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Anne of Green Gables

XXI. A New Departure in Flavorings
"Dear me, there is nothing but meetings and partings in this world, as Mrs. Lynde says,"
remarked Anne plaintively, putting her slate and books down on the kitchen table on the
last day of June and wiping her red eyes with a very damp handkerchief. "Wasn't it
fortunate, Marilla, that I took an extra handkerchief to school today? I had a
presentiment that it would be needed."
"I never thought you were so fond of Mr. Phillips that you'd require two handkerchiefs to
dry your tears just because he was going away," said Marilla.
"I don't think I was crying because I was really so very fond of him," reflected Anne. "I
just cried because all the others did. It was Ruby Gillis started it. Ruby Gillis has always
declared she hated Mr. Phillips, but just as soon as he got up to make his farewell
speech she burst into tears. Then all the girls began to cry, one after the other. I tried to
hold out, Marilla. I tried to remember the time Mr. Phillips made me sit with Gil--with a,
boy; and the time he spelled my name without an e on the blackboard; and how he said
I was the worst dunce he ever saw at geometry and laughed at my spelling; and all the
times he had been so horrid and sarcastic; but somehow I couldn't, Marilla, and I just
had to cry too. Jane Andrews has been talking for a month about how glad she'd be
when Mr. Phillips went away and she declared she'd never shed a tear. Well, she was
worse than any of us and had to borrow a handkerchief from her brother--of course the
boys didn't cry--because she hadn't brought one of her own, not expecting to need it.
Oh, Marilla, it was heartrending. Mr. Phillips made such a beautiful farewell speech
beginning, `The time has come for us to part.' It was very affecting. And he had tears in
his eyes too, Marilla. Oh, I felt dreadfully sorry and remorseful for all the times I'd talked
in school and drawn pictures of him on my slate and made fun of him and Prissy. I can
tell you I wished I'd been a model pupil like Minnie Andrews. She hadn't anything on her
conscience. The girls cried all the way home from school. Carrie Sloane kept saying
every few minutes, `The time has come for us to part,' and that would start us off again
whenever we were in any danger of cheering up. I do feel dreadfully sad, Marilla. But
one can't feel quite in the depths of despair with two months' vacation before them, can
they, Marilla? And besides, we met the new minister and his wife coming from the
station. For all I was feeling so bad about Mr. Phillips going away I couldn't help taking a
little interest in a new minister, could I? His wife is very pretty. Not exactly regally lovely,
of course--it wouldn't do, I suppose, for a minister to have a regally lovely wife, because
it might set a bad example. Mrs. Lynde says the minister's wife over at Newbridge sets
a very bad example because she dresses so fashionably. Our new minister's wife was
dressed in blue muslin with lovely puffed sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses. Jane
Andrews said she thought puffed sleeves were too worldly for a minister's wife, but I
didn't make any such uncharitable remark, Marilla, because I know what it is to long for
puffed sleeves. Besides, she's only been a minister's wife for a little while, so one
should make allowances, shouldn't they? They are going to board with Mrs. Lynde until
the manse is ready."
 
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