Imagining Anne the Island Scrapbooks of L.m Montgomery

1 A surprise for the Cuthberts

Matthew Cuthbert lived with his sister Marilla on their farm on Prince Edward Island in Canada. Their farmhouse, Green Gables, was just outside the little village of Avonlea. Matthew was nearly sixty and had a long brown beard. His sister was five years younger. They were both tall and thin, with dark hair. Everybody in Avonlea knew that the Cuthberts were quiet people who worked very hard on their farm.

One afternoon Matthew drove the horse and cart to the station. "Has the five-thirty train arrived yet?" he asked the station-master.
"Yes," the man replied. "And there's a passenger who's waiting for you. A little girl."
"A little girl?" asked Matthew. "But I've come for a boy! The children's home is sending us one of their orphan boys. We're going to adopt him, you see, and he's going to help me with the farm work."
"Well, perhaps the children's home didn't have any boys, so they sent you a girl," answered the station-master carelessly. "Here she is."

Matthew turned shyly to speak to the child. She was about eleven, with long red hair in two plaits. Her face was small, white and thin, with a lot of freckles, and she had large grey-green eyes. She was wearing an old brown hat and a dress which was too small for her.
"Are you Mr Cuthbert of Green Gables?" she asked excitedly in a high, sweet voice. "I'm very happy to come and live with you, and belong to you. I've never belonged to anyone, you see. The people at the children's home were very kind, but it's not very exciting to live in a place like that, is it?"

Matthew felt sorry for the child. How could he tell her that it was all a mistake? But he couldn't just leave her at the station. He decided to take her home with him. Marilla could explain the mistake to her.
He was surprised that he enjoyed the journey home. He was a quiet, shy man, and he didn't like talking himself. But today, he only had to listen, because the little girl talked and talked and talked.

She told him all about herself while they drove along.
"My parents died when I was a baby, you know, and for the last three years I've had to work for my food. I've lived with three different families and looked after their children. So I've always been poor, and I haven't got any nice dresses! But I just imagine that I'm wearing the most beautiful blue dress, and a big hat with flowers on, and blue shoes, and then I'm happy! Do you imagine things sometimes?"
"Well, I … I … not often," said Matthew.

They were now driving past some very old apple trees next to the road. The trees were full of sweet-smelling, snowy-white flowers. The little girl looked at them.
"Aren't the trees beautiful?" she said happily. "But am I talking too much? Please tell me. I can stop if necessary, you know."
Matthew smiled at her. "You go on talking," he answered. "I like listening to you."

When they arrived at Green Gables, Marilla came to the door to meet them. But when she saw the little girl, she cried in surprise, "Matthew, who's that? Where's the boy?"
"The children's home has made a mistake," he said unhappily, "and sent a girl, not a boy."

The child was listening carefully. Suddenly she put her head in her hands and began to cry.
" You – you don't want me! " she sobbed. "Oh – oh! You don't want me because I'm not a boy!"
"Now, now, don't cry," said Marilla kindly.
"Don't you understand? Oh! This is the worst thing that's happened to me in all my life!"
"Well, you can stay here, just for tonight," said Marilla. "Now, what's your name?"

The child stopped crying. "Will you please call me Cordelia?" she asked.
"Call you Cordelia? Is that your name?"
"Well, no, it isn't, but it's a very beautiful name, isn't it? I like to imagine my name is Cordelia, because my real name is Anne Shirley – and that's not a very interesting name, is it?"

Marilla shook her head. "The child has too much imagination," she thought.
Later, when Anne was in bed, Marilla said to her brother, "She must go back to the children's home tomorrow."
"Marilla, don't you think… " began Matthew. "She's a nice little thing, you know."
"Matthew Cuthbert, are you telling me that you want to keep her?" asked Marilla crossly.

Matthew looked uncomfortable. "Well, she's clever, and interesting, and —"
"But we don't need a girl!"
"But perhaps she needs us," Matthew replied, surprisingly quickly for him. "She's had a very unhappy life up to now, Marilla. She can help you in the house. I can get a boy from the village to help me on the farm. What do you think?"

Marilla thought for a long time. "All right," she said in the end, "I agree. The poor child can stay. I'll look after her."
Matthew smiled happily. "Be as good and kind to her as you can, Marilla. I think she needs a lot of love."

2 At Green Gables

And so the next morning Marilla said, "Well, Anne, Matthew and I have decided to keep you, only if you're a good girl, of course. Why, child, what's the matter?" "I'm crying," sobbed Anne, "because I'm very happy! It's beautiful here! People say I'm very bad, but I'll try very hard to be good. Oh, thank you! Thank you!"
"Now stop crying, child," said Marilla a little crossly, "and listen. We're going to adopt you, and send you to school after the summer holidays."

Anne stopped crying. "Can I call you Aunt Marilla? I've never had any family at all, so I'd really like to have an aunt. We could imagine that you're my mother's sister."
"I couldn't," answered Marilla firmly.
"Don't you imagine things?" asked Anne, surprised.
"No, I don't," Marilla replied. "I do my housework, and look after Matthew, and go to church on Sunday. There's no time for imagining things in this house. Just remember that, Anne."

Anne was silent for a few minutes. Then she said, "Marilla, do you think I'll find a best friend in Avonlea? Someone who really understands me and knows all my secrets. I've always wanted a friend like that."
"Our friends, the Barrys, have a daughter called Diana, who's eleven, like you. But if you want to play with her, you'll have to be very good. Mrs Barry is very careful about Diana's friends."
"Diana! What a beautiful name!" said Anne excitedly. "Her hair isn't red, is it? I hope it isn't." She looked sadly at her red plaits. "I hate my hair."
"Diana has dark hair. She's a good, clever girl. Try to be like her, Anne."

When the two girls met, they knew at once that they would be good friends. They often played together, in the fields, or by the river, or in the garden. In the morning Anne helped Marilla with the housework. Then in the afternoon she played with Diana, or talked happily to Matthew while he worked on the farm. She soon knew and loved every flower, tree, and animal at Green Gables.

The Cuthberts had another friend, Mrs Rachel Lynde. She liked to know everything that was happening in and around Avonlea. She was very interested in the Cuthberts' little orphan girl, so one day she visited Marilla.
"I was very surprised to hear about the child," she told Marilla. "So you and Matthew have adopted her!"
"I'm surprised myself," answered Marilla with a smile. "But she's a clever little thing, you know. And she's always dancing, or singing, or laughing."

Mrs Lynde shook her head sadly. "What a mistake, Marilla! You've never had any children yourself, so how can you look after her?"
Just then Anne ran in from the garden. She stopped suddenly when she saw a stranger in the kitchen. Mrs Lynde looked at the thin little girl in the short dress, with her freckled face and red hair.
"Isn't she thin, Marilla?" she said. "Just look at those freckles! And hair as red as carrots!"

Anne's face went red. She ran up to Mrs Lynde.
"I hate you!" she shouted angrily. "I hate you! You're a horrible, fat old woman!" And she ran upstairs.
"Oh dear, oh dear!" said Mrs Lynde. "What a terrible child! You'll not have an easy time with her, Marilla." "You were rude to her, Rachel," Marilla replied, before she could stop herself.
"Well!" said Mrs Lynde. She got up and walked to the door. "I think this orphan is more important to you than I am. When I think how long we've been friends … You'll have trouble with her, I can tell you. Well, I'm sorry for you, that's all. Goodbye."

Marilla went upstairs to Anne's room. The child was lying on her narrow bed, sobbing loudly.
"You mustn't get angry like that, Anne. Mrs Lynde is my friend, and you were very rude to her."
Anne was lying on her narrow bed, sobbing loudly.
"She was rude to me!" said Anne. "She said I was thin and freckled and red-haired. It was very unkind!"
"I understand how you feel," said Marilla. "But you must go to her and tell her you're sorry."
"I can never do that," said Anne firmly.
"Then you must stay in your room and think about it. You can come out when you agree to say that you're sorry."

Anne stayed in her room all the next day. Downstairs the house was very quiet without her. That evening, while Marilla was busy in the garden, Matthew went up to Anne's room. The child was sitting sadly by the window.
"Anne," he said shyly, "why don't you say you're sorry? Then you can come down, and we can all be happy."
"I am sorry now," said Anne. "I was very angry yesterday! But do you really want me to … "
"Yes, do, please. It's lonely downstairs without you. But don't tell Marilla I've talked to you."

Marilla was pleased to hear that Anne was sorry. Later that evening, when she and Anne were in Mrs Lynde's warm kitchen, Anne suddenly fell on her knees.
"Oh Mrs Lynde," cried the little girl, "I'm very sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I am, so you must just imagine it. I am a bad girl! But please say you will forgive me. I'll be sad all my life if you don't!"
"She's enjoying herself!" thought Marilla, watching Anne's face. "She doesn't look sorry at all, but happy and excited!"
But Mrs Lynde said kindly, "Of course I forgive you." And later she said to Marilla, "Perhaps you're right to keep her. She's a strange little thing, but I think I like her."

3 At Avonlea school

When school started in September, Anne and Diana walked there and back together every day.
"What a beautiful day," Anne said happily one morning, as the two little girls walked across the fields. "I'm very lucky to have you as my best friend, Diana. You are my best friend, aren't you?"
"Of course, Anne," replied Diana, taking Anne's hand. "And just think, today you'll meet Gilbert Blythe. He's three years older than us, and very good-looking. He's just come back from holiday, and starts school today."

"Oh, boys!" said Anne. "I'm not interested in them." But she did look at Gilbert when they arrived at school. He was a tall boy, with curly brown hair and a friendly smile.
"He is good-looking," Anne whispered to Diana, "but why does he smile at me? He doesn't know me!"

Avonlea school was quiet that day. The teacher, Mr Phillips, was helping some of the older children at the back of the schoolroom. Anne was looking out of the window at the reds and yellows of the trees, and the silvery blue of the river. She was far away in the world of her imagination. But Gilbert wanted her to look at him. He whispered to her, but she did not move. He was surprised. Girls were usually very ready to look at him.
Suddenly he put his arm out, pulled her red plaits, and said in a loud whisper, "Carrots! Carrots!"

Anne jumped up and looked angrily at Gilbert.
"You horrible boy!" she cried. "I hate you!" And then she brought her heavy book down on Gilbert's head.
Mr Phillips heard the noise, and came slowly to the front of the schoolroom.

"Anne Shirley, why did you do that?" he asked. She stayed silent. Gilbert said, "I'm sorry, Mr Phillips. I was rude to her. That's why she hit me." But the teacher did not listen to Gilbert.
"I cannot have bad children in my school," said Mr Phillips firmly. "Anne, go and stand in front of the class." And there Anne stood for the rest of the day, a lonely little girl with a small white angry face.
"I hate Mr Phillips!" she thought. "And I'll never look at or speak to Gilbert Blythe again!"

The next day some of the school children were playing in a farmer's field in their lunch hour, so they were a little late for afternoon school. Anne ran into the classroom at the same time as the boys, just after the teacher.
"You're late, Anne," said Mr Phillips. "You won't sit with Diana today. I see that you enjoy being with the boys very much, so go and sit next to Gilbert this afternoon."

Anne's face went white. "He can't mean it!" she thought.
"Did you hear me, Anne?" asked Mr Phillips.
"Yes sir," said Anne and moved slowly to Gilbert's desk. There she sat down and put her head on the desk, with her arms over it.
"This is the end," she was thinking. "I wasn't the only person who was late. And he's sent me to sit with a boy. And that boy is Gilbert Blythe!"

The rest of the day went very slowly for Anne. When it was time to leave, she went to her desk, next to Diana's, and took all her books, pens and pencils with her.
"What are you doing, Anne?" asked Diana.
"I'm not coming back to school," replied Anne firmly. "Oh! But Anne … we're reading a new book next week … and we're playing a new game on Monday, and … It'll be very exciting! And you'll miss it, Anne!"

But Anne was not interested. "I'm sorry, Diana," was her only answer.
That evening Marilla ran round to Rachel Lynde's house. "Rachel, please help me! Anne says she won't go back to school. What am I going to say to her?"
Mrs Lynde already knew about Anne's troubles at school, and she was always very pleased when people asked her to help. She smiled and sat back comfortably.
"I've had ten children myself, so I know all about them," she said. "Anne can stay at home for a while. She'll want to go back to school again soon, I'm sure."

So Anne stayed at home, and only saw Diana in the evenings. She was a child who felt very strongly. She hated Gilbert Blythe, but she really loved Diana.
One evening Marilla found Anne crying in the kitchen. "What's the matter, child?" she asked in surprise.
"I love Diana very much," sobbed Anne. "I can't live without her, Marilla! But what will happen when she marries? I hate her husband already! I can imagine her in the church in her long white dress … and then she'll go away! And I'll never see her again!"

Marilla turned away to hide her smiling face. What a strange, funny child Anne was! Marilla tried not to laugh, but she couldn't stop herself.
"You and your imagination, Anne Shirley!" she cried, and she laughed and laughed.
Mrs Lynde was right, of course. After a few days Anne decided to go back to school. All the children were pleased to see her again, but she did not speak to Gilbert Blythe.

4 More trouble for Anne

"I think I'll ask the new vicar, Mr Allan, and his wife to tea on Wednesday," said Marilla one day.
"Oh yes, please do!" cried Anne excitedly. "Mrs Allan is young and beautiful, and has a very sweet smile! Can I make a cake for tea? Say yes, Marilla!"

Marilla agreed, and for the next few days Anne planned what she would put in her cake.
"I do hope it's going to be a good one," she told Diana. "Sometimes I forget to put in the right things."
"You made a very good one last week," said her friend. "I'm sure it'll be all right."

On Wednesday the tea party started very well.
"These are very good cakes, Miss Cuthbert," Mrs Allan said to Marilla. "You have been busy."
"Anne made this one, specially for you, Mrs Allan," replied Marilla.
"Oh well, I must try some," laughed the vicar's wife. But after the first mouthful there was a very strange look on her face.

"Is anything wrong?" asked Marilla. She ate a piece of Anne's cake herself. "Oh! Anne! What have you put in this cake?" she cried.
"Isn't it … isn't it all right?" asked Anne, her face red.
"All right? It's horrible! Don't try to eat any more, Mrs Allan. Anne, you've put my medicine in this cake!"
"Oh! I didn't know! It was white, and in a bottle! I thought it was milk!" sobbed Anne. She ran upstairs and fell on her bed, crying loudly.

But later that evening, when Mr and Mrs Allan went home, Marilla came to talk to her.
"Oh Marilla!" cried Anne. "Everybody in Avonlea will laugh at me for putting medicine in a cake!"
Marilla smiled and touched Anne's hot face. "No, they won't, Anne. Mrs Allan wasn't angry, you know. She said it was very kind of you to make her a cake, and she's asked you to tea at her house!"
"Oh, so she's forgiven me! She is nice, isn't she?" said Anne thankfully. "Why do I get into trouble like this? Perhaps I won't make any mistakes tomorrow."
Marilla shook her head, still smiling. "You'll think of something, Anne. You're very good at making mistakes!"

Spring came, with its bright green leaves and early flowers. One April evening Marilla came home late after visiting friends. She found the kitchen empty, and no supper on the table.
"Where's Anne?" she thought crossly. "I told her to get the supper ready." She hurried upstairs to Anne's room, and found the girl sobbing on her bed.

"Don't look at me, Marilla!" Anne cried. "I know I'm bad, I know I am!"
"What is the matter?" asked Marilla. "Are you ill?" "Oh Marilla, I just want to die! Look at my hair!" And Marilla saw that Anne's long thick red hair was now a horrible dark green.
"Oh Anne!" she said, "What have you done now?"
"I … I bought a bottle of something special from a man who came to the door. He said it would change my hair from red to black! Oh, I know it was stupid of me! But what shall I do?"

They washed Anne's hair again and again, but it was still green. Anne stayed at home for a week, saw nobody, and washed her hair every day. But at the end of the week, Marilla said, "I'm sorry, Anne, we'll have to cut it all off. You can't go to school with green hair."
Anne had to agree. "Perhaps this will teach me not to think about being beautiful," she said sadly.
Everybody was surprised to see Anne with very short hair, but no one learned the secret. And some weeks later, there were some new, darker red curls, which pleased Anne very much.

That summer Anne and her friends often played in an old boat on the river.
"Today, let's imagine that I'm a prisoner and I'm escaping from prison by boat," said Anne. "I'll hide in the boat and the river will carry it down to the bridge. You're my family, and you must meet me at the bridge."

The other girls agreed, so Anne got into the boat and hid under some coats. Her friends pushed the boat off down the river and ran across the fields to get round to the bridge. For a few minutes the prisoner enjoyed the game, but then she suddenly felt wet and sat up. Water was coming in very fast through a hole in the bottom of the boat! Luckily, there were some trees by the river and Anne saw a low branch over the water. She jumped up and caught the branch. The boat went on without her and a few seconds later went down under the water.

Her friends on the bridge saw the boat, but they did not see Anne under the tree. "Oh! Oh! Anne's dead! The boat's gone down and she's in the river!" they screamed, and ran back to the village for help.
Poor Anne could not move. She held on and held on, but her arms were getting tired and she knew that she would fall in a minute. Suddenly, there was Gilbert Blythe in his boat!

"Anne Shirley!" he cried. "What are you doing there?" He did not wait for an answer, but quickly helped Anne into his boat. She didn't say a word. When they arrived at the bridge, she got out and turned away.
"Thank you for helping me," she said coldly.
But Gilbert jumped out, and put a hand on her arm. "Anne," he said quickly, "I'm sorry I called you 'carrots'. It was a long time ago. I think your hair is really nice now. Can we forget it, and be friends?"

For a second Anne wanted to say yes. But then she remembered standing alone in front of the school children all afternoon, because of Gilbert. She would never forgive him for that! "No," she replied coldly, "I shall never be your friend, Gilbert Blythe!"
"All right!" Gilbert jumped angrily back into his boat. "I'll never ask you again, Anne Shirley!"

Anne walked home with her head held high, but she felt strangely sad, and wanted to cry.
"Why are you always in trouble, Anne ?" asked Marilla, when she heard about Anne's adventure.
"Well, I think I'm learning, Marilla," answered Anne. "I learn from my mistakes, and after today, I won't use my imagination so much. I don't think Avonlea is the right place for imagination."
"No, it isn't," agreed Marilla a little crossly.
When she went out, Matthew, who was sitting quietly in his corner, whispered to Anne, "Keep a little imagination, Anne, not too much, of course, just a little."

5 Queen's College

One day Marilla said, "Anne, your new teacher, Miss Stacy, spoke to me yesterday. She says you must study for the examinations for Queen's College in two years' time. Then if you do well, you can study at Queen's in Charlottetown for a year, and after that you'll be a teacher!"
"Oh Marilla! I'd love to be a teacher! But won't it be very expensive?"
"That doesn't matter, Anne. When Matthew and I adopted you three years ago, we decided to look after you as well as we could. Of course we'll pay for you to study."

So in the afternoons Anne and some of her friends stayed late at school, and Miss Stacy helped them with the special examination work. Diana didn't want to go to Queen's, so she went home early, but Gilbert stayed. He and Anne still never spoke and everybody knew that they were enemies, because they both wanted to be first in the examination. Secretly, Anne was sorry that she and Gilbert weren't friends, but it was too late now.

For two years Anne studied hard at school. She enjoyed learning, and Miss Stacy was pleased with her. But she didn't study all the time. In the evenings and at weekends she visited her friends, or walked through the fields with Diana, or sat talking to Matthew.
"Your Anne is a big girl now. She's taller than you," Rachel Lynde told Marilla one day.
"You're right, Rachel!" said Marilla in surprise.

"And she's a very good girl now, isn't she? She doesn't get into trouble these days. I'm sure she helps you a lot with the housework, Marilla."
"Yes, I don't know what I'd do without her," said Marilla, smiling.
"And look at her! Those beautiful grey eyes, and that red-brown hair! You know, Marilla, I thought you and Matthew made a mistake when you adopted her. But now I see I was wrong. You've looked after her very well."

"Well, thank you, Rachel," replied Marilla, pleased. That evening, when Matthew came into the kitchen, he saw that his sister was crying.
"What's the matter?" he asked, surprised. "You haven't cried since … well, I can't remember when."
"It's just … well, I was thinking about Anne," said Marilla. "I'll … I'll miss her when she goes away." "When she goes to Queen's, you mean? Yes, but she can come home at weekends, on the train."
"I'll still miss her," said Marilla sadly.

In June the Avonlea boys and girls had to go to Charlottetown to take their examinations.
"Oh, I do hope that I've done well," Anne told Diana when she arrived back at Green Gables. "The examinations were very difficult. And I've got to wait for three weeks before I know! Three weeks! I'll die!"
Anne wanted to do better than Gilbert. But she also wanted to do well for Matthew and Marilla. That was very important to her.

Diana was the first to hear the news. She ran into the kitchen at Green Gables and shouted, "Look, Anne! It's in Father's newspaper! You're first … with Gilbert … out of all the students on the island! Oh, how wonderful!" Anne took the paper with shaking hands, and saw her name, at the top of the list of two hundred. She could not speak.
"Well, now, I knew it," said Matthew with a warm smile.
"You've done well, I must say, Anne," said Marilla, who was secretly very pleased.

For the next three weeks Anne and Marilla were very busy. Anne needed new dresses to take to Charlottetown.
The evening before she left, she put on one of her new dresses to show Matthew. Marilla watched the happy young face. She remembered the strange, thin little child, with her sad eyes, who arrived at Green Gables five years ago, and she started crying quietly.
"Marilla, why are you crying?" asked Anne.
"I was just thinking of you when you were a little girl," said Marilla. "And … you're going away now … and I'll be lonely without you."

Anne took Marilla's face in her hands. "Marilla, nothing will change. Perhaps I'm bigger and older now, but I'll always be your little Anne. And I'll love you and Matthew and Green Gables more every day of my life."
Marilla could not say what she felt, like Anne, but she could show it. She put her arms round her girl and held her close to her heart.

And so for the next year Anne lived in Charlottetown, and went to college every day. She sometimes came home at weekends, but she had to study hard. Some of her Avonlea friends were at Queen's too, and also her enemy, Gilbert Blythe. Anne saw that he often walked and talked with other girls. She felt sure that she and Gilbert could have some interesting conversations. But she didn't want to be the first to speak to him, and he never looked at her.

There were examinations at the end of the college year, in May. Anne studied very hard for them.
"I'd love to get the first place," she thought. "Or perhaps I could get the Avery prize." This was a prize for the student who was best at English writing, and Anne knew she was good at that. The Avery prize paid for a free place for four years at Redmond College, one of the best colleges in Canada.

When news of the examinations came, Anne waited for her friends to tell her. She heard shouting. "It's Gilbert! He's the first!" She felt ill. But just then she heard another shout. "Anne Shirley's got the Avery!" And then all the girls were round her, laughing and shouting.
"Matthew and Marilla will be pleased!" thought Anne. "Now I can go on studying, and they won't have to pay!"
"Anne Shirley's got the Avery!"

6 Matthew and Marilla

But when she arrived back at Green Gables, Anne knew at once that something was wrong. Matthew looked much older than before.
"What's the matter with him?" Anne asked Mar ilia. "He's had some heart trouble this year," replied Marilla. "He really isn't well. I'm worried about him."
"And you're not looking well, Marilla," said Anne. "Now you must rest, while I do the housework."

Marilla smiled tiredly at Anne. "It's not the work, it's my head. It often hurts, behind my eyes. I must see the doctor about it soon. But another thing, Anne, have you heard anything about the Church Bank?"
"I heard it was having a difficult time."
"All our money is in that bank. I know Matthew's worried about it."

The next morning a letter came for Matthew. Marilla saw his grey face and cried, "What's the matter, Matthew?" Anne, who was bringing an armful of flowers into the kitchen, saw his face too. Suddenly, Matthew fell to the ground. Anne dropped her flowers and ran to help Marilla. Together they tried everything, but it was too late. Matthew was dead.

"It was his heart," said the doctor, who arrived a little later. "Did he have any bad news suddenly?"
"The letter!" cried Anne. "Shall I see what's in it? Oh Marilla, look! The Church Bank has had to close down! Your money, and Matthew's, has all gone!"
Everybody in Avonlea was sorry to hear that Matthew was dead. For the first time in his life, Matthew Cuthbert was an important person.

At first Anne couldn't cry. But then she remembered Matthew's smiling face when she told him about the Avery prize. Suddenly she started crying and couldn't stop. Marilla held her in her arms and they sobbed together.
"Crying can't bring him back," whispered Marilla.
"We'll have to learn to live without him, Anne."

In the next few weeks Anne and Marilla worked hard together on the farm and in the house. Everybody in Avonlea was very kind to them, but it was a sad time.
One day Marilla said, "I'll miss you when you go to Redmond College, Anne. What are the other Avonlea students going to do?"
"Some of them are going to teach, and some are going to stay at Queen's."
"Gilbert's going.to teach at Avonlea school, isn't he?" Anne didn't reply, so Marilla went on. "He's very tall and good-looking now, don't you think? Like his father, John, when he was younger. You know, John and I were very good friends, years ago."

Anne looked up, interested. "What happened? Why didn't you?"
"Well, we had a fight about something. He asked me to be friends again, but I couldn't forgive him. Later I was sorry, but he didn't speak to me again. Perhaps we … Oh well, it was a long time ago."

The next day Marilla went to see the doctor. When she came back, she looked very tired and ill.
"What did the doctor say?" asked Anne worriedly.
"He says I mustn't read or write, and I must wear glasses. Then my head won't hurt. But if I'm not very careful, I'll be blind in six months!"

For a minute Anne was silent. Then she said firmly, "Then you must be careful, Marilla."
"Think how terrible it is to be blind! But how lucky you've got a free place at Redmond College! I can't give you any money, you see. All our money's gone, and I can't work now. I think I'll have to sell the farm, and go and live with Rachel Lynde!" and poor Marilla sobbed wildly.
That night Anne sat alone in her bedroom. She thought and thought for some time, and then she smiled. When she went to bed, she knew what she was going to do.

The next day she explained it all to Marilla.
"You can't sell Green Gables, it's our home! Just listen, I've planned everything. I'm not going to Redmond College, it's too far away. I'm going to teach, in one of the village schools near here. Then I can live there during the week and come home at weekends to look after you. Diana's father will use our fields and pay us for them, and so we'll have some money. You see?"
"Oh Anne! I'll be all right if you're here. But you must go to Redmond, if you want to study …"
"Redmond College doesn't matter," laughed Anne. "I'm going to study at home in the evenings. And I'm going to be a really good teacher! That's better than anything!"

Marilla shook her head and tried not to cry. "You're a good girl, Anne. Now we can keep Green Gables!"
A few days later Rachel Lynde came to the farm.
"Do you know," she said, "that Gilbert isn't going to be the Avonlea teacher now?"
"Isn't he?" cried Anne. "Why not?"
"When he heard that you wanted to be near Marilla, he decided to teach at a school in another village. So you can be the Avonlea teacher now."
"Oh!" said Anne, surprised. "That's … that's very kind of him."

And that day, when she saw Gilbert by the river, she stopped him and held out her hand.
"Gilbert," she said shyly, "I … I want to thank you. It's very good of you. If I'm the Avonlea teacher, I can help Marilla much more at home."
"I'm happy to help you, Anne," said Gilbert. He smiled and held her hand firmly. "Are we going to be friends now? Have you forgiven me for calling you 'carrots'?" Anne laughed. "I forgave you a long time ago."
"I'm sure we're going to be very good friends, Anne. Can I walk home with you?"

And when Anne came into the Green Gables kitchen, Marilla said, "You look very happy, Anne. Was that Gilbert who was with you just now?"
"Yes," replied Anne, her face red. "Gilbert and I've decided to be friends. Oh Marilla, I think life is going to be good for all of us! We'll have to work hard, but we'll be happy. And we'll keep our dear old Green Gables! What could be better than that!"

Imagining Anne the Island Scrapbooks of L.m Montgomery

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