Anne's House of Dreams by L. M. Montgomery

Author:L. M. Montgomery
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Orphans, Prince Edward Island, Fiction, Country Life, Classics, Friendship
ISBN: 9780553213188
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1996-03-14T10:00:00+00:00

19

DAWN AND DUSK

In early June, when the sand-hills were a great glory of pink wild roses, and the Glen was smothered in apple-blossoms, Marilla arrived at the little house, accompanied by a black horse-hair trunk, patterned with brass nails, which had reposed undisturbed in the Green Gables garret for half a century. Susan Baker, who, during her few weeks’ sojourn in the little house, had come to worship ‘young Mrs Doctor’, as she called Anne, with blind fervour, looked rather jealously askance at Marilla at first. But as Marilla did not try to interfere in kitchen matters, and showed no desire to interrupt Susan’s ministrations to young Mrs Doctor, the good handmaiden became reconciled to her presence, and told her cronies at the Glen that Miss Cuthbert was a fine old lady and knew her place.

One evening, when the sky’s limpid bowl was filled with a red glory, and the robins were thrilling the golden twilight with jubilant hymns to the stars of evening, there was a sudden commotion in the little house of dreams. Telephone messages were sent up to the Glen, Doctor Dave and a white-capped nurse came hastily down, Marilla paced the garden walks between the quahog shells, murmuring prayers between her set lips, and Susan sat in the kitchen with cotton wool in her ears and her apron over her head.

Leslie, looking out from the house up the brook, saw that every window of the little house was alight, and did not sleep that night.

The June night was short; but it seemed an eternity to those who waited and watched.

‘Oh, will it never end?’ said Marilla; then she saw how grave the nurse and Doctor Dave looked, and she dared ask no more questions. Suppose Anne – but Marilla could not suppose it.

‘Do not tell me,’ said Susan fiercely, answering the anguish in Marilla’s eyes, ‘that God could be so cruel as to take that darling lamb from us when we all love her so much.’

‘He has taken others as well beloved,’ said Marilla hoarsely.

But at dawn, when the rising sun rent apart the mists hanging over the sand-bar, and made rainbows of them, joy came to the little house. Anne was safe, and a wee white lady, with her mother’s big eyes, was lying beside her. Gilbert, his face grey and haggard from his night’s agony, came down to tell Marilla and Susan.

‘Thank God,’ shuddered Marilla.

Susan got up and took the cotton wool out of her ears.

‘Now for breakfast,’ she said briskly. ‘I am of the opinion that we will all be glad of a bite and sup. You tell young Mrs Doctor not to worry about a single thing – Susan is at the helm. You tell her just to think of her baby.’

Gilbert smiled rather sadly as he went away. Anne, her paled face blanched with its baptism of pain, her eyes aglow with the holy passion of motherhood, did not need to be told to think of her baby. She thought of nothing else.

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