CHAPTER I.
Mrs. Rachel Lynde 0
is Surprised |
MRS. Rachel Lynde 0
lived just where
the
Avonlea 2
main road 1
dipped down into a little hollow , fringed with alders and ladies ’ eardrops and traversed by
a brook that had
its 3
source away back in
the woods of
the old
Cuthbert 6
place 5
4
3
;
it 3
was reputed to be
an intricate , headlong brook 81
in
its 3
earlier course through
those woods 4
, with dark secrets of pool and cascade ; but by the time
it 3
reached
Lynde ’s Hollow 7
it 3
was
a quiet , well-conducted little stream 8
, for not even
a brook 9
could run past
Mrs. Rachel Lynde 0
’s door without due regard for decency and decorum ;
it 3
probably was conscious that
Mrs. Rachel 0
was sitting at
her 0
window , keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed , from
brooks 10
and
children 11
up , and that if
she 0
noticed anything odd or out of place
she 0
would never rest until
she 0
had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof .
There are plenty of
people 12
in
Avonlea 2
and out of
it 2
, who can attend closely to
their 12
neighbor 13
’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
Avonlea 2
people 27
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
his 44
son 29
after
him 44
, had got as far away as
he 44
possibly could from
his 44
fellow men 45
without actually retreating into
the woods 4
when
he 44
founded
his 44
homestead 31
.
Green Gables 31
was built at the furthest edge of
his 44
cleared land 46
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
her 40
house 31
.
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
your 0
folks 61
? ”
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
her 40
neighbor 0
’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
an
orphan 78
asylum 77
!
Well ,
the world 79
was certainly turning upside down !
She 0
would be surprised at nothing after this !
Nothing !