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1MARILLA laid her knitting on her lap and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were tired, and she thought vaguely that she
2must see about having her glasses changed the next time she went to town, for her eyes had grown tired very often of
3late. It was nearly dark, for the full November twilight had fallen around Green Gables, and the only light in the
4kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove. Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into
5that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood. She had been
6reading, but her book had slipped to the floor, and now she was dreaming, with a smile on her parted lips. Glittering
7castles in Spain were shaping themselves out of the mists and rainbows of her lively fancy; adventures wonderful and
8enthralling were happening to her in cloudland--adventures that always turned out triumphantly and never involved her in
9scrapes like those of actual life. Marilla looked at her with a tenderness that would never have been suffered to reveal
10itself in any clearer light than that soft mingling of fireshine and shadow. The lesson of a love that should display
11itself easily in spoken word and open look was one Marilla could never learn. But she had learned to love this slim,
12gray-eyed girl with an affection all the deeper and stronger from its very undemonstrativeness. Her love made her afraid
13of being unduly indulgent, indeed. She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's heart so intensely
14on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by
15being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her. Certainly Anne herself had no idea how
16Marilla loved her. She sometimes thought wistfully that Marilla was very hard to please and distinctly lacking in
17sympathy and understanding. But she always checked the thought reproachfully, remembering what she owed to Marilla.
18"Anne," said Marilla abruptly, "Miss Stacy was here this afternoon when you were out with Diana." Anne came back from
19her other world with a start and a sigh. "Was she? Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't in. Why didn't you call me, Marilla? Diana
20and I were only over in the Haunted Wood. It's lovely in the woods now. All the little wood things--the ferns and the
21satin leaves and the crackerberries--have gone to sleep, just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a
22blanket of leaves. I think it was a little gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight
23night and did it. Diana wouldn't say much about that, though. Diana has never forgotten the scolding her mother gave her
24about imagining ghosts into the Haunted Wood. It had a very bad effect on Diana's imagination. It blighted it. Mrs.
25Lynde says Myrtle Bell is a blighted being. I asked Ruby Gillis why Myrtle was blighted, and Ruby said she guessed it
26was because her young man had gone back on her. Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the
27worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it? Diana
28and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together
29forever. Diana hasn't quite made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some wild,
30dashing, wicked young man and reform him. Diana and I talk a great deal about serious subjects now, you know. We feel
31that we are so much older than we used to be that it isn't becoming to talk of childish matters. It's such a solemn
32thing to be almost fourteen, Marilla. Miss Stacy took all us girls who are in our teens down to the brook last
33Wednesday, and talked to us about it. She said we couldn't be too careful what habits we formed and what ideals we
34acquired in our teens, because by the time we were twenty our characters would be developed and the foundation laid for
35our whole future life. And she said if the foundation was shaky we could never build anything really worth while on it.
36Diana and I talked the matter over coming home from school. We felt extremely solemn, Marilla. And we decided that we
37would try to be very careful indeed and form respectable habits and learn all we could and be as sensible as possible,
38so that by the time we were twenty our characters would be properly developed. It's perfectly appalling to think of
39being twenty, Marilla. It sounds so fearfully old and grown up. But why was Miss Stacy here this afternoon?" "That is
40what I want to tell you, Anne, if you'll ever give me a chance to get a word in edgewise. She was talking about you."
41"About me?" Anne looked rather scared. Then she flushed and exclaimed: "Oh, I know what she was saying. I meant to tell
42you, Marilla, honestly I did, but I forgot. Miss Stacy caught me reading Ben Hur in school yesterday afternoon when I
43should have been studying my Canadian history. Jane Andrews lent it to me. I was reading it at dinner hour, and I had
44just got to the chariot race when school went in. I was simply wild to know how it turned out--although I felt sure Ben
45Hur must win, because it wouldn't be poetical justice if he didn't--so I spread the history open on my desk lid and then
46tucked Ben Hur between the desk and my knee. I just looked as if I were studying Canadian history, you know, while all
47the while I was reveling in Ben Hur. I was so interested in it that I never noticed Miss Stacy coming down the aisle
48until all at once I just looked up and there she was looking down at me, so reproachful-like. I can't tell you how
49ashamed I felt, Marilla, especially when I heard Josie Pye giggling. Miss Stacy took Ben Hur away, but she never said a
50word then. She kept me in at recess and talked to me. She said I had done very wrong in two respects. First, I was
51wasting the time I ought to have put on my studies; and secondly, I was deceiving my teacher in trying to make it appear
52I was reading a history when it was a storybook instead. I had never realized until that moment, Marilla, that what I
53was doing was deceitful. I was shocked. I cried bitterly, and asked Miss Stacy to forgive me and I'd never do such a
54thing again; and I offered to do penance by never so much as looking at Ben Hur for a whole week, not even to see how
55the chariot race turned out. But Miss Stacy said she wouldn't require that, and she forgave me freely. So I think it
56wasn't very kind of her to come up here to you about it after all." "Miss Stacy never mentioned such a thing to me,
57Anne, and its only your guilty conscience that's the matter with you. You have no business to be taking storybooks to
58school. You read too many novels anyhow. When I was a girl I wasn't so much as allowed to look at a novel." "Oh, how can
59you call Ben Hur a novel when it's really such a religious book?" protested Anne. "Of course it's a little too exciting
60to be proper reading for Sunday, and I only read it on weekdays. And I never read any book now unless either Miss Stacy
61or Mrs. Allan thinks it is a proper book for a girl thirteen and three-quarters to read. Miss Stacy made me promise
62that. She found me reading a book one day called, The Lurid Mystery of the Haunted Hall. It was one Ruby Gillis had lent
63me, and, oh, Marilla, it was so fascinating and creepy. It just curdled the blood in my veins. But Miss Stacy said it
64was a very silly, unwholesome book, and she asked me not to read any more of it or any like it. I didn't mind promising
65not to read any more like it, but it was agonizing to give back that book without knowing how it turned out. But my love
66for Miss Stacy stood the test and I did. It's really wonderful, Marilla, what you can do when you're truly anxious to
67please a certain person."
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