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1Anne tipped the vase of apple blossoms near enough to bestow a soft kiss on a pink-cupped bud, and then studied
2diligently for some moments longer. "Marilla," she demanded presently, "do you think that I shall ever have a bosom
3friend in Avonlea?" "A--a what kind of friend?" "A bosom friend--an intimate friend, you know--a really kindred spirit
4to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I've dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I would, but so
5many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will, too. Do you think it's possible?"
6"Diana Barry lives over at Orchard Slope and she's about your age. She's a very nice little girl, and perhaps she will
7be a playmate for you when she comes home. She's visiting her aunt over at Carmody just now. You'll have to be careful
8how you behave yourself, though. Mrs. Barry is a very particular woman. She won't let Diana play with any little girl
9who isn't nice and good." Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms, her eyes aglow with interest. "What is
10Diana like? Her hair isn't red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It's bad enough to have red hair myself, but I positively
11couldn't endure it in a bosom friend." "Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks.
12And she is good and smart, which is better than being pretty." Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in
13Wonderland, and was firmly convinced that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a child who was being brought
14up. But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the delightful possibilities before it. "Oh, I'm so
15glad she's pretty. Next to being beautiful oneself--and that's impossible in my case--it would be best to have a
16beautiful bosom friend. When I lived with Mrs. Thomas she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors. There
17weren't any books in it; Mrs. Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there--when she had any preserves to keep.
18One of the doors was broken. Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly intoxicated. But the other was whole
19and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it. I called her Katie Maurice, and
20we were very intimate. I used to talk to her by the hour, especially on Sunday, and tell her everything. Katie was the
21comfort and consolation of my life. We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and that if I only knew the spell
22I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs. Thomas' shelves of
23preserves and china. And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all
24flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after. When I went to live with Mrs.
25Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice. She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying
26when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door. There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond's. But just up the river a
27little way from the house there was a long green little valley, and the loveliest echo lived there. It echoed back every
28word you said, even if you didn't talk a bit loud. So I imagined that it was a little girl called Violetta and we were
29great friends and I loved her almost as well as I loved Katie Maurice--not quite, but almost, you know. The night before
30I went to the asylum I said good-bye to Violetta, and oh, her good-bye came back to me in such sad, sad tones. I had
31become so attached to her that I hadn't the heart to imagine a bosom friend at the asylum, even if there had been any
32scope for imagination there." "I think it's just as well there wasn't," said Marilla drily. "I don't approve of such
33goings-on. You seem to half believe your own imaginations. It will be well for you to have a real live friend to put
34such nonsense out of your head. But don't let Mrs. Barry hear you talking about your Katie Maurices and your Violettas
35or she'll think you tell stories." "Oh, I won't. I couldn't talk of them to everybody--their memories are too sacred for
36that. But I thought I'd like to have you know about them. Oh, look, here's a big bee just tumbled out of an apple
37blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live--in an apple blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was
38rocking it. If I wasn't a human girl I think I'd like to be a bee and live among the flowers." "Yesterday you wanted to
39be a sea-gull," sniffed Marilla. "I think you are very fickle minded. I told you to learn that prayer and not talk. But
40it seems impossible for you to stop talking if you've got anybody that will listen to you. So go up to your room and
41learn it." "Oh, I know it pretty nearly all now--all but just the last line." "Well, never mind, do as I tell you. Go to
42your room and finish learning it well, and stay there until I call you down to help me get tea." "Can I take the apple
43blossoms with me for company?" pleaded Anne. "No; you don't want your room cluttered up with flowers. You should have
44left them on the tree in the first place." "I did feel a little that way, too," said Anne. "I kind of felt I shouldn't
45shorten their lovely lives by picking them--I wouldn't want to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But the temptation
46was irresistible. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible temptation?" "Anne, did you hear me tell you to go
47to your room?" Anne sighed, retreated to the east gable, and sat down in a chair by the window. "There--I know this
48prayer. I learned that last sentence coming upstairs. Now I'm going to imagine things into this room so that they'll
49always stay imagined. The floor is covered with a white velvet carpet with pink roses all over it and there are pink
50silk curtains at the windows. The walls are hung with gold and silver brocade tapestry. The furniture is mahogany. I
51never saw any mahogany, but it does sound so luxurious. This is a couch all heaped with gorgeous silken cushions, pink
52and blue and crimson and gold, and I am reclining gracefully on it. I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror
53hanging on the wall. I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a pearl cross on my breast and
54pearls in my hair. My hair is of midnight darkness and my skin is a clear ivory pallor. My name is the Lady Cordelia
55Fitzgerald. No, it isn't--I can't make that seem real." She danced up to the little looking-glass and peered into it.
56Her pointed freckled face and solemn gray eyes peered back at her. "You're only Anne of Green Gables," she said
57earnestly, "and I see you, just as you are looking now, whenever I try to imagine I'm the Lady Cordelia. But it's a
58million times nicer to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular, isn't it?" She bent forward, kissed
59her reflection affectionately, and betook herself to the open window. "Dear Snow Queen, good afternoon. And good
60afternoon, dear birches down in the hollow. And good afternoon, dear gray house up on the hill. I wonder if Diana is to
61be my bosom friend. I hope she will, and I shall love her very much. But I must never quite forget Katie Maurice and
62Violetta. They would feel so hurt if I did and I'd hate to hurt anybody's feelings, even a little bookcase girl's or a
63little echo girl's. I must be careful to remember them and send them a kiss every day." Anne blew a couple of airy
64kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then, with her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a
65sea of daydreams.
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