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1DO you know," said Anne confidentially, "I've made up my mind to enjoy this drive. It's been my experience that you can
2nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. Of course, you must make it up firmly. I am
3not going to think about going back to the asylum while we're having our drive. I'm just going to think about the drive.
4Oh, look, there's one little early wild rose out! Isn't it lovely? Don't you think it must be glad to be a rose?
5Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things. And isn't pink the most
6bewitching color in the world? I love it, but I can't wear it. Redheaded people can't wear pink, not even in
7imagination. Did you ever know of anybody whose hair was red when she was young, but got to be another color when she
8grew up?" "No, I don't know as I ever did," said Marilla mercilessly, "and I shouldn't think it likely to happen in your
9case either." Anne sighed. "Well, that is another hope gone. 'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a
10sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything." "I don't see
11where the comforting comes in myself," said Marilla. "Why, because it sounds so nice and romantic, just as if I were a
12heroine in a book, you know. I am so fond of romantic things, and a graveyard full of buried hopes is about as romantic
13a thing as one can imagine, isn't it? I'm rather glad I have one. Are we going across the Lake of Shining Waters today?"
14"We're not going over Barry's pond, if that's what you mean by your Lake of Shining Waters. We're going by the shore
15road." "Shore road sounds nice," said Anne dreamily. "Is it as nice as it sounds? Just when you said 'shore road' I saw
16it in a picture in my mind, as quick as that! And White Sands is a pretty name, too; but I don't like it as well as
17Avonlea. Avonlea is a lovely name. It just sounds like music. How far is it to White Sands?" "It's five miles; and as
18you're evidently bent on talking you might as well talk to some purpose by telling me what you know about yourself."
19"Oh, what I know about myself isn't really worth telling," said Anne eagerly. "If you'll only let me tell you what I
20imagine about myself you'll think it ever so much more interesting." "No, I don't want any of your imaginings. Just you
21stick to bald facts. Begin at the beginning. Where were you born and how old are you?" "I was eleven last March," said
22Anne, resigning herself to bald facts with a little sigh. "And I was born in Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia. My father's name
23was Walter Shirley, and he was a teacher in the Bolingbroke High School. My mother's name was Bertha Shirley. Aren't
24Walter and Bertha lovely names? I'm so glad my parents had nice names. It would be a real disgrace to have a father
25named--well, say Jedediah, wouldn't it?" "I guess it doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves
26himself," said Marilla, feeling herself called upon to inculcate a good and useful moral. "Well, I don't know." Anne
27looked thoughtful. "I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able
28to believe it. I don't believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage. I suppose my
29father could have been a good man even if he had been called Jedediah; but I'm sure it would have been a cross. Well, my
30mother was a teacher in the High School, too, but when she married father she gave up teaching, of course. A husband was
31enough responsibility. Mrs. Thomas said that they were a pair of babies and as poor as church mice. They went to live in
32a weeny-teeny little yellow house in Bolingbroke. I've never seen that house, but I've imagined it thousands of times. I
33think it must have had honeysuckle over the parlor window and lilacs in the front yard and lilies of the valley just
34inside the gate. Yes, and muslin curtains in all the windows. Muslin curtains give a house such an air. I was born in
35that house. Mrs. Thomas said I was the homeliest baby she ever saw, I was so scrawny and tiny and nothing but eyes, but
36that mother thought I was perfectly beautiful. I should think a mother would be a better judge than a poor woman who
37came in to scrub, wouldn't you? I'm glad she was satisfied with me anyhow; I would feel so sad if I thought I was a
38disappointment to her--because she didn't live very long after that, you see. She died of fever when I was just three
39months old. I do wish she'd lived long enough for me to remember calling her mother. I think it would be so sweet to say
40'mother,' don't you? And father died four days afterwards from fever too. That left me an orphan and folks were at their
41wits' end, so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me. You see, nobody wanted me even then. It seems to be my fate. Father
42and mother had both come from places far away and it was well known they hadn't any relatives living. Finally Mrs.
43Thomas said she'd take me, though she was poor and had a drunken husband. She brought me up by hand. Do you know if
44there is anything in being brought up by hand that ought to make people who are brought up that way better than other
45people? Because whenever I was naughty Mrs. Thomas would ask me how I could be such a bad girl when she had brought me
46up by hand--reproachful-like. "Mr. and Mrs. Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville, and I lived with them
47until I was eight years old. I helped look after the Thomas children--there were four of them younger than me--and I can
48tell you they took a lot of looking after. Then Mr. Thomas was killed falling under a train and his mother offered to
49take Mrs. Thomas and the children, but she didn't want me. Mrs. Thomas was at her wits' end, so she said, what to do
50with me. Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river came down and said she'd take me, seeing I was handy with children, and I
51went up the river to live with her in a little clearing among the stumps. It was a very lonesome place. I'm sure I could
52never have lived there if I hadn't had an imagination. Mr. Hammond worked a little sawmill up there, and Mrs. Hammond
53had eight children. She had twins three times. I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is too
54much. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came. I used to get so dreadfully tired carrying them about. "I
55lived up river with Mrs. Hammond over two years, and then Mr. Hammond died and Mrs. Hammond broke up housekeeping. She
56divided her children among her relatives and went to the States. I had to go to the asylum at Hopeton, because nobody
57would take me. They didn't want me at the asylum, either; they said they were overcrowded as it was. But they had to
58take me and I was there four months until Mrs. Spencer came." Anne finished up with another sigh, of relief this time.
59Evidently she did not like talking about her experiences in a world that had not wanted her. "Did you ever go to
60school?" demanded Marilla, turning the sorrel mare down the shore road.
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