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4. The First Bride Of Green Gables
Anne wakened on the morning of her wedding day to find the sunshine winking in at the
window of the little porch gable and a September breeze frolicking with her curtains.
"I'm so glad the sun will shine on me," she thought happily.
She recalled the first morning she had wakened in that little porch room, when the
sunshine had crept in on her through the blossom- drift of the old Snow Queen. That
had not been a happy wakening, for it brought with it the bitter disappointment of the
preceding night. But since then the little room had been endeared and consecrated by
years of happy childhood dreams and maiden visions. To it she had come back joyfully
after all her absences; at its window she had knelt through that night of bitter agony
when she believed Gilbert dying, and by it she had sat in speechless happiness the
night of her betrothal. Many vigils of joy and some of sorrow had been kept there; and
today she must leave it forever. Henceforth it would be hers no more; fifteen-year-old
Dora was to inherit it when she had gone. Nor did Anne wish it otherwise; the little room
was sacred to youth and girlhood--to the past that was to close today before the chapter
of wifehood opened.
Green Gables was a busy and joyous house that forenoon. Diana arrived early, with
little Fred and Small Anne Cordelia, to lend a hand. Davy and Dora, the Green Gables
twins, whisked the babies off to the garden.
"Don't let Small Anne Cordelia spoil her clothes," warned Diana anxiously.
"You needn't be afraid to trust her with Dora," said Marilla. "That child is more sensible
and careful than most of the mothers I've known. She's really a wonder in some ways.
Not much like that other harum-scarum I brought up."
Marilla smiled across her chicken salad at Anne. It might even be suspected that she
liked the harum-scarum best after all.
"Those twins are real nice children," said Mrs. Rachel, when she was sure they were
out of earshot. "Dora is so womanly and helpful, and Davy is developing into a very
smart boy. He isn't the holy terror for mischief he used to be."
"I never was so distracted in my life as I was the first six months he was here,"
acknowledged Marilla. "After that I suppose I got used to him. He's taken a great notion
to farming lately, and wants me to let him try running the farm next year. I may, for Mr.
Barry doesn't think he'll want to rent it much longer, and some new arrangement will
have to be made."