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1OF course you must be Elaine, Anne," said Diana. "I could never have the courage to float down there." "Nor I," said
2Ruby Gillis, with a shiver. "I don't mind floating down when there's two or three of us in the flat and we can sit up.
3It's fun then. But to lie down and pretend I was dead--I just couldn't. I'd die really of fright." "Of course it would
4be romantic," conceded Jane Andrews, "but I know I couldn't keep still. I'd be popping up every minute or so to see
5where I was and if I wasn't drifting too far out. And you know, Anne, that would spoil the effect." "But it's so
6ridiculous to have a redheaded Elaine," mourned Anne. "I'm not afraid to float down and I'd love to be Elaine. But it's
7ridiculous just the same. Ruby ought to be Elaine because she is so fair and has such lovely long golden hair--Elaine
8had 'all her bright hair streaming down,' you know. And Elaine was the lily maid. Now, a red-haired person cannot be a
9lily maid." "Your complexion is just as fair as Ruby's," said Diana earnestly, "and your hair is ever so much darker
10than it used to be before you cut it." "Oh, do you really think so?" exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight.
11"I've sometimes thought it was myself--but I never dared to ask anyone for fear she would tell me it wasn't. Do you
12think it could be called auburn now, Diana?" "Yes, and I think it is real pretty," said Diana, looking admiringly at the
13short, silky curls that clustered over Anne's head and were held in place by a very jaunty black velvet ribbon and bow.
14They were standing on the bank of the pond, below Orchard Slope, where a little headland fringed with birches ran out
15from the bank; at its tip was a small wooden platform built out into the water for the convenience of fishermen and duck
16hunters. Ruby and Jane were spending the midsummer afternoon with Diana, and Anne had come over to play with them. Anne
17and Diana had spent most of their playtime that summer on and about the pond. Idlewild was a thing of the past, Mr. Bell
18having ruthlessly cut down the little circle of trees in his back pasture in the spring. Anne had sat among the stumps
19and wept, not without an eye to the romance of it; but she was speedily consoled, for, after all, as she and Diana said,
20big girls of thirteen, going on fourteen, were too old for such childish amusements as playhouses, and there were more
21fascinating sports to be found about the pond. It was splendid to fish for trout over the bridge and the two girls
22learned to row themselves about in the little flat-bottomed dory Mr. Barry kept for duck shooting. It was Anne's idea
23that they dramatize Elaine. They had studied Tennyson's poem in school the preceding winter, the Superintendent of
24Education having prescribed it in the English course for the Prince Edward Island schools. They had analyzed and parsed
25it and torn it to pieces in general until it was a wonder there was any meaning at all left in it for them, but at least
26the fair lily maid and Lancelot and Guinevere and King Arthur had become very real people to them, and Anne was devoured
27by secret regret that she had not been born in Camelot. Those days, she said, were so much more romantic than the
28present. Anne's plan was hailed with enthusiasm. The girls had discovered that if the flat were pushed off from the
29landing place it would drift down with the current under the bridge and finally strand itself on another headland lower
30down which ran out at a curve in the pond. They had often gone down like this and nothing could be more convenient for
31playing Elaine. "Well, I'll be Elaine," said Anne, yielding reluctantly, for, although she would have been delighted to
32play the principal character, yet her artistic sense demanded fitness for it and this, she felt, her limitations made
33impossible. "Ruby, you must be King Arthur and Jane will be Guinevere and Diana must be Lancelot. But first you must be
34the brothers and the father. We can't have the old dumb servitor because there isn't room for two in the flat when one
35is lying down. We must pall the barge all its length in blackest samite. That old black shawl of your mother's will be
36just the thing, Diana." The black shawl having been procured, Anne spread it over the flat and then lay down on the
37bottom, with closed eyes and hands folded over her breast. "Oh, she does look really dead," whispered Ruby Gillis
38nervously, watching the still, white little face under the flickering shadows of the birches. "It makes me feel
39frightened, girls. Do you suppose it's really right to act like this? Mrs. Lynde says that all play-acting is abominably
40wicked." "Ruby, you shouldn't talk about Mrs. Lynde," said Anne severely. "It spoils the effect because this is hundreds
41of years before Mrs. Lynde was born. Jane, you arrange this. It's silly for Elaine to be talking when she's dead." Jane
42rose to the occasion. Cloth of gold for coverlet there was none, but an old piano scarf of yellow Japanese crepe was an
43excellent substitute. A white lily was not obtainable just then, but the effect of a tall blue iris placed in one of
44Anne's folded hands was all that could be desired. "Now, she's all ready," said Jane. "We must kiss her quiet brows and,
45Diana, you say, 'Sister, farewell forever,' and Ruby, you say, 'Farewell, sweet sister,' both of you as sorrowfully as
46you possibly can. Anne, for goodness sake smile a little. You know Elaine 'lay as though she smiled.' That's better. Now
47push the flat off." The flat was accordingly pushed off, scraping roughly over an old embedded stake in the process.
48Diana and Jane and Ruby only waited long enough to see it caught in the current and headed for the bridge before
49scampering up through the woods, across the road, and down to the lower headland where, as Lancelot and Guinevere and
50the King, they were to be in readiness to receive the lily maid. For a few minutes Anne, drifting slowly down, enjoyed
51the romance of her situation to the full. Then something happened not at all romantic. The flat began to leak. In a very
52few moments it was necessary for Elaine to scramble to her feet, pick up her cloth of gold coverlet and pall of blackest
53samite and gaze blankly at a big crack in the bottom of her barge through which the water was literally pouring. That
54sharp stake at the landing had torn off the strip of batting nailed on the flat. Anne did not know this, but it did not
55take her long to realize that she was in a dangerous plight. At this rate the flat would fill and sink long before it
56could drift to the lower headland. Where were the oars? Left behind at the landing! Anne gave one gasping little scream
57which nobody ever heard; she was white to the lips, but she did not lose her self-possession. There was one chance--just
58one.
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