Not a member?     Existing members login below:
Holidays Offer
 

Anne of Avonlea

14.
A Danger Averted
Anne, walking home from the post office one Friday evening, was joined by Mrs. Lynde,
who was as usual cumbered with all the cares of church and state.
"I've just been down to Timothy Cotton's to see if I could get Alice Louise to help me for
a few days," she said. "I had her last week, for, though she's too slow to stop quick,
she's better than nobody. But she's sick and can't come. Timothy's sitting there, too,
coughing and complaining. He's been dying for ten years and he'll go on dying for ten
years more. That kind can't even die and have done with it . . . they can't stick to
anything, even to being sick, long enough to finish it. They're a terrible shiftless family
and what is to become of them I don't know, but perhaps Providence does."
Mrs. Lynde sighed as if she rather doubted the extent of Providential knowledge on the
subject.
"Marilla was in about her eyes again Tuesday, wasn't she? What did the specialist think
of them?" she continued.
"He was much pleased," said Anne brightly. "He says there is a great improvement in
them and he thinks the danger of her losing her sight completely is past. But he says
she'll never be able to read much or do any fine hand-work again. How are your
preparations for your bazaar coming on?"
The Ladies' Aid Society was preparing for a fair and supper, and Mrs. Lynde was the
head and front of the enterprise.
"Pretty well . . . and that reminds me. Mrs. Allan thinks it would be nice to fix up a booth
like an old-time kitchen and serve a supper of baked beans, doughnuts, pie, and so on.
We're collecting old-fashioned fixings everywhere. Mrs. Simon Fletcher is going to lend
us her mother's braided rugs and Mrs. Levi Boulter some old chairs and Aunt Mary
Shaw will lend us her cupboard with the glass doors. I suppose Marilla will let us have
her brass candlesticks? And we want all the old dishes we can get. Mrs. Allan is
specially set on having a real blue willow ware platter if we can find one. But nobody
seems to have one. Do you know where we could get one?"
"Miss Josephine Barry has one. I'll write and ask her if she'll lend it for the occasion,"
said Anne.
"Well, I wish you would. I guess we'll have the supper in about a fortnight's time. Uncle
Abe Andrews is prophesying rain and storms for about that time; and that's a pretty sure
sign we'll have fine weather."
 
Remove