hero put a little spice of human nature in him."
"AVERIL couldn't have married MAURICE. He was bad."
"She'd have reformed him. You can reform a man; you can't reform
a jelly-fish, of course. Your story isn't bad -- it's kind of
interesting, I'll admit. But you're too young to write a story
that would be worth while. Wait ten years."
Anne made up her mind that the next time she wrote a story she
wouldn't ask anybody to criticize it. It was too discouraging.
She would not read the story to Gilbert, although she told him
about it.
"If it is a success you'll see it when it is published, Gilbert,
but if it is a failure nobody shall ever see it."
Marilla knew nothing about the venture. In imagination Anne saw
herself reading a story out of a magazine to Marilla, entrapping
I really do think I could write one at least as good."
"And will you have it published in the Canadian Woman?"
"I might try one of the bigger magazines first. It all depends
on what kind of a story I write."
"What is it to be about?"
"I don't know yet. I want to get hold of a good plot. I believe
this is very necessary from an editor's point of view. The only
thing I've settled on is the heroine's name. It is to be AVERIL
LESTER. Rather pretty, don't you think? Don't mention this to
any one, Diana. I haven't told anybody but you and Mr. Harrison.
HE wasn't very encouraging -- he said there was far too much
trash written nowadays as it was, and he'd expected something
better of me, after a year at college."
"What does Mr. Harrison know about it?" demanded Diana scornfully.
They found the Gillis home gay with lights and callers. Leonard
Kimball, of Spencervale, and Morgan Bell, of Carmody, were glaring
at each other across the parlor. Several merry girls had dropped in.
Ruby was dressed in white and her eyes and cheeks were very brilliant.
She laughed and chattered incessantly, and after the other girls had
gone she took Anne upstairs to display her new summer dresses.
"I've a blue silk to make up yet, but it's a little heavy for
summer wear. I think I'll leave it until the fall. I'm going
to teach in White Sands, you know. How do you like my hat?
That one you had on in church yesterday was real dinky.
But I like something brighter for myself. Did you notice
those two ridiculous boys downstairs? They've both come
determined to sit each other out. I don't care a single bit
about either of them, you know. Herb Spencer is the one I like.
Sometimes I really do think he's MR. RIGHT. At Christmas I
thought the Spencervale schoolmaster was that. But I found
out something about him that turned me against him. He nearly
went insane when I turned him down. I wish those two boys hadn't
come tonight. I wanted to have a nice good talk with you, Anne,
and tell you such heaps of things. You and I were always good
chums, weren't we?"
Ruby slipped her arm about Anne's waist with a shallow little laugh.
But just for a moment their eyes met, and, behind all the luster
of Ruby's, Anne saw something that made her heart ache.
"Come up often, won't you, Anne?" whispered Ruby. "Come alone --
I want you."
"Are you feeling quite well, Ruby?"
"Me! Why, I'm perfectly well. I never felt better in my life.
Of course, that congestion last winter pulled me down a little.
But just see my color. I don't look much like an invalid, I'm sure."
Ruby's voice was almost sharp. She pulled her arm away from Anne,
as if in resentment, and ran downstairs, where she was gayer than
ever, apparently so much absorbed in bantering her two swains that
Diana and Anne felt rather out of it and soon went away.
Chapter XII
"Averil's Atonement"
"What are you dreaming of, Anne?"
The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the
brook. Ferns nodded in it, and little grasses were green, and
wild pears hung finely-scented, white curtains around it.
Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh.
"I was thinking out my story, Diana."
"Oh, have you really begun it?" cried Diana, all alight with
eager interest in a moment.
"Yes, I have only a few pages written, but I have it all pretty
well thought out. I've had such a time to get a suitable plot.
None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a girl named
AVERIL."
"Couldn't you have changed her name?"
"No, the thing was impossible. I tried to, but I couldn't do it,
any more than I could change yours. AVERIL was so real to me
that no matter what other name I tried to give her I just thought
of her as AVERIL behind it all. But finally I got a plot that
matched her. Then came the excitement of choosing names for
all my characters. You have no idea how fascinating that is.
I've lain awake for hours thinking over those names. The hero's
name is PERCEVAL DALRYMPLE."
"Have you named ALL the characters?" asked Diana wistfully. "If
you hadn't I was going to ask you to let me name one -- just some
unimportant person. I'd feel as if I had a share in the story then."
"You may name the little hired boy who lived with the LESTERS,"
conceded Anne. "He is not very important, but he is the only one
left unnamed."
"Call him RAYMOND FITZOSBORNE," suggested Diana, who had a store
of such names laid away in her memory, relics of the old "Story
Club," which she and Anne and Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis had
had in their schooldays.
Anne shook her head doubtfully.
"I'm afraid that is too aristocratic a name for a chore boy,
Diana. I couldn't imagine a Fitzosborne feeding pigs and picking
up chips, could you?"
Diana didn't see why, if you had an imagination at all, you
couldn't stretch it to that extent; but probably Anne knew best,
and the chore boy was finally christened ROBERT RAY, to be called
BOBBY should occasion require.
"How much do you suppose you'll get for it?" asked Diana.
But Anne had not thought about this at all. She was in pursuit
of fame, not filthy lucre, and her literary dreams were as yet
untainted by mercenary considerations.
"You'll let me read it, won't you?" pleaded Diana.
"When it is finished I'll read it to you and Mr. Harrison, and I
shall want you to criticize it SEVERELY. No one else shall see
it until it is published."
"How are you going to end it -- happily or unhappily?"
"I'm not sure. I'd like it to end unhappily, because that would
be so much more romantic. But I understand editors have a prejudice
against sad endings. I heard Professor Hamilton say once that nobody
but a genius should try to write an unhappy ending.
And," concluded Anne modestly, "I'm anything but a genius."
"Oh I like happy endings best. You'd better let him marry her,"
said Diana, who, especially since her engagement to Fred, thought
this was how every story should end.
"But you like to cry over stories?"
"Oh, yes, in the middle of them. But I like everything to come
right at last."
"I must have one pathetic scene in it," said Anne thoughtfully.
"I might let ROBERT RAY be injured in an accident and have a
death scene."
"No, you mustn't kill BOBBY off," declared Diana, laughing.
"He belongs to me and I want him to live and flourish. Kill
somebody else if you have to."
For the next fortnight Anne writhed or reveled, according to
mood, in her literary pursuits. Now she would be jubilant over a
brilliant idea, now despairing because some contrary character
would NOT behaveproperly. Diana could not understand this.
"MAKE them do as you want them to," she said.
"I can't," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine.
She WILL do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils
everything that went before and I have to write it all over again."
Finally, however, the story was finished, and Anne read it to
Diana in the seclusion of the porch gable. She had achieved her
"pathetic scene" without sacrificing ROBERT RAY, and she kept a
watchful eye on Diana as she read it. Diana rose to the occasion
and cried properly; but, when the end came, she looked a little
disappointed.
"Why did you kill MAURICE LENNOX?" she asked reproachfully.
"He was the villain," protested Anne. "He had to be punished."
"I like him best of them all," said unreasonable Diana.
"Well, he's dead, and he'll have to stay dead," said Anne,
rather resentfully. "If I had let him live he'd have gone
on persecuting AVERIL and PERCEVAL."
"Yes -- unless you had reformed him."
"That wouldn't have been romantic, and, besides, it would have
made the story too long."
"Well, anyway, it's a perfectlyelegant story, Anne, and will
make you famous, of that I'm sure. Have you got a title for it?"
"Oh, I decided on the title long ago. I call it AVERIL'S
ATONEMENT. Doesn't that sound nice and alliterative? Now,
Diana, tell me candidly, do you see any faults in my story?"
"Well," hesitated Diana, "that part where AVERIL makes the cake
doesn't seem to me quite romantic enough to match the rest. It's
just what anybody might do. Heroines shouldn't do cooking, _I_ think."
"Why, that is where the humor comes in, and it's one of the best
parts of the whole story," said Anne. And it may be stated that
in this she was quite right.
Diana prudently refrained from any further criticism, but
Mr. Harrison was much harder to please. First he told her
there was entirely too much description in the story.
"Cut out all those flowery passages," he said unfeelingly.
Anne had an uncomfortableconviction that Mr. Harrison was right,
and she forced herself to expunge most of her beloveddescriptions,
though it took three re-writings before the story could be pruned
down to please the fastidious Mr. Harrison.
"I've left out ALL the descriptions but the sunset," she said at last.
"I simply COULDN'T let it go. It was the best of them all."
"It hasn't anything to do with the story," said Mr. Harrison,
"and you shouldn't have laid the scene among rich city people.
What do you know of them? Why didn't you lay it right here in
Avonlea -- changing the name, of course, or else Mrs. Rachel
Lynde would probably think she was the heroine."
"Oh, that would never have done," protested Anne. "Avonlea is
the dearest place in the world, but it isn't quite romantic
enough for the scene of a story."
"I daresay there's been many a romance in Avonlea -- and many a
tragedy, too," said Mr. Harrison drily. "But your folks ain't
like real folks anywhere. They talk too much and use too
high-flown language. There's one place where that DALRYMPLE chap
talks even on for two pages, and never lets the girl get a word in
edgewise. If he'd done that in real life she'd have pitched him."
"I don't believe it," said Anne flatly. In her secret soul she
thought that the beautiful, poetical things said to AVERIL would
win any girl's heart completely. Besides, it was gruesome to hear
of AVERIL, the stately, queen-like AVERIL, "pitching" any one.
AVERIL "declined her suitors."
"Anyhow," resumed the merciless Mr. Harrison, "I don't see why
MAURICE LENNOX didn't get her. He was twice the man the other is.
He did bad things, but he did them. Perceval hadn't time for
anything but mooning."
"Mooning." That was even worse than "pitching!"
"MAURICE LENNOX was the villain," said Anne indignantly.
"I don't see why every one likes him better than PERCEVAL."
"Perceval is too good. He's aggravating. Next time you write
about a hero put a little spice of human nature in him."
"AVERIL couldn't have married MAURICE. He was bad."
"She'd have reformed him. You can reform a man; you can't reform
a jelly-fish, of course. Your story isn't bad -- it's kind of
interesting, I'll admit. But you're too young to write a story
that would be worth while. Wait ten years."
Anne made up her mind that the next time she wrote a story she
wouldn't ask anybody to criticize it. It was too discouraging.
She would not read the story to Gilbert, although she told him
about it.
"If it is a success you'll see it when it is published, Gilbert,
but if it is a failure nobody shall ever see it."
Marilla knew nothing about the venture. In imagination Anne saw
herself reading a story out of a magazine to Marilla, entrapping
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- filthy [´filθi] a.污秽的，肮脏的 (英语四级单词)
- pathetic [pə´θetik] a.可怜的；悲哀的 (英语四级单词)
- unreasonable [ʌn´ri:zənəbl] a.不合理的；荒唐的 (英语四级单词)
- flowery [´flauəri] a.多花的 (英语四级单词)
- incessantly [in´sesntli] ad.不断地，不停地 (英语六级单词)
- spencer [´spensə] n.(羊毛)短上衣 (英语六级单词)
- wistfully [´wistfuli] ad.渴望地；不满足地 (英语六级单词)
- mercenary [´mə:sinəri] a.唯利是图的；雇佣的 (英语六级单词)
- modestly [´mɔdistli] ad.谦虚地；有节制地 (英语六级单词)
- despairing [di´speəriŋ] a.感到绝望的 (英语六级单词)
- flatly [´flætli] ad.平淡地；断然地 (英语六级单词)
- poetical [pəu´etikəl] a.理想化了的 (英语六级单词)
- merciless [´mə:siləs] a.残忍的；无情的 (英语六级单词)
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