Anne of Green Gables
XIX. A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession
"MARILLA, can I go over to see Diana just for a minute?" asked Anne, running
breathlessly down from the east gable one February evening.
"I don't see what you want to be traipsing about after dark for," said Marilla shortly. "You
and Diana walked home from school together and then stood down there in the snow
for half an hour more, your tongues going the whole blessed time, clickety-clack. So I
don't think you're very badly off to see her again."
"But she wants to see me," pleaded Anne. "She has something very important to tell
"How do you know she has?"
"Because she just signaled to me from her window. We have arranged a way to signal
with our candles and cardboard. We set the candle on the window sill and make flashes
by passing the cardboard back and forth. So many flashes mean a certain thing. It was
my idea, Marilla."
"I'll warrant you it was," said Marilla emphatically. "And the next thing you'll be setting
fire to the curtains with your signaling nonsense."
"Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes mean, `Are you
there?' Three mean `yes' and four `no.' Five mean, `Come over as soon as possible,
because I have something important to reveal.' Diana has just signaled five flashes, and
I'm really suffering to know what it is."
"Well, you needn't suffer any longer," said Marilla sarcastically. "You can go, but you're
to be back here in just ten minutes, remember that."
Anne did remember it and was back in the stipulated time, although probably no mortal
will ever know just what it cost her to confine the discussion of Diana's important
communication within the limits of ten minutes. But at least she had made good use of
"Oh, Marilla, what do you think? You know tomorrow is Diana's birthday. Well, her
mother told her she could ask me to go home with her from school and stay all night
with her. And her cousins are coming over from Newbridge in a big pung sleigh to go to
the Debating Club concert at the hall tomorrow night. And they are going to take Diana
and me to the concert--if you'll let me go, that is. You will, won't you, Marilla? Oh, I feel