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II. Garlands of Autumn
The following week sped swiftly, crowded with innumerable "last things," as Anne called
them. Good-bye calls had to be made and received, being pleasant or otherwise,
according to whether callers and called-upon were heartily in sympathy with Anne's
hopes, or thought she was too much puffed-up over going to college and that it was
their duty to "take her down a peg or two."
The A.V.I.S. gave a farewell party in honor of Anne and Gilbert one evening at the home
of Josie Pye, choosing that place, partly because Mr. Pye's house was large and
convenient, partly because it was strongly suspected that the Pye girls would have
nothing to do with the affair if their offer of the house for the party was not accepted. It
was a very pleasant little time, for the Pye girls were gracious, and said and did nothing
to mar the harmony of the occasion--which was not according to their wont. Josie was
unusually amiable--so much so that she even remarked condescendingly to Anne,
"Your new dress is rather becoming to you, Anne. Really, you look ALMOST PRETTY in
"How kind of you to say so," responded Anne, with dancing eyes. Her sense of humor
was developing, and the speeches that would have hurt her at fourteen were becoming
merely food for amusement now. Josie suspected that Anne was laughing at her behind
those wicked eyes; but she contented herself with whispering to Gertie, as they went
downstairs, that Anne Shirley would put on more airs than ever now that she was going
to college--you'd see!
All the "old crowd" was there, full of mirth and zest and youthful lightheartedness. Diana
Barry, rosy and dimpled, shadowed by the faithful Fred; Jane Andrews, neat and
sensible and plain; Ruby Gillis, looking her handsomest and brightest in a cream silk
blouse, with red geraniums in her golden hair; Gilbert Blythe and Charlie Sloane, both
trying to keep as near the elusive Anne as possible; Carrie Sloane, looking pale and
melancholy because, so it was reported, her father would not allow Oliver Kimball to
come near the place; Moody Spurgeon MacPherson, whose round face and
objectionable ears were as round and objectionable as ever; and Billy Andrews, who sat
in a corner all the evening, chuckled when any one spoke to him, and watched Anne
Shirley with a grin of pleasure on his broad, freckled countenance.
Anne had known beforehand of the party, but she had not known that she and Gilbert
were, as the founders of the Society, to be presented with a very complimentary
"address" and "tokens of respect"--in her case a volume of Shakespeare's plays, in
Gilbert's a fountain pen. She was so taken by surprise and pleased by the nice things
said in the address, read in Moody Spurgeon's most solemn and ministerial tones, that
the tears quite drowned the sparkle of her big gray eyes. She had worked hard and
faithfully for the A.V.I.S., and it warmed the cockles of her heart that the members