Anne of the Island
XIX. An Interlude
"To think that this is my twentieth birthday, and that I've left my teens behind me
forever," said Anne, who was curled up on the hearth-rug with Rusty in her lap, to Aunt
Jamesina who was reading in her pet chair. They were alone in the living room. Stella
and Priscilla had gone to a committee meeting and Phil was upstairs adorning herself
for a party.
"I suppose you feel kind of, sorry" said Aunt Jamesina. "The teens are such a nice part
of life. I'm glad I've never gone out of them myself."
"You never will, Aunty. You'll be eighteen when you should be a hundred. Yes, I'm
sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was
twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should
be. It's full of flaws."
"So's everybody's," said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. "Mine's cracked in a hundred places.
Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got
its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line.
Don't worry over it, Anne. Do your duty by God and your neighbor and yourself, and
have a good time. That's my philosophy and it's always worked pretty well. Where's Phil
off to tonight?"
"She's going to a dance, and she's got the sweetest dress for it--creamy yellow silk and
cobwebby lace. It just suits those brown tints of hers."
"There's magic in the words 'silk' and 'lace,' isn't there?" said Aunt Jamesina. "The very
sound of them makes me feel like skipping off to a dance. And YELLOW silk. It makes
one think of a dress of sunshine. I always wanted a yellow silk dress, but first my mother
and then my husband wouldn't hear of it. The very first thing I'm going to do when I get
to heaven is to get a yellow silk dress."
Amid Anne's peal of laughter Phil came downstairs, trailing clouds of glory, and
surveyed herself in the long oval mirror on the wall.
"A flattering looking glass is a promoter of amiability," she said. "The one in my room
does certainly make me green. Do I look pretty nice, Anne?"
"Do you really know how pretty you are, Phil?" asked Anne, in honest admiration.