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IV. Morning at Green Gables
It was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the
window through which a flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which
something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky.
For a moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as
something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and
they didn't want her because she wasn't a boy!
But it was morning and, yes, it was a cherry-tree in full bloom outside of her window.
With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor. She pushed up the sash--it went
up stiffly and creakily, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time, which was the case;
and it stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up.
Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning, her eyes glistening
with delight. Oh, wasn't it beautiful? Wasn't it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn't really
going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here.
A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and
it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the
house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered
over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden
below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to
the window on the morning wind.
Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the
brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an
undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy
things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was
a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side
of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.
Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping
fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea.
Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had
looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as
anything she had ever dreamed.
She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she was startled
by a hand on her shoulder. Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer.
"It's time you were dressed," she said curtly.