The Complete Novels of Lucy Maud Montgomery (Including Anne of Green Gables Series, The Story Girl, Emily Starr Trilogy, The Blue Castle & Pat of Silver Bush Series). Lucy Maud Montgomery
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But it had to be. The taffeta covered it very securely. The old hat went on … but it would be taken off, too, when she got to Louisa’s … and Pauline had a new pair of shoes. Mrs. Gibson had actually allowed her to get a new pair of shoes, though she thought the heels “scandalous high.” “I’ll make quite a sensation going away on the train alone. I hope people won’t think it’s a death. I wouldn’t want Louisa’s silver wedding to be connected in any way with the thought of death. Oh, perfume, Miss Shirley! Apple-blossom! Isn’t that lovely? Just a whiff … so ladylike, I always think. Ma won’t let me buy any. Oh, Miss Shirley, you won’t forget to feed my dog, will you? I’ve left his bones in the pantry in the covered dish. I do hope” … dropping her voice to a shamed whisper … “that he won’t … misbehave … in the house while you’re here.”
Pauline had to pass her mother’s inspection before leaving. Excitement over her outing and guilt in regard to the hidden poplin combined to give her a very unusual flush. Mrs. Gibson gazed at her discontentedly.
“Oh me, oh my! Going to London to look at the Queen, are we? You’ve got too much color. People will think you’re painted. Are you sure you ain’t?”
“Oh, no, Ma … no,” in shocked tones.
“Mind your manners now and when you set down, cross your ankles decently. Mind you don’t set in a draught or talk too much.”
“I won’t, Ma,” promised Pauline earnestly, with a nervous glance at the clock.
“I’m sending Louisa a bottle of my sarsaparilla wine to drink the toasts in. I never cared for Louisa, but her mother was a Tackaberry. Mind you bring back the bottle and don’t let her give you a kitten. Louisa’s always giving people kittens.”
“I won’t, Ma.”
“You’re sure you didn’t leave the soap in the water?”
“Quite sure, Ma,” with another anguished glance at the clock.
“Are your shoelaces tied?”
“Yes, Ma.”
“You don’t smell respectable … drenched with scent.”
“Oh, no, Ma dear … just a little … the tiniest bit …”
“I said drenched and I mean drenched. There isn’t, a rip under your arm, is there?”
“Oh, no, Ma.”
“Let me see …” inexorably.
Pauline quaked. Suppose the skirt of the gray dress showed when she lifted her arms!
“Well, go, then.” With a long sigh. “If I ain’t here when you come back, remember that I want to be laid out in my lace shawl and my black satin slippers. And see that my hair is crimped.”
“Do you feel any worse, Ma?” The poplin dress had made Pauline’s conscience very sensitive. “If you do … I’ll not go …”
“And waste the money for them shoes! ‘Course you’re going. And mind you don’t slide down the banister.”
But at this the worm turned.
“Ma! Do you think I would?”
“You did at Nancy Parker’s wedding.”
‘Thirty-five years ago! Do you think I would do it now?”
“It’s time you were off. What are you jabbering here for? Do you want to miss your train?”
Pauline hurried away and Anne sighed with relief. She had been afraid that old Mrs. Gibson had, at the last moment, been taken with a fiendish impulse to detain Pauline until the train was gone.
“Now for a little peace,” said Mrs. Gibson. “This house is in an awful condition of untidiness, Miss Shirley. I hope you realize it ain’t always so. Pauline hasn’t known which end of her was up these last few days. Will you please set that vase an inch to the left? No, move it back again. That lamp shade is crooked. Well, that’s a little straighter. But that blind is an inch lower than the other. I wish you’d fix it.”
Anne unluckily gave the blind too energetic a twist; it escaped her fingers and went whizzing to the top.
“Ah, now you see,” said Mrs. Gibson.
Anne didn’t see but she adjusted the blind meticulously.
“And now wouldn’t you like me to make you a nice cup of tea, Mrs. Gibson?”
“I do need something… . I’m clean wore out with all this worry and fuss. My stomach seems to be dropping out of me,” said Mrs. Gibson pathetically. “Kin you make a decent cup of tea? I’d as soon drink mud as the tea some folks make.”
“Marilla Cuthbert taught me how to make tea. You’ll see. But first I’m going to wheel you out to the porch so that you can enjoy the sunshine.”
“I ain’t been out on the porch for years,” objected Mrs. Gibson.
“Oh, it’s so lovely today, it can’t hurt you. I want you to see the crab tree in bloom. You can’t see it unless you go out. And the wind is south today, so you’ll get the clover scent from Norman Johnson’s field. I’ll bring you your tea and we’ll drink it together and then I’ll get my embroidery and we’ll sit there and criticize everybody who passes.”
“I don’t hold with criticizing people,” said Mrs. Gibson virtuously. “It ain’t Christian. Would you mind telling me if that is all your own hair?”
“Every bit,” laughed Anne.
“Pity it’s red. Though red hair seems to be gitting popular now. I sort of like your laugh. That nervous giggle of poor Pauline’s always gits on my nerves. Well, if I’ve got to git out, I s’pose I’ve got to. I’ll likely ketch my death of cold, but the responsibility is yours, Miss Shirley. Remember I’m eighty … every day of it, though I hear old Davy Ackham has been telling all around Summerside I’m only seventy-nine. His mother was a Watt. The Watts were always jealous.”
Anne moved the wheel-chair deftly out, and proved that she had a knack of arranging pillows. Soon after she brought out the tea and Mrs. Gibson deigned approval.
“Yes, this is drinkable, Miss Shirley. Ah me, for one year I had to live entirely on liquids. They never thought I’d pull through. I often think it might have been better if I hadn’t. Is that the crab tree you was raving about?”
“Yes … isn’t it lovely … so white against that deep blue sky?”
“It ain’t poetical,” was Mrs. Gibson’s sole comment. But she became rather mellow after two cups of tea and the forenoon wore away until it was time to think of dinner.
“I’ll go and get it ready and then I’ll bring it out here on a little table.”
“No, you won’t,