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Anne of the Island

XI. The Round of Life
Anne was back in Avonlea with the luster of the Thorburn Scholarship on her brow.
People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised
and a little disappointed she hadn't. Avonlea had not changed, either. At least, so it
seemed at first. But as Anne sat in the Green Gables pew, on the first Sunday after her
return, and looked over the congregation, she saw several little changes which, all
coming home to her at once, made her realize that time did not quite stand still, even in
Avonlea. A new minister was in the pulpit. In the pews more than one familiar face was
missing forever. Old "Uncle Abe," his prophesying over and done with, Mrs. Peter
Sloane, who had sighed, it was to be hoped, for the last time, Timothy Cotton, who, as
Mrs. Rachel Lynde said "had actually managed to die at last after practicing at it for
twenty years," and old Josiah Sloane, whom nobody knew in his coffin because he had
his whiskers neatly trimmed, were all sleeping in the little graveyard behind the church.
And Billy Andrews was married to Nettie Blewett! They "appeared out" that Sunday.
When Billy, beaming with pride and happiness, showed his be-plumed and be-silked
bride into the Harmon Andrews' pew, Anne dropped her lids to hide her dancing eyes.
She recalled the stormy winter night of the Christmas holidays when Jane had proposed
for Billy. He certainly had not broken his heart over his rejection. Anne wondered if Jane
had also proposed to Nettie for him, or if he had mustered enough spunk to ask the
fateful question himself. All the Andrews family seemed to share in his pride and
pleasure, from Mrs. Harmon in the pew to Jane in the choir. Jane had resigned from the
Avonlea school and intended to go West in the fall.
"Can't get a beau in Avonlea, that's what," said Mrs. Rachel Lynde scornfully. "SAYS
she thinks she'll have better health out West. I never heard her health was poor before."
"Jane is a nice girl," Anne had said loyally. "She never tried to attract attention, as some
did."
"Oh, she never chased the boys, if that's what you mean," said Mrs. Rachel. "But she'd
like to be married, just as much as anybody, that's what. What else would take her out
West to some forsaken place whose only recommendation is that men are plenty and
women scarce? Don't you tell me!"
But it was not at Jane, Anne gazed that day in dismay and surprise. It was at Ruby
Gillis, who sat beside her in the choir. What had happened to Ruby? She was even
handsomer than ever; but her blue eyes were too bright and lustrous, and the color of
her cheeks was hectically brilliant; besides, she was very thin; the hands that held her
hymn-book were almost transparent in their delicacy.
"Is Ruby Gillis ill?" Anne asked of Mrs. Lynde, as they went home from church.
 
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