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Anne of Green Gables

XVI. Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results
OCTOBER was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow
turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson
and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and
bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.
Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms
full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would
be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these
maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills? I'm going to decorate my
room with them."
"Messy things," said Marilla, whose aesthetic sense was not noticeably developed. "You
clutter up your room entirely too much with out-of-doors stuff, Anne. Bedrooms were
made to sleep in."
"Oh, and dream in too, Marilla. And you know one can dream so much better in a room
where there are pretty things. I'm going to put these boughs in the old blue jug and set
them on my table."
"Mind you don't drop leaves all over the stairs then. I'm going on a meeting of the Aid
Society at Carmody this afternoon, Anne, and I won't likely be home before dark. You'll
have to get Matthew and Jerry their supper, so mind you don't forget to put the tea to
draw until you sit down at the table as you did last time."
"It was dreadful of me to forget," said Anne apologetically, "but that was the afternoon I
was trying to think of a name for Violet Vale and it crowded other things out. Matthew
was so good. He never scolded a bit. He put the tea down himself and said we could
wait awhile as well as not. And I told him a lovely fairy story while we were waiting, so
he didn't find the time long at all. It was a beautiful fairy story, Marilla. I forgot the end of
it, so I made up an end for it myself and Matthew said he couldn't tell where the join
came in."
"Matthew would think it all right, Anne, if you took a notion to get up and have dinner in
the middle of the night. But you keep your wits about you this time. And--I don't really
know if I'm doing right--it may make you more addlepated than ever--but you can ask
Diana to come over and spend the afternoon with you and have tea here."
"Oh, Marilla!" Anne clasped her hands. "How perfectly lovely! You ARE able to imagine
things after all or else you'd never have understood how I've longed for that very thing. It
 
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