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"
P.S.
Anne
,
who
was
the
devils
father
?
I
want
to
know
.
"
When
Christmas
holidays
came
the
girls
of
Patty
's
Place
scattered
to
their
respective
homes
,
but
Aunt
Jamesina
elected
to
stay
where
she
was
.
"
I
could
n't
go
to
any
of
the
places
I
've
been
invited
and
take
those
three
cats
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
I
'm
not
going
to
leave
the
poor
creatures
here
alone
for
nearly
three
weeks
.
If
we
had
any
decent
neighbors
who
would
feed
them
I
might
,
but
there
's
nothing
except
millionaires
on
this
street
.
So
I
'll
stay
here
and
keep
Patty
's
Place
warm
for
you
.
"
Anne
went
home
with
the
usual
joyous
anticipations
--
which
were
not
wholly
fulfilled
.
She
found
Avonlea
in
the
grip
of
such
an
early
,
cold
,
and
stormy
winter
as
even
the
"
oldest
inhabitant
"
could
not
recall
.
Green
Gables
was
literally
hemmed
in
by
huge
drifts
.
Almost
every
day
of
that
ill-starred
vacation
it
stormed
fiercely
;
and
even
on
fine
days
it
drifted
unceasingly
.
No
sooner
were
the
roads
broken
than
they
filled
in
again
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
stir
out
.
The
A.V.I.S.
tried
,
on
three
evenings
,
to
have
a
party
in
honor
of
the
college
students
,
and
on
each
evening
the
storm
was
so
wild
that
nobody
could
go
,
so
they
gave
up
the
attempt
in
despair
.
Anne
,
despite
her
love
of
and
loyalty
to
Green
Gables
,
could
not
help
thinking
longingly
of
Patty
's
Place
,
its
cosy
open
fire
,
Aunt
Jamesina
's
mirthful
eyes
,
the
three
cats
,
the
merry
chatter
of
the
girls
,
the
pleasantness
of
Friday
evenings
when
college
friends
dropped
in
to
talk
of
grave
and
gay
.
Anne
was
lonely
;
Diana
,
during
the
whole
of
the
holidays
,
was
imprisoned
at
home
with
a
bad
attack
of
bronchitis
.
She
could
not
come
to
Green
Gables
and
it
was
rarely
Anne
could
get
to
Orchard
Slope
,
for
the
old
way
through
the
Haunted
Wood
was
impassable
with
drifts
,
and
the
long
way
over
the
frozen
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
was
almost
as
bad
.
Ruby
Gillis
was
sleeping
in
the
white-heaped
graveyard
;
Jane
Andrews
was
teaching
a
school
on
western
prairies
.
Gilbert
,
to
be
sure
,
was
still
faithful
,
and
waded
up
to
Green
Gables
every
possible
evening
.
But
Gilbert
's
visits
were
not
what
they
once
were
.
Anne
almost
dreaded
them
.
It
was
very
disconcerting
to
look
up
in
the
midst
of
a
sudden
silence
and
find
Gilbert
's
hazel
eyes
fixed
upon
her
with
a
quite
unmistakable
expression
in
their
grave
depths
;
and
it
was
still
more
disconcerting
to
find
herself
blushing
hotly
and
uncomfortably
under
his
gaze
,
just
as
if
--
just
as
if
--
well
,
it
was
very
embarrassing
.
Anne
wished
herself
back
at
Patty
's
Place
,
where
there
was
always
somebody
else
about
to
take
the
edge
off
a
delicate
situation
.
At
Green
Gables
Marilla
went
promptly
to
Mrs.
Lynde
's
domain
when
Gilbert
came
and
insisted
on
taking
the
twins
with
her
.
The
significance
of
this
was
unmistakable
and
Anne
was
in
a
helpless
fury
over
it
.
Davy
,
however
,
was
perfectly
happy
.
He
reveled
in
getting
out
in
the
morning
and
shoveling
out
the
paths
to
the
well
and
henhouse
.
He
gloried
in
the
Christmas-tide
delicacies
which
Marilla
and
Mrs.
Lynde
vied
with
each
other
in
preparing
for
Anne
,
and
he
was
reading
an
enthralling
tale
,
in
a
school
library
book
,
of
a
wonderful
hero
who
seemed
blessed
with
a
miraculous
faculty
for
getting
into
scrapes
from
which
he
was
usually
delivered
by
an
earthquake
or
a
volcanic
explosion
,
which
blew
him
high
and
dry
out
of
his
troubles
,
landed
him
in
a
fortune
,
and
closed
the
story
with
proper
ECLAT
.
"
I
tell
you
it
's
a
bully
story
,
Anne
,
"
he
said
ecstatically
.
"
I
'd
ever
so
much
rather
read
it
than
the
Bible
.
"
"
Would
you
?
"
smiled
Anne
.
