22 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 22 Odds and Ends So you had tea at the stone house for the Lavender Lord.

So you had tea at the stone house for the Lavender Louis.

Said Marilla at the breakfast table next morning.

What is she like now?

It's over 15 years since I saw her last.

It was one Sunday in Grafton Church.

I suppose she's changed a great deal.

Davy Keith,

When you want something you can't reach,

Ask to have it passed and don't spread yourself over the table in that fashion.

Did you ever see Bessie?

Did you ever see Paul Irving doing that when he was here to meals?

But Paul's arms are a lot longer than mine,

Grumbled Davy.

They've had 11 years to grow and mine have only had seven.

Sides,

I did ask but you and Anne were so busy talking you didn't pay attention.

Sides,

Paul's never been here to any meal except tea and it's easier to be polite to you than at breakfast.

You ain't half as hungry.

It's an awful long while between supper and breakfast.

Now Anne,

That spoonful ain't any bigger than it was last year and I'm ever so much bigger myself.

Of course I don't know what Miss Lavender used to look like but I don't fancy somehow she's changed a great deal,

Said Anne after she'd helped Davy to maple syrup,

Giving him two spoonfuls to pacify him.

Her hair is snow white but her face is fresh and almost girlish and she has the sweetest brown eyes.

Such a pretty shade of wood brown with little golden glints in them and her voice makes you think of white satin and tinkling water and fairy bells all mixed up together.

She was reckoned a great beauty when she was a girl,

Said Marilla.

I never knew her very well but I liked her as far as I did know her.

Some folks thought her peculiar even then.

Davy,

If I ever catch you with such a trick again,

You'll be made to wait for your meals till everyone else is done like the French.

Most conversations between Anne and Marilla in the presence of the twins were punctuated by these rebukes,

Davy would.

In this instance,

Davy,

Sad to relate,

Not being able to scoop up the last drops of his syrup with his spoon,

Had solved the difficulty by lifting his plate in both hands and applying his small pink tongue to it.

Anne looked at him with such horrified eyes that the little sinner turned red and said,

Half shamefacedly,

Half defiantly,

There ain't any wasted that way.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,

Said Anne,

And Miss Lavender's certainly different,

Though it's hard to say just where the difference comes in.

Perhaps it's because she's one of those people who never grow old.

One might as well grow old when all your generation do,

Said Marilla,

Rather reckless of her pronouns.

If you don't,

You don't fit in anywhere.

Far as I can learn,

Lavender Lewis has just dropped out of everything.

She lived in that out-of-the-way place since everybody's forgotten her.

That stone house is one of the oldest on the island.

Old Miss Lewis built it 80 years ago when he came out from England.

Davy,

Stop joggling Dora's elbow.

I saw you.

You needn't try to look innocent.

What does make you behave so this morning?

Maybe I got out the wrong side of bed,

Suggested Davy.

Milty Bolter says if you do that,

Things are bound to go wrong with you all day.

His grandmother told him.

But which is the right side?

And what are you to do when your bed's against the wall?

I want to know.

I've always wondered what went wrong between Stephen Irving and Lavender Lewis,

Continued Marilla,

Ignoring Davy.

They were certainly engaged 25 years ago,

And then all at once it was broken off.

I don't know what the trouble was,

But it must have been something terrible,

For he went away to the States and never come home since.

Perhaps it was nothing very dreadful after all.

I think the little things in life often make more trouble than the big things,

Said Anne,

With one of those flashes of insight which experience could not have bettered.

Marilla,

Please don't say anything about my being at Miss Lavender's to Mrs Linde.

She'd be sure to ask a hundred questions and somehow I wouldn't like it.

Nor Miss Lavender if she knew,

I feel sure.

I dare say Rachel will be curious,

Admitted Marilla,

Though she hasn't as much time as she used to have for looking after other people's affairs.

She's tied home now on account of Thomas,

And she's feeling pretty downhearted,

For I think she's beginning to lose hope of his ever getting better.

Rachel will be left pretty lonely if anything happens to him,

With all her children settled out west.

Except Eliza in town,

And she doesn't like her husband.

Marilla's pronouns slandered Eliza,

Who was very fond of her husband.

Rachel says if he'd only brace up and exert his willpower,

He'd get better.

But what is the use of asking a jellyfish to sit up straight?

Continued Marilla.

Thomas Linde never had any willpower to exert.

His mother ruled him till he married,

And then Rachel carried it on.

It's a wonder he dared to get sick without asking her permission.

But there,

I shouldn't talk so.

Rachel's been a good wife to him.

He'd never have amounted to anything without her,

That's certain.

He was born to be ruled,

And it's well he fell into the hands of a clever,

Capable manager like Rachel.

He didn't mind her way.

It saved him the bother of ever making up his own mind about anything.

Davey,

Do stop squirming like an eel.

I've nothing else to do,

Protested Davey.

I can't eat anymore,

And it's no fun watching you and Anne eat.

Well,

You and Dora go out and give the hens their wheat then,

Said Marilla.

And don't you try to pull any more feathers out of the white rooster's tail either.

I wanted some feathers for an Injun headdress,

Said Davey sulkily.

Milty Bolt is a dandy one made out of the feathers his mother gave him when she killed their old white gobbler.

You might let me have some,

Marilla.

That rooster's got ever so many more than he wants.

You may have the old feather duster in the garret,

Said Anne,

And I'll dye them green and red and yellow for you.

You do spoil that boy dreadfully,

Said Marilla,

When Davey,

With a radiant face,

Had followed prim Dora outside.

Marilla's education had made great strides in the past six years,

But she had not yet been able to rid herself of the idea it was very bad for a child to have too many of its wishes indulged.

All the boys of his class have Indian headdresses,

And Davey wants one too,

Said Anne.

I know how it feels.

I'll never forget how I used to long for puff sleeves when all the other girls had them.

And Davey isn't being spoiled.

He's improving every day.

Think what a difference there is in him since he came here a year ago.

He certainly doesn't get into as much mischief since he began to go to school,

Acknowledged Marilla.

I suppose he works off the tendency with the other boys.

But it's a wonder to me we haven't heard from Richard Keith before this.

Never a word since last May.

I'll be afraid to hear from him.

Sighed Anne,

Beginning to clear away the dishes.

If a letter should come,

I dread opening it,

For fear it would tell us to send the twins back to him.

A month later,

A letter did come.

But it was not from Richard Keith.

A friend of his had written to say that Richard Keith had died of consumption a fortnight previously.

The writer of the letter was the executor of his will.

And by that will,

The sum of $2,

000 was left to Miss Marilla Cuthbert in trust for Davey and Dora Keith until they came of age or married.

In the meantime,

The interest was to be used for their maintenance.

It seems dreadful to be glad of anything in connection with a death,

Said Anne soberly.

I am sorry for poor Mr.

Keith,

But I am glad that we can keep the twins.

It's a very good thing about the money,

Said Marilla practically.

I wanted to keep them,

But I really didn't see how I could afford to do it,

Especially when they grew older.

The rent of the farm doesn't do any more than keep the house,

And I was bound that not a cent of your money should be spent on them.

You'd do far too much for them,

As it is.

Dora didn't need that new hat you bought her any more than a cat needed new tails.

But now the way is made clear and they are provided for.

Davey and Dora were delighted when they heard they were to live at Green Gables,

For good.

The death of an uncle whom they'd never seen could not weigh a moment in the balance against that.

But Dora did have one.

Was Uncle Richard buried,

She whispered to Anne.

Yes,

Dear,

Of course.

He.

.

.

He.

.

.

Isn't like Mirabelle Cotton's uncle,

Is he?

In a still more agitated whisper.

He won't walk about houses after being buried,

Will he,

Anne?

No,

Anne replied.