Anne of the Island
XII. "Averil's Atonement"
"What are you dreaming of, Anne?"
The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the brook. Ferns nodded in
it, and little grasses were green, and wild pears hung finely-scented, white curtains
Anne roused herself from her reverie with a happy sigh.
"I was thinking out my story, Diana."
"Oh, have you really begun it?" cried Diana, all alight with eager interest in a moment.
"Yes, I have only a few pages written, but I have it all pretty well thought out. I've had
such a time to get a suitable plot. None of the plots that suggested themselves suited a
girl named AVERIL."
"Couldn't you have changed her name?"
"No, the thing was impossible. I tried to, but I couldn't do it, any more than I could
change yours. AVERIL was so real to me that no matter what other name I tried to give
her I just thought of her as AVERIL behind it all. But finally I got a plot that matched her.
Then came the excitement of choosing names for all my characters. You have no idea
how fascinating that is. I've lain awake for hours thinking over those names. The hero's
name is PERCEVAL DALRYMPLE."
"Have you named ALL the characters?" asked Diana wistfully. "If you hadn't I was going
to ask you to let me name one--just some unimportant person. I'd feel as if I had a share
in the story then."
"You may name the little hired boy who lived with the LESTERS," conceded Anne. "He
is not very important, but he is the only one left unnamed."
"Call him RAYMOND FITZOSBORNE," suggested Diana, who had a store of such
names laid away in her memory, relics of the old "Story Club," which she and Anne and
Jane Andrews and Ruby Gillis had had in their schooldays.
Anne shook her head doubtfully.
"I'm afraid that is too aristocratic a name for a chore boy, Diana. I couldn't imagine a
Fitzosborne feeding pigs and picking up chips, could you?"