Anne's House of Dreams
2. The House Of Dreams
There was more excitement in the air of Green Gables than there had ever been before
in all its history. Even Marilla was so excited that she couldn't help showing it--which
was little short of being phenomenal.
"There's never been a wedding in this house," she said, half apologetically, to Mrs.
Rachel Lynde. "When I was a child I heard an old minister say that a house was not a
real home until it had been consecrated by a birth, a wedding and a death. We've had
deaths here--my father and mother died here as well as Matthew; and we've even had a
birth here. Long ago, just after we moved into this house, we had a married hired man
for a little while, and his wife had a baby here. But there's never been a wedding before.
It does seem so strange to think of Anne being married. In a way she just seems to me
the little girl Matthew brought home here fourteen years ago. I can't realize that she's
grown up. I shall never forget what I felt when I saw Matthew bringing in a GIRL. I
wonder what became of the boy we would have got if there hadn't been a mistake. I
wonder what HIS fate was."
"Well, it was a fortunate mistake," said Mrs. Rachel Lynde, "though, mind you, there
was a time I didn't think so--that evening I came up to see Anne and she treated us to
such a scene. Many things have changed since then, that's what."
Mrs. Rachel sighed, and then brisked up again. When weddings were in order Mrs.
Rachel was ready to let the dead past bury its dead.
"I'm going to give Anne two of my cotton warp spreads," she resumed. "A tobacco-stripe
one and an apple-leaf one. She tells me they're getting to be real fashionable again.
Well, fashion or no fashion, I don't believe there's anything prettier for a spare-room bed
than a nice apple-leaf spread, that's what. I must see about getting them bleached. I've
had them sewed up in cotton bags ever since Thomas died, and no doubt they're an
awful color. But there's a month yet, and dew-bleaching will work wonders."
Only a month! Marilla sighed and then said proudly:
"I'm giving Anne that half dozen braided rugs I have in the garret. I never supposed
she'd want them--they're so old-fashioned, and nobody seems to want anything but
hooked mats now. But she asked me for them--said she'd rather have them than
anything else for her floors. They ARE pretty. I made them of the nicest rags, and
braided them in stripes. It was such company these last few winters. And I'll make her
enough blue plum preserve to stock her jam closet for a year. It seems real strange.
Those blue plum trees hadn't even a blossom for three years, and I thought they might
as well be cut down. And this last spring they were white, and such a crop of plums I
never remember at Green Gables."