There are plenty of
people 12
in Avonlea 2
and out of it 2
, who can attend closely to ’s business by dint of neglecting their 12
own ; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde 0
was one of
those capable creatures who can manage
their 14
own concerns and those of
other folks 15
into the bargain
14 82 .
She 0
was a notable housewife 83
; her 0
work was always done and well done ; she 0
“ ran ” the Sewing Circle , helped run the Sunday-school , and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society 16
and Foreign Missions Auxiliary 17
.
Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel 0
found abundant time to sit for hours at her 0
kitchen 18
window , knitting “ cotton warp ” quilts -- she 0
had knitted sixteen of them , as Avonlea 2
housekeepers
19 were wont to tell in awed voices -- and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed
the hollow 7
and wound up
the steep red hill beyond 20
1 .
Since Avonlea 2
occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into
the Gulf of St. Lawrence 22
with water on two sides of
it 2
21 , anybody who went out of
it 2
or into
it 2
23 had to pass over that hill road 1
and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel 0
’s all-seeing eye .
She 0
was sitting there one afternoon in early June .
The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright ; the orchard 24
on the slope below the house 26
was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom , hummed over by a myriad of bees .
Thomas Lynde 25
-- a meek little man whom
called “
Rachel Lynde 0
’s husband
25 ”
84 -- was sowing his 25
late turnip seed on the hill field beyond
the barn 28
20 ; and Matthew Cuthbert 29
ought to have been sowing his 29
on the big red brook field away over by
Green Gables 31
30 .
Mrs. Rachel 0
knew that he 29
ought because she 0
had heard him 29
tell Peter Morrison 32
the evening before in William J. Blair 34
’s store
33 over at Carmody 35
that he 29
meant to sow his 29
turnip seed the next afternoon .
Peter 32
had asked him 29
, of course , for Matthew Cuthbert 29
had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his 29
whole life .
And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert 29
, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day , placidly driving over the hollow 7
and up the hill 20
; moreover , he 29
wore a white collar and his 29
best suit of clothes , which was plain proof that he 29
was going out of Avonlea 2
; and he 29
had the buggy 36
and the sorrel mare , which betokened that he 29
was going a considerable distance .
Now , where was Matthew Cuthbert 29
going and why was he 29
going there ?
Had it been any other man in
Avonlea 2
37 , Mrs. Rachel 0
, deftly putting this and that together , might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions .
But Matthew 29
so rarely went from home 31
that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him 29
; he 29
was the shyest man alive 85
and hated to have to go among strangers 38
or to any place where he 29
might have to talk .
Matthew 29
, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy 39
, was something that did n’t happen often .
Mrs. Rachel 0
, ponder as she 0
might , could make nothing of it and her 0
afternoon ’s enjoyment was spoiled .
“ I 0
’ll just step over to Green Gables 31
after tea and find out from Marilla 40
where he 29
’s gone and why , ” the worthy woman 0
finally concluded .
“ He 29
does n’t generally go to town 41
this time of year and he 29
_ never _ visits ; if he 29
’d run out of turnip seed he 29
would n’t dress up and take the buggy 36
to go for more ; he 29
was n’t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor 42
.
Yet something must have happened since last night to start him 29
off .
I 0
’m clean puzzled , that ’s what , and I 0
wo n’t know a minute ’s peace of mind or conscience until I 0
know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert 29
out of Avonlea 2
today . ”
Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel 0
set out ; she 0
had not far to go ; the big , rambling , orchard-embowered house where
the Cuthberts 6
lived
31 was a scant quarter of a mile up the road 1
from Lynde ’s Hollow 7
.
To be sure , the long lane 43
made it 31
a good deal further .
Matthew Cuthbert 29
’s father
44 , as shy and silent as after him 44
, had got as far away as he 44
possibly could from without actually retreating into the woods 4
when he 44
founded .
Green Gables 31
was built at the furthest edge of and there it 31
was to this day , barely visible from the main road along which
all the other
Avonlea 2
houses
47 were so sociably situated
1 .
Mrs. Rachel Lynde 0
did not call living in such a place 31
_ living _ at all .
“ It ’s just _ staying _ , that ’s what , ” she 0
said as she 0
stepped along the deep-rutted , grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes 43
.
“ It ’s no wonder Matthew 29
and Marilla 40
are both a little odd , living away back here by themselves 48
.
Trees are n’t much company , though dear knows if they were there ’d be enough of them .
I 0
’d ruther look at people 49
.
To be sure , they 48
seem contented enough ; but then , I 0
suppose , they 48
’re used to it .
A body can get used to anything , even to being hanged , as the Irishman 50
said . ”
With this Mrs. Rachel 0
stepped out of the lane 43
into the backyard of
Green Gables 31
51 .
Very green and neat and precise was that yard 52
, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies .
Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen , for Mrs. Rachel 0
would have seen it if there had been .
Privately she 0
was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert 40
swept that yard 52
over as often as she 40
swept .
One could have eaten a meal off the ground without over-brimming the proverbial peck of dirt .
Mrs. Rachel 0
rapped smartly at the kitchen 53
door and stepped in when bidden to do so .
The kitchen at
Green Gables 31
53 was a cheerful apartment 80
-- or would have been cheerful if it 53
had not been so painfully clean as to give it 53
something of the appearance of an unused parlor 54
.
Its 53
windows looked east and west ; through the west one , looking out on the back yard 55
, came a flood of mellow June sunlight ; but the east one , whence you 56
got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard 57
and nodding , slender birches down in the hollow by
the brook 3
58 , was greened over by a tangle of vines .
Here 53
sat Marilla Cuthbert 40
, when she 40
sat at all , always slightly distrustful of sunshine , which seemed to her 40
too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously 59
; and here 53
she 40
sat now , knitting , and the table behind her 40
was laid for supper .
Mrs. Rachel 0
, before she 0
had fairly closed the door , had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table .
There were three plates laid , so that Marilla 40
must be expecting some one 60
home with Matthew 29
to tea ; but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake , so that the expected company could not be any particular company .
Yet what of Matthew 29
’s white collar and the sorrel mare ?
Mrs. Rachel 0
was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet , unmysterious Green Gables 31
.
“ Good evening , Rachel 0
, ” Marilla 40
said briskly .
“ This is a real fine evening , is n’t it ?
Wo n’t you 0
sit down ?
How are all ? ”
Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert 40
and Mrs. Rachel 0
, in spite of -- or perhaps because of -- their 62
dissimilarity .
Marilla 40
was a tall , thin woman , with angles and without curves 86
; her 40
dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it .
She 40
looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience , which
she 40
was
87 ; but there was a saving something about her 40
mouth which , if it had been ever so slightly developed , might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor .
“ We 61
’re all pretty well , ” said Mrs. Rachel 0
.
“ I 0
was kind of afraid _ you 40
_ were n’t , though , when I 0
saw Matthew 29
starting off today .
I 0
thought maybe he 29
was going to the doctor 42
’s . ”
Marilla 40
’s lips twitched understandingly .
She 40
had expected Mrs. Rachel 0
up ; she 40
had known that the sight of Matthew 29
jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for ’s curiosity .
“ Oh , no , I 40
’m quite well although I 40
had a bad headache yesterday , ” she 40
said .
“ Matthew 29
went to Bright River 63
.
We 48
’re getting a little boy 64
from an
orphan 66
asylum in
Nova Scotia 67
65 and he 64
’s coming on the train 68
tonight . ”
If Marilla 40
had said that Matthew 29
had gone to Bright River 63
to meet a kangaroo from Australia 69
Mrs. Rachel 0
could not have been more astonished .
She 0
was actually stricken dumb for five seconds .
It was unsupposable that Marilla 40
was making fun of her 0
, but Mrs. Rachel 0
was almost forced to suppose it .
“ Are you 40
in earnest , Marilla 40
? ” she 0
demanded when voice returned to her 0
.
“ Yes , of course , ” said Marilla 40
, as if getting boys 70
from orphan 71
asylums in
Nova Scotia 67
72 were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated
Avonlea 2
farm
73 instead of being an unheard of innovation .
Mrs. Rachel 0
felt that she 0
had received a severe mental jolt .
She 0
thought in exclamation points .
A boy 74
!
Marilla 40
and Matthew Cuthbert 29
of all people 75
adopting a boy 76
!
From !
Well , the world 79
was certainly turning upside down !
She 0
would be surprised at nothing after this !
Nothing !