2 Anne Of Avonlea: Read By Stephanie Poppins

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Anne of Avonlea This is the second book in the Anne of Green Gables series.

I am delighted to present to you Anne as she has now grown up into an elegant teenager.

Come with me as we hear all the trials and tribulations as she continues on her journey to womanhood.

Chapter 2.

Selling in Haste,

Repenting at Leisure Anne drove over to Carmody on a shopping expedition.

Diana was,

Of course,

Pledged member of the Improvement Society and the two girls talked about little else all the way to Carmody and back.

The very first thing we ought to do when we get started,

Anne,

Is to have that hall painted,

Said Diana as they drove past the Avonlea Hall,

A rather shabby little place.

It is a disgraceful looking place and we must attend to it even before we try to get to Mr.

Levi Boulder to pull his house down.

Father says we will never succeed in doing that,

Levi Boulder said,

But we will try to get to Mr.

Levi Boulder to pull his house down.

Father says we will never succeed in doing that,

Levi Boulder is too mean to spend the time it would take.

Perhaps he'll let the boys take it down if they promise to haul the boards and spit them up for kindling wood,

Said Anne,

Hopefully.

We must do our best and be content to go slowly at first.

We can't expect to improve everything all at once.

We'll have to educate public sentiment first,

Of course.

Diana wasn't exactly sure what educating public sentiment meant,

But it sounded fine and she felt rather proud she was going to belong to a society with such an aiming view.

I thought of something last night we could do,

Anne.

You know that three-corner piece of ground where the roads from Carmody and Newbridge and White Sands meet?

It's all grown over with young spruce,

But wouldn't it be nice to have it all cleared out and just leave the two or three birch trees that are on it?

Splendid,

Grieved Anne gaily,

And have a rustic seat put under the birches,

And when spring comes we'll have a flowerbed made in the middle of it and plant geraniums.

Yes,

Only we'll have to devise some way of getting old Mrs.

Hiram's sloan to keep her cow off the road or she'll eat our geraniums up,

Laughed Diana.

I begin to see what you mean by educating public sentiment,

Anne.

There's the old balter house now.

Did you ever see such a rockery and perch right close to the road too?

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

I think an old deserted house is such a sad sight.

Said Anne dreamily.

It always seems to me to be thinking about its past,

Mourning for its old-time joys.

Marilla says a large family was raised in that old house long ago and that it was a real pretty place with a lovely garden and roses climbing all over it.

It was full of little children and laughter and songs and now it's empty and nothing ever wanders through it but the wind.

How lonely and sorrowful it must feel.

Perhaps they'll all come back on moonlit nights,

The ghosts of the little children of long ago and the roses and the songs and for a little while the old house can dream its young and joyous again.

Diana shook her head.

I never imagined things like that about places now,

Anne.

Don't you remember how cross mother and Marilla were when we imagined ghosts into the haunted wood?

To this day I can't go through that bush comfortably after dark and if I began imagining such things about the old boulter house I'd be frightened to pass it too.

Besides those children aren't dead,

They're all grown up and doing well and one of them is a butcher and flowers and songs couldn't have ghosts anyhow.

Anne smothered a little sigh.

She loved Diana dearly and they had always been good comrades but she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone.

The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

A thundershower came up while the girls were at Carmody.

It did not last long however and the drive home through lanes where the raindrops sparkled on the boughs and little leafy valleys where the drenched ferns gave out spicy odours was delightful but just as they turned into the Cuthbert Lane Anne saw something that spoiled the beauty of the landscape for her.

Before them on the right extended Mr Harrison's broad grey-green field of late oats wet and luxuriant and there standing squarely in the middle of it up to her sleek sides in the lush growth and blinking at them calmly over the intervening tassels was a jersey cow.

Anne dropped the reins and stood up with a tightening of the lips that boded no good to the predatory quadruped.

Not a word said she but she climbed nimbly down over the wheels and whisked across the fence before Diana understood what had happened.

Anne come back shrieked the latter assuming she found her voice you'll ruin your dress in that wet grain ruin it she doesn't hear me well she'll never get that cow up by herself I must go and help her of course.

Anne was charging through the grain like a mad thing Diana hopped briskly down tied the horse securely to a post turned the skirt of her pretty gingham dress over her shoulders mounted the fence and started in pursuit of her frantic friend.

She could run faster than Anne who was hampered by her clinging and drenched skirt and soon overtook her.

Behind them they left a trail that would break Mr Harrison's heart when he should see it.

Anne for mercy's sake stop panted poor Diana I'm right out of breath and you're wet to the skin.

I must get that cow out before Mr Harrison sees her gasped Anne.

I don't care if I'm drowned drowned if we can only do that.

But the Jersey cow appeared to see no good reason for being hustled out of her luscious browsing ground.

No sooner had the two breathless girls got near her than she turned and bolted squarely for the opposite corner of the field.

Head her off screamed Anne.

Run Diana run.

Diana did run.

Anne tried to and the wicked jersey went round the field as if she were possessed.

Privately Diana thought she was.

It was fully 10 minutes before they headed her off and drove her through the corner gap into the Cuthbert lane.

There is no denying that Anne was in anything but an angelic temper at that precise moment nor did it soothe her in the least to behold a buggy halted just outside the lane wherein sat Mr Shearer of Carmody and his son both of whom wore a broad smile.

I guess you'd better have sold me that cow when I wanted to buy her last week Anne chuckled Mr Shearer.

I'll sell her to you now if you want her said Anne flushed and dishevelled.

You may have her this very minute.

Done I'll give you 20 for her as I offered before and Jim here can drive with her right over to Carmody.

She'll go to town with the rest of the shipment this evening.

Mr Reader Brighton wants a jersey cow.

Five minutes later Jim Shearer and the jersey cow were marching up the road and impulsive Anne was driving along the green gables lane with her 20 dollars.

What will Marilla say asked Diana.

Oh she won't care.

Dolly was my own cow and it isn't likely she'd bring more than 20 dollars at the auction but oh dear if Mr Harrison sees that grain he'll know she's been in it again and after my giving him my word of honour I'd never let it happen.

Well this has taught me a lesson not to give my word of honour about cows.

A cow that could jump over or break through our milk pen fence couldn't be trusted anywhere.

Marilla had gone down to Mrs Lind's and when she returned knew all about Dolly's sale and transfer but Mrs Lind had seen most of the transaction from her window and guessed the rest.

I suppose it's just as well she's gone though you do do things in a dreadful headlong fashion Anne.

I don't see how she got out of the pen though she must have broken some of the boards off.

I didn't think of looking said Anne but I'll go and see now.

Martin has never come back yet perhaps some of his aunts have died and I think it's something like Mr Peter Sloan in the Octogenarians.

The other evening Mrs Sloan was reading a newspaper and she said to Mr Sloan I see here that another Octogenarian has just died.

What is an Octogenarian Peter?

And Mr Sloan said he didn't know but they must be very sickly creatures for you never heard tell of them but that they were dying.

That's the way with Martin's aunts.

Martin's just like all the rest of those French said Marilla in disgust.

You can't depend on them for a day.

Marilla was looking over Anne's carmody purchases when she heard a shrill shriek in the barnyard.

A minute later Anne dashed into the kitchen wringing her hands.

Anne Shirley what's the matter now?

Oh Marilla whatever shall I do this is terrible and it's all my fault.

Oh how will I ever learn to stop and reflect a little before doing reckless things.

Mrs Lind always told me I would do something dreadful one day and now I've done it.

Anne you are the most exasperating girl.

What is it you've done?

Sold Mr Harrison's jersey cow.

The one he bought from Mr Bell to Mr Shearer.

Dolly is out in the milking pen this very minute.

Anne Shirley are you dreaming?

I only wish I were.

There's no dream about it though it's very like a nightmare and Mr Harrison's cow is in Charlottetown by this time.

Marilla I thought I'd finished getting into straights and here I am in the very worst one I ever was in my life.

What can I do?

Do?

There's nothing to do except go and see Mr Harrison about it.

We can offer him our jersey in exchange if he doesn't want to take the money.

She's just as good as his.

I'm sure he'll be awfully cross and disagreeable about it though moaned Anne.

I dare say he will he seems to be an irritable sort of a man.

I'll go and explain to him if you like.

No indeed I'm not as mean as that exclaimed Anne.

This is all my fault and I'm certainly not going to let you take my punishment.

I'll go myself and I'll go at once.

The sooner it's over the better for it will be terribly humiliating.

Poor Anne got her hat and her twenty dollars and was passing out when she happened to glance through the open pantry door.

On the table reposed a nut cake which she had baked that morning.

A particularly toothsome concoction iced with pink icing and adorned with walnuts.

Anne had intended it for Friday evening when the youth of Avonlea were to meet at Green Gables to organise the Improvement Society.

But what were they compared to the justly offended Mr Harrison?

Anne thought that cake to soften the heart of any man especially one who had to do his own cooking and she promptly popped it into a box.

She would take it to Mr Harrison as a peace offering.

That is if he gives me a chance to say anything at all she thought ruefully as she climbed the lane fence and started on a short cut across the fields golden in the light of the dreamy August evening.

I know now just how people feel who are being led to execution.

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