Anne of Avonlea HTML version
Odds and Ends
"So you had tea at the stone house with Lavendar Lewis?" said Marilla at the breakfast
table next morning. "What is she like now? It's over fifteen years since I saw her last . . .
it was one Sunday in Grafton church. I suppose she has changed a great deal. Davy
Keith, when you want something you can't reach, ask to have it passed and don't
spread yourself over the table in that fashion. Did you ever see Paul Irving doing that
when he was here to meals?"
"But Paul's arms are longer'n mine," brumbled Davy. "They've had eleven years to grow
and mine've only had seven. 'Sides, I DID ask, but you and Anne was so busy talking
you didn't pay any 'tention. 'Sides, Paul's never been here to any meal escept tea, and
it's easier to be p'lite at tea than at breakfast. You ain't half as hungry. It's an awful long
while between supper and breakfast. Now, Anne, that spoonful ain't any bigger than it
was last year and I'M ever so much bigger."
"Of course, I don't know what Miss Lavendar used to look like but I don't fancy
somehow that she has changed a great deal," said Anne, after she had helped Davy to
maple syrup, giving him two spoonfuls to pacify him. "Her hair is snow-white but her
face is fresh and almost girlish, and she has the sweetest brown eyes . . . such a pretty
shade of wood-brown with little golden glints in them . . . and her voice makes you think
of white satin and tinkling water and fairy bells all mixed up together."
"She was reckoned a great beauty when she was a girl," said Marilla. "I never knew her
very well but I liked her as far as I did know her. Some folks thought her peculiar even
then. DAVY, if ever I catch you at such a trick again you'll be made to wait for your
meals till everyone else is done, like the French."
Most conversations between Anne and Marilla in the presence of the twins, were
punctuated by these rebukes Davy-ward. In this instance, Davy, sad to relate, not being
able to scoop up the last drops of his syrup with his spoon, had solved the difficulty by
lifting his plate in both hands and applying his small pink tongue to it. Anne looked at
him with such horrified eyes that the little sinner turned red and said, half shamefacedly,
"There ain't any wasted that way."
"People who are different from other people are always called peculiar," said Anne.
"And Miss Lavendar is certainly different, though it's hard to say just where the
difference comes in. Perhaps it is because she is one of those people who never grow
"One might as well grow old when all your generation do," said Marilla, rather reckless
of her pronouns. "If you don't, you don't fit in anywhere. Far as I can learn Lavendar