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“
Well
,
”
said
Anne
to
herself
that
night
,
as
she
brushed
her
hair
before
her
gilt
framed
mirror
,
“
I
am
glad
Diana
is
so
happy
and
satisfied
.
But
when
my
turn
comes
.
.
.
if
it
ever
does
.
.
.
I
do
hope
there
’
ll
be
something
a
little
more
thrilling
about
it
.
But
then
Diana
thought
so
too
,
once
.
I
’
ve
heard
her
say
time
and
again
she
’
d
never
get
engaged
any
poky
commonplace
way
.
.
.
he
’
d
HAVE
to
do
something
splendid
to
win
her
But
she
has
changed
.
Perhaps
I
’
ll
change
too
.
But
I
won
’
t
.
.
.
and
I
’
m
determined
I
won
’
t
.
Oh
,
I
think
these
engagements
are
dreadfully
unsettling
things
when
they
happen
to
your
intimate
friends
.
”
The
last
week
in
August
came
.
Miss
Lavendar
was
to
be
married
in
it
.
Two
weeks
later
Anne
and
Gilbert
would
leave
for
Redmond
College
.
In
a
week
’
s
time
Mrs
.
Rachel
Lynde
would
move
to
Green
Gables
and
set
up
her
lares
and
penates
in
the
erstwhile
spare
room
,
which
was
already
prepared
for
her
coming
.
She
had
sold
all
her
superfluous
household
plenishings
by
auction
and
was
at
present
reveling
in
the
congenial
occupation
of
helping
the
Allans
pack
up
.
Mr
.
Allan
was
to
preach
his
farewell
sermon
the
next
Sunday
.
The
old
order
was
changing
rapidly
to
give
place
to
the
new
,
as
Anne
felt
with
a
little
sadness
threading
all
her
excitement
and
happiness
.
“
Changes
ain
’
t
totally
pleasant
but
they
’
re
excellent
things
,
”
said
Mr
.
Harrison
philosophically
.
“
Two
years
is
about
long
enough
for
things
to
stay
exactly
the
same
.
If
they
stayed
put
any
longer
they
might
grow
mossy
.
”
Mr
.
Harrison
was
smoking
on
his
veranda
.
His
wife
had
self
-
sacrificingly
told
that
he
might
smoke
in
the
house
if
he
took
care
to
sit
by
an
open
window
.
Mr
.
Harrison
rewarded
this
concession
by
going
outdoors
altogether
to
smoke
in
fine
weather
,
and
so
mutual
goodwill
reigned
.
Anne
had
come
over
to
ask
Mrs
.
Harrison
for
some
of
her
yellow
dahlias
.
She
and
Diana
were
going
through
to
Echo
Lodge
that
evening
to
help
Miss
Lavendar
and
Charlotta
the
Fourth
with
their
final
preparations
for
the
morrow
’
s
bridal
.
Miss
Lavendar
herself
never
had
dahlias
;
she
did
not
like
them
and
they
would
not
have
suited
the
fine
retirement
of
her
old
-
fashioned
garden
.
But
flowers
of
any
kind
were
rather
scarce
in
Avonlea
and
the
neighboring
districts
that
summer
,
thanks
to
Uncle
Abe
’
s
storm
;
and
Anne
and
Diana
thought
that
a
certain
old
cream
-
colored
stone
jug
,
usually
kept
sacred
to
doughnuts
,
brimmed
over
with
yellow
dahlias
,
would
be
just
the
thing
to
set
in
a
dim
angle
of
the
stone
house
stairs
,
against
the
dark
background
of
red
hall
paper
.
“
I
s
’
pose
you
’
ll
be
starting
off
for
college
in
a
fortnight
’
s
time
?
”
continued
Mr
.
Harrison
.
“
Well
,
we
’
re
going
to
miss
you
an
awful
lot
,
Emily
and
me
.
To
be
sure
,
Mrs
.
Lynde
’
ll
be
over
there
in
your
place
.
There
ain
’
t
nobody
but
a
substitute
can
be
found
for
them
.
”
The
irony
of
Mr
.
Harrison
’
s
tone
is
quite
untransferable
to
paper
.
In
spite
of
his
wife
’
s
intimacy
with
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
the
best
that
could
be
said
of
the
relationship
between
her
and
Mr
.
Harrison
even
under
the
new
regime
,
was
that
they
preserved
an
armed
neutrality
.
“
Yes
,
I
’
m
going
,
”
said
Anne
.
“
I
’
m
very
glad
with
my
head
.
.
.
and
very
sorry
with
my
heart
.
”
