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1IT was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the window through which a flood of
2cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky. For a
3moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as of something very pleasant; then a
4horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and they didn't want her because she wasn't a boy! But it was morning and,
5yes, it was a cherry-tree in full bloom outside of her window. With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor. She
6pushed up the sash--it went up stiffly and creakily, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time, which was the case;
7and it stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up. Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June
8morning, her eyes glistening with delight. Oh, wasn't it beautiful? Wasn't it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn't really
9going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here. A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so
10close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen.
11On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with
12blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers,
13and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind. Below the garden a green field lush with
14clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of
15an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a
16hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had
17seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible. Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them,
18away down over green, low-sloping fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea. Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it
19all, taking everything greedily in. She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as
20lovely as anything she had ever dreamed. She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she
21was startled by a hand on her shoulder. Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer. "It's time you were dressed,"
22she said curtly. Marilla really did not know how to talk to the child, and her uncomfortable ignorance made her crisp
23and curt when she did not mean to be. Anne stood up and drew a long breath. "Oh, isn't it wonderful?" she said, waving
24her hand comprehensively at the good world outside. "It's a big tree," said Marilla, "and it blooms great, but the fruit
25don't amount to much never--small and wormy." "Oh, I don't mean just the tree; of course it's lovely--yes, it's
26radiantly lovely--it blooms as if it meant it--but I meant everything, the garden and the orchard and the brook and the
27woods, the whole big dear world. Don't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this? And I can hear
28the brook laughing all the way up here. Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They're always laughing.
29Even in winter-time I've heard them under the ice. I'm so glad there's a brook near Green Gables. Perhaps you think it
30doesn't make any difference to me when you're not going to keep me, but it does. I shall always like to remember that
31there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again. If there wasn't a brook I'd be haunted by the
32uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one. I'm not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the
33morning. Isn't it a splendid thing that there are mornings? But I feel very sad. I've just been imagining that it was
34really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted.
35But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts." "You'd better get
36dressed and come down-stairs and never mind your imaginings," said Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise.
37"Breakfast is waiting. Wash your face and comb your hair. Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the
38foot of the bed. Be as smart as you can." Anne could evidently be smart to some purpose for she was down-stairs in ten
39minutes' time, with her clothes neatly on, her hair brushed and braided, her face washed, and a comfortable
40consciousness pervading her soul that she had fulfilled all Marilla's requirements. As a matter of fact, however, she
41had forgotten to turn back the bedclothes. "I'm pretty hungry this morning," she announced as she slipped into the chair
42Marilla placed for her. "The world doesn't seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night. I'm so glad it's a
43sunshiny morning. But I like rainy mornings real well, too. All sorts of mornings are interesting, don't you think? You
44don't know what's going to happen through the day, and there's so much scope for imagination. But I'm glad it's not
45rainy today because it's easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day. I feel that I have a good
46deal to bear up under. It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but
47it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?" "For pity's sake hold your tongue," said Marilla. "You talk
48entirely too much for a little girl." Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued
49silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural. Matthew also held his
50tongue,--but this was natural,--so that the meal was a very silent one. As it progressed Anne became more and more
51abstracted, eating mechanically, with her big eyes fixed unswervingly and unseeingly on the sky outside the window. This
52made Marilla more nervous than ever; she had an uncomfortable feeling that while this odd child's body might be there at
53the table her spirit was far away in some remote airy cloudland, borne aloft on the wings of imagination. Who would want
54such a child about the place? Yet Matthew wished to keep her, of all unaccountable things! Marilla felt that he wanted
55it just as much this morning as he had the night before, and that he would go on wanting it. That was Matthew's
56way--take a whim into his head and cling to it with the most amazing silent persistency--a persistency ten times more
57potent and effectual in its very silence than if he had talked it out. When the meal was ended Anne came out of her
58reverie and offered to wash the dishes. "Can you wash dishes right?" asked Marilla distrustfully. "Pretty well. I'm
59better at looking after children, though. I've had so much experience at that. It's such a pity you haven't any here for
60me to look after." "I don't feel as if I wanted any more children to look after than I've got at present. You're problem
61enough in all conscience. What's to be done with you I don't know. Matthew is a most ridiculous man." "I think he's
62lovely," said Anne reproachfully. "He is so very sympathetic. He didn't mind how much I talked--he seemed to like it. I
63felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as ever I saw him." "You're both queer enough, if that's what you mean by
64kindred spirits," said Marilla with a sniff. "Yes, you may wash the dishes. Take plenty of hot water, and be sure you
65dry them well. I've got enough to attend to this morning for I'll have to drive over to White Sands in the afternoon and
66see Mrs. Spencer. You'll come with me and we'll settle what's to be done with you. After you've finished the dishes go
67up-stairs and make your bed." Anne washed the dishes deftly enough, as Marilla, who kept a sharp eye on the process,
68discerned. Later on she made her bed less successfully, for she had never learned the art of wrestling with a feather
69tick. But it was done somehow and smoothed down; and then Marilla, to get rid of her, told her she might go out-of-doors
70and amuse herself until dinnertime.
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