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“
We
’
ll
decorate
the
parlor
first
.
We
have
plenty
of
time
,
for
Priscilla
said
they
’
d
be
here
about
twelve
or
half
past
at
the
latest
,
so
we
’
ll
have
dinner
at
one
.
”
There
may
have
been
two
happier
and
more
excited
girls
somewhere
in
Canada
or
the
United
States
at
that
moment
,
but
I
doubt
it
.
Every
snip
of
the
scissors
,
as
rose
and
peony
and
bluebell
fell
,
seemed
to
chirp
,
“
Mrs
.
Morgan
is
coming
today
.
”
Anne
wondered
how
Mr
.
Harrison
COULD
go
on
placidly
mowing
hay
in
the
field
across
the
lane
,
just
as
if
nothing
were
going
to
happen
.
The
parlor
at
Green
Gables
was
a
rather
severe
and
gloomy
apartment
,
with
rigid
horsehair
furniture
,
stiff
lace
curtains
,
and
white
antimacassars
that
were
always
laid
at
a
perfectly
correct
angle
,
except
at
such
times
as
they
clung
to
unfortunate
people
’
s
buttons
.
Even
Anne
had
never
been
able
to
infuse
much
grace
into
it
,
for
Marilla
would
not
permit
any
alterations
.
But
it
is
wonderful
what
flowers
can
accomplish
if
you
give
them
a
fair
chance
;
when
Anne
and
Diana
finished
with
the
room
you
would
not
have
recognized
it
.
A
great
blue
bowlful
of
snowballs
overflowed
on
the
polished
table
.
The
shining
black
mantelpiece
was
heaped
with
roses
and
ferns
.
Every
shelf
of
the
what
-
not
held
a
sheaf
of
bluebells
;
the
dark
corners
on
either
side
of
the
grate
were
lighted
up
with
jars
full
of
glowing
crimson
peonies
,
and
the
grate
itself
was
aflame
with
yellow
poppies
.
All
this
splendor
and
color
,
mingled
with
the
sunshine
falling
through
the
honeysuckle
vines
at
the
windows
in
a
leafy
riot
of
dancing
shadows
over
walls
and
floor
,
made
of
the
usually
dismal
little
room
the
veritable
“
bower
”
of
Anne
’
s
imagination
,
and
even
extorted
a
tribute
of
admiration
from
Marilla
,
who
came
in
to
criticize
and
remained
to
praise
.
“
Now
,
we
must
set
the
table
,
”
said
Anne
,
in
the
tone
of
a
priestess
about
to
perform
some
sacred
rite
in
honor
of
a
divinity
.
“
We
’
ll
have
a
big
vaseful
of
wild
roses
in
the
center
and
one
single
rose
in
front
of
everybody
’
s
plate
—
and
a
special
bouquet
of
rosebuds
only
by
Mrs
.
Morgan
’
s
—
an
allusion
to
‘
The
Rosebud
Garden
’
you
know
.
”
The
table
was
set
in
the
sitting
room
,
with
Marilla
’
s
finest
linen
and
the
best
china
,
glass
,
and
silver
.
You
may
be
perfectly
certain
that
every
article
placed
on
it
was
polished
or
scoured
to
the
highest
possible
perfection
of
gloss
and
glitter
.
Then
the
girls
tripped
out
to
the
kitchen
,
which
was
filled
with
appetizing
odors
emanating
from
the
oven
,
where
the
chickens
were
already
sizzling
splendidly
.
Anne
prepared
the
potatoes
and
Diana
got
the
peas
and
beans
ready
.
Then
,
while
Diana
shut
herself
into
the
pantry
to
compound
the
lettuce
salad
,
Anne
,
whose
cheeks
were
already
beginning
to
glow
crimson
,
as
much
with
excitement
as
from
the
heat
of
the
fire
,
prepared
the
bread
sauce
for
the
chickens
,
minced
her
onions
for
the
soup
,
and
finally
whipped
the
cream
for
her
lemon
pies
.
And
what
about
Davy
all
this
time
?
Was
he
redeeming
his
promise
to
be
good
?
He
was
,
indeed
.
To
be
sure
,
he
insisted
on
remaining
in
the
kitchen
,
for
his
curiosity
wanted
to
see
all
that
went
on
.
But
as
he
sat
quietly
in
a
corner
,
busily
engaged
in
untying
the
knots
in
a
piece
of
herring
net
he
had
brought
home
from
his
last
trip
to
the
shore
,
nobody
objected
to
this
.
At
half
past
eleven
the
lettuce
salad
was
made
,
the
golden
circles
of
the
pies
were
heaped
with
whipped
cream
,
and
everything
was
sizzling
and
bubbling
that
ought
to
sizzle
and
bubble
.
