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Anne of Avonlea

17.
A Chapter of Accidents
Anne woke three times in the night and made pilgrimages to her window to make sure
that Uncle Abe's prediction was not coming true. Finally the morning dawned pearly and
lustrous in a sky full of silver sheen and radiance, and the wonderful day had arrived.
Diana appeared soon after breakfast, with a basket of flowers over one arm and HER
muslin dress over the other . . . for it would not do to don it until all the dinner
preparations were completed. Meanwhile she wore her afternoon pink print and a lawn
apron fearfully and wonderfully ruffled and frilled; and very neat and pretty and rosy she
was.
"You look simply sweet," said Anne admiringly.
Diana sighed.
"But I've had to let out every one of my dresses AGAIN. I weigh four pounds more than I
did in July. Anne, WHERE will this end? Mrs. Morgan's heroines are all tall and
slender."
"Well, let's forget our troubles and think of our mercies," said Anne gaily. "Mrs. Allan
says that whenever we think of anything that is a trial to us we should also think of
something nice that we can set over against it. If you are slightly too plump you've got
the dearest dimples; and if I have a freckled nose the SHAPE of it is all right. Do you
think the lemon juice did any good?"
"Yes, I really think it did," said Diana critically; and, much elated, Anne led the way to
the garden, which was full of airy shadows and wavering golden lights.
"We'll decorate the parlor first. We have plenty of time, for Priscilla said they'd be here
about twelve or half past at the latest, so we'll have dinner at one."
There may have been two happier and more excited girls somewhere in Canada or the
United States at that moment, but I doubt it. Every snip of the scissors, as rose and
peony and bluebell fell, seemed to chirp, "Mrs. Morgan is coming today." Anne
wondered how Mr. Harrison COULD go on placidly mowing hay in the field across the
lane, just as if nothing were going to happen.
The parlor at Green Gables was a rather severe and gloomy apartment, with rigid
horsehair furniture, stiff lace curtains, and white antimacassars that were always laid at
a perfectly correct angle, except at such times as they clung to unfortunate people's
buttons. Even Anne had never been able to infuse much grace into it, for Marilla would
not permit any alterations. But it is wonderful what flowers can accomplish if you give
 
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