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1MARILLA came briskly forward as Matthew opened the door. But when her eyes fell on the odd little figure in the stiff,
2ugly dress, with the long braids of red hair and the eager, luminous eyes, she stopped short in amazement. "Matthew
3Cuthbert, who's that?" she ejaculated. "Where is the boy?" "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly. "There was
4only her." He nodded at the child, remembering that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been
5a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brought her. I asked the
6stationmaster. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in." "Well,
7this is a pretty piece of business!" ejaculated Marilla. During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes
8roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of
9what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands. "You don't want
10me!" she cried. "You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might
11have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm
12going to burst into tears!" Burst into tears she did. Sitting down on a chair by the table, flinging her arms out upon
13it, and burying her face in them, she proceeded to cry stormily. Marilla and Matthew looked at each other deprecatingly
14across the stove. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Finally Marilla stepped lamely into the breach. "Well, well,
15there's no need to cry so about it." "Yes, there is need!" The child raised her head quickly, revealing a tear-stained
16face and trembling lips. "You would cry, too, if you were an orphan and had come to a place you thought was going to be
17home and found that they didn't want you because you weren't a boy. Oh, this is the most tragical thing that ever
18happened to me!" Something like a reluctant smile, rather rusty from long disuse, mellowed Marilla's grim expression.
19"Well, don't cry any more. We're not going to turn you out-of-doors tonight. You'll have to stay here until we
20investigate this affair. What's your name?" The child hesitated for a moment. "Will you please call me Cordelia?" she
21said eagerly. "Call you Cordelia? Is that your name?" "No-o-o, it's not exactly my name, but I would love to be called
22Cordelia. It's such a perfectly elegant name." "I don't know what on earth you mean. If Cordelia isn't your name, what
23is?" "Anne Shirley," reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name, "but, oh, please do call me Cordelia. It can't
24matter much to you what you call me if I'm only going to be here a little while, can it? And Anne is such an unromantic
25name." "Unromantic fiddlesticks!" said the unsympathetic Marilla. "Anne is a real good plain sensible name. You've no
26need to be ashamed of it." "Oh, I'm not ashamed of it," explained Anne, "only I like Cordelia better. I've always
27imagined that my name was Cordelia--at least, I always have of late years. When I was young I used to imagine it was
28Geraldine, but I like Cordelia better now. But if you call me Anne please call me Anne spelled with an E." "What
29difference does it make how it's spelled?" asked Marilla with another rusty smile as she picked up the teapot. "Oh, it
30makes such a difference. It looks so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can't you always see it in your mind,
31just as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll
32only call me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia." "Very well, then,
33Anne spelled with an E, can you tell us how this mistake came to be made? We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring us a
34boy. Were there no boys at the asylum?" "Oh, yes, there was an abundance of them. But Mrs. Spencer said distinctly that
35you wanted a girl about eleven years old. And the matron said she thought I would do. You don't know how delighted I
36was. I couldn't sleep all last night for joy. Oh," she added reproachfully, turning to Matthew, "why didn't you tell me
37at the station that you didn't want me and leave me there? If I hadn't seen the White Way of Delight and the Lake of
38Shining Waters it wouldn't be so hard." "What on earth does she mean?" demanded Marilla, staring at Matthew. "She--she's
39just referring to some conversation we had on the road," said Matthew hastily. "I'm going out to put the mare in,
40Marilla. Have tea ready when I come back." "Did Mrs. Spencer bring anybody over besides you?" continued Marilla when
41Matthew had gone out. "She brought Lily Jones for herself. Lily is only five years old and she is very beautiful and had
42nut-brown hair. If I was very beautiful and had nut-brown hair would you keep me?" "No. We want a boy to help Matthew on
43the farm. A girl would be of no use to us. Take off your hat. I'll lay it and your bag on the hall table." Anne took off
44her hat meekly. Matthew came back presently and they sat down to supper. But Anne could not eat. In vain she nibbled at
45the bread and butter and pecked at the crab-apple preserve out of the little scalloped glass dish by her plate. She did
46not really make any headway at all. "You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a
47serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. "I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of
48despair?" "I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. "Weren't you? Well, did you
49ever try to imagine you were in the depths of despair?" "No, I didn't." "Then I don't think you can understand what it's
50like. It's a very uncomfortable feeling indeed. When you try to eat a lump comes right up in your throat and you can't
51swallow anything, not even if it was a chocolate caramel. I had one chocolate caramel once two years ago and it was
52simply delicious. I've often dreamed since then that I had a lot of chocolate caramels, but I always wake up just when
53I'm going to eat them. I do hope you won't be offended because I can't eat. Everything is extremely nice, but still I
54cannot eat." "I guess she's tired," said Matthew, who hadn't spoken since his return from the barn. "Best put her to
55bed, Marilla." Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed. She had prepared a couch in the kitchen
56chamber for the desired and expected boy. But, although it was neat and clean, it did not seem quite the thing to put a
57girl there somehow. But the spare room was out of the question for such a stray waif, so there remained only the east
58gable room. Marilla lighted a candle and told Anne to follow her, which Anne spiritlessly did, taking her hat and
59carpet-bag from the hall table as she passed. The hall was fearsomely clean; the little gable chamber in which she
60presently found herself seemed still cleaner. Marilla set the candle on a three-legged, three-cornered table and turned
61down the bedclothes. "I suppose you have a nightgown?" she questioned. Anne nodded. "Yes, I have two. The matron of the
62asylum made them for me. They're fearfully skimpy. There is never enough to go around in an asylum, so things are always
63skimpy--at least in a poor asylum like ours. I hate skimpy night-dresses. But one can dream just as well in them as in
64lovely trailing ones, with frills around the neck, that's one consolation." "Well, undress as quick as you can and go to
65bed. I'll come back in a few minutes for the candle. I daren't trust you to put it out yourself. You'd likely set the
66place on fire."
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