Music Welcome to this newscast. The podcast is designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by Silent Fields. Tonight we'll read the 18th chapter of Anne of Green Gables, the classic 1908 novel by Lucy Maud Montgomery. This chapter is titled, And to the Rescue. In the previous chapter, Anne meets Diana secretly by the dry adds bubble, where Diana tearfully tells Anne that her mother forbids their friendship. They have an emotional farewell, exchanging heartfelt promises and a lock of hair. Anne, devastated, decides to return to school, where her imaginative presence is warmly welcomed by her classmates. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. At first glance, it might not seem that the decision of a certain Canadian premiere to include Prince Edward Island in a political tour could have much or anything to do with the fortunes of little and surely at Green Gables, but it had. It was a January the premiere came to address his loyal supporters, and such of his non-supporters has chose to be present at the Monster Mass meeting held in Charlottetown. Most of the Avonly people were on premiere side of politics. Hence, on the night of the meeting, nearly all the men and a goodly proportion of the women had gone to town thirty miles away. Mrs. Rachel Lind had gone too. Mrs. Rachel Lind was a red-hot politician and couldn't have believed that the political rally could be carried through without her, although she was on the opposite side of politics. So she went to town and took her husband. Thomas would be useful in looking after the horse and Marilla Cuthbert with her. Marilla had a sneaking interest in politics herself. And as she thought, it might be her only chance to see a real live premiere. She promptly took it, leaving Anne and Matthew to keep house until her return the following day. Hence, while Marilla and Mrs. Rachel were enjoying themselves hugely at the mass meeting. Anne and Matthew had the cheerful kitchen at greengables all to themselves. A bright fire was glowing in the old-fashioned water-lues stove, and blue-white frost crystals were shining on the window-pains. Matthew nodded over a farmer's advocate on the sofa, and Anne at the table studied her lessons with grim determination. Despite sundry, wistful glances at the clock shelf, We'll lay a new book that Jane Andrews had lent her that day. Jane had assured her that it was warranted to produce any number of thrills, or words to that effect, and Anne's fingers tingled to reach out for it. But that would mean Gilbert Blythe's triumph on the morrow, Anne turned her back on the clock shelf and tried to imagine it wasn't there. Matthew, did you ever study geometry when you went to school? Well, no, I didn't. Said Matthew, coming out of his doves with a start. I wish you had. Zynan. Because then you'd be able to sympathize with me. You can't sympathize properly if you've never studied it. It is casting a cloud over my whole life. I'm such a done-sat-it Matthew. Well, now I don't know," said Matthew, soothingly. I guess you're alright at anything. Mr. Phillips told me last week in Blair's store at Carmody that he was the smartest scholar in school and was making rapid progress. Rapid progress was his very words. them as runs down Teddy Phillips and says he ain't much of a teacher, but I guess he's alright. Matthew would have thought anyone who praised Anne was alright. I'm sure I'd get on better with geometry if only he wouldn't change the letters. Complained Anne. I learned the proposition off by heart, and then he draws it on the blackboard and puts different letters from what are in the book, and I get all mixed up. I don't think a teacher should take such a mean advantage. Do you? We're studying agriculture now, and I've found out at last what makes the roads red. It's a great comfort. I wonder how Marilla and Mrs. Lind are enjoying themselves. Mrs. Lind says Canada is going to the dogs the way things are being run at Ottawa, and that it's an awful warning to the electors. She says if women were allowed to vote, we would soon see a blessed change. What way do you vote, Matthew?" Conservative said Matthew, promptly. The vote conservative was part of Matthew's religion. Then I'm conservative too, said Anne decidedly. I'm glad because Gil, because some of the boys in school are grits. I guess Mr. Phillips is a grit too because Pricy Andrew's father is one. And Ruby Gillis says that when a man is

courting, he always has to agree with the girl's mother in religion, and her father in politics. Is that true Matthew? Well, now I don't know," said Matthew. Did you ever go courting Matthew?

Well now uh... I don't know. Said Matthew. Did you ever go courting Matthew? Well, now, uh, no, I don't know who I ever did. Said Matthew, who had certainly never thought of such a thing in his whole existence. reflected with her chin and her hands, it must be rather interesting, don't you think? Ruby Gillis says when she grows up, she's going to have ever so many bows on the string and have them all crazy about her. But I think that would be too exciting. I'd rather have just one in his right mind. But Ruby Gillis knows a great deal about such matters, because she has so many big sisters. And Mrs. Lind says the Gillis girls have gone off like hotcakes. Mr. Phillips goes up to see Prissy Andrews nearly every evening. He says it is to help her with her lessons, but Miranda Sloan is studying for Queens too. And I should think she needed help a lot more than Prissy, because she's ever so much stupider. But he never goes to help her in the evenings at all.

There are a great many things in this world that I can't understand very well, Matthew. Well, now I don't know as I comprehend them all myself acknowledged, Matthew. Well, I suppose I must finish up my lessons.

I won't allow myself to open that new book Jane lent me until I'm through, but it's a terrible temptation, Matthew. Even when I turn my back on it, I can see it there, just displaying. Jane said she cried herself sick over it. I love a book that makes me cry, but I think I'll carry that book into the sitting room and lock it in the jam closet and give you the key. And you must not give it to me, Matthew, until my lessons are done. Not even if I implore you. It's all very well to say, resist temptation, but it's ever so much easier to resist it if you can't get the key. And then shall I run down to the cellar and get some russets, Matthew? Wouldn't you like some russets? Well, now I don't know, but what I would, said Matthew, who never ate russets, but new Anne's weakness for them. Just as Anne emerged triumphantly from the

cellar with her plate full of russets, came the sound of flying footsteps on the icy boardwalk outside, and the next moment the kitchen door was flung open, an in-rushed Diana berry, faced and breathless, with a shell wrapped hastily around her head, and promptly let go of her candle and plate in her surprise. And plate, candle, and apples crashed together down the cellar ladder, and were found at the bottom, embedded in melted grease. The next day by Marilla, who gathered them up and thanked Mercy the house hadn't been set on fire. Whatever is the matter, Diana, cry, Diana. Has your mother relented at last? Oh, Anne, do come quick. Employ Diana nervously. Many may is awful sick. She's got a group. Young Mary Jo says, and father and mother are away to town and there's nobody to go for the doctor. Many may is awful bad, and young Mary Jo doesn't know what to do. And oh, Anne, I'm so scared." Matthew, without a word, reached out for cap and coat, slipped past Diana and away into the darkness of the art. He's gone to harness the sorel mayor to go to Karmadi for the doctor," said Anne, who was hurrying on hood and jacket. I know it as well as if he'd said so. Matthew and I are such kindred spirits. I can read his thoughts without words at all. I don't believe he'll find the doctor at Karmadi. Somianna. I know that Dr. Blair went to town, and I guess Dr. Spencer would go too. Young Mary Jo never saw anybody with Crupe, and Mrs. Lind is away. Oh, Ann. Don't cry, said Ann. Cheerily. I know exactly what to do for a group. You forget that Mrs. Hammond had twins three times. When you look after three pairs of twins, you naturally get a lot of experience. They all had a group regularly. Just wait till I get the Ipa-Cack bottle. You may not have it any at your house.

Come on now. The two little girls hastened out hand in hand, and hurried through lovers' lane and across the crusted field beyond. For the snow was too deep to go by the shorter wood way. And, although sincerely sorry for Mini-May, was far from being insensible to the romance of the situation, and to the sweetness of once more sharing that romance with a kindred spirit, the night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope. Big stars were shining over the silent fields. Here and there, the dark pointed first stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them. And thought It was truly delightful to go skimming through all this mystery and loveliness with your bosom friend, who had been so long estranged. Many May aged three was really very sick. She lay on the kitchen sofa, feverish, and restless, while her horse breathing could be heard all over the house. Young Mary Jo, a box-um-brod faced French girl from the creek, who Mrs. Berry had engaged to stay with the children during her absence, was helpless, and bewildered, quite incapable of thinking what to do, or doing it if she thought of it. Anne went to work with skill and promptness. Minnie May has crew-ball, right? She's pretty bad, but I've seen them worse. First, we must have lots of hot water. I declare Diana, there isn't more than a cupful in the kettle. There, I've filled it up, and Mary Jo, you may put some wood in the stove. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but it seems to me you might have thought of this before if you'd any imagination. Now all undress Minime and put her to bed and you try to find some soft flannel clothes, Diana. I'm going to give her a dose of Ipacac first of all. Minime did not take kindly to the Ipacac, but Anne had not brought up three pairs of twins for nothing.

Down that Ippicac went, not only once, but many times during the long, anxious night

when the two little girls worked patiently over the suffering mini-may. And young Mary

Joe, honestly anxious to do all she could, kept up of roaring fire, and heated more water than would have been needed for a hospital of creepy babies. It was three o'clock when Matthew came with a doctor, for he had been obliged to go all the way to Spencervale for one. but the pressing need for assistance was passed. Minnie May was much better and was sleeping soundly. I was awfully near, giving up and despair, explained Anne. She got worse and worse, until she was sicker than ever the Hammond twins were. Even the last bear. I actually thought she was going to choke. I gave her every drop of hip-bacac in that bottle, and when the last dose went down, I said to myself, not to Diana or young Mary Jo, because I didn't want to worry them anymore than they were worried. but I had to say it to myself just to relieve my feelings. I said, This is the last lingering hope, and I fear, Tis of Aine won. But in about three minutes, she coughed up the flim and began to get better right away. You must just imagine my relief, Doctor, because I can't express it in words. You know there are some things that cannot be expressed in words. Yes, I know, not in the Doctor. He looked at Anne as if he were thinking some things about her that couldn't be expressed in words. Later on, however, he expressed them to Mr. and Mrs. Barry. That little red-headed girl they have over at Cuthbert's is as smart as they make them. I tell you she saved that baby's life, for it would have been too late by the time I got there. She seems to have a skill and presence of mind, perfectly wonderful, in a child of her age. I never saw anything like the eyes of her when she was explaining the case to me.

Anne had gone home in the wonderful white frosted winter morning, heavy-eyed from loss of sleep, but still talking unwarrantly to Matthew as they crossed the long white field and walked under the glittering fairy arch of the lover's lane's maples. Oh, Matthew, isn't it a wonderful morning? The world looks like something God had just imagined for his own pleasure, doesn't it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath. Poof! I'm so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren't you? And I'm so glad Mrs. Hammond had three pairs of twins after all.

If she hadn't, I'd might have known what to do for Minnie May.

I'm real sorry I was ever crossed with Mrs. Hammond for having twins.

But oh Matthew, I'm so sleepy. I can't go to school. I just know I couldn't keep my eyes open and I'd be so stupid. But I hate to stay home for Gil. Some of the others will get ahead of the class, and it's so hard to get up again. Although of course the harder it is, the more satisfaction you have when you do get up. Haven't you? Well now, I guess you'll manage all right. The Matthew looking at Anne's white little face and the dark shadows under her eyes. You just go right to bed and have a good sleep. All do all the chores. Anne accordingly went to bed and slept so long and soundly that it was well on in the white and rosy winter afternoon when she awoke and descended to the kitchen where Marilla, who had arrived home in the meantime, was sitting knitting. Oh, did you see the premiere? Exclaimed Ann at once?

What did he look like, Marilla? Wow. He never got to be Prime Minister on account of his looks, said Marilla. Such a nose as that man had, but he can speak. I was proud of being a conservative. Rachel Lind, of course, being a liberal, had no use for him. Your dinner is in the oven, Anne, and you can get yourself some blue plum preserve out of the pantry. I guess you're hungry. Matthew has been telling me about last night. I must say it was fortunate you knew what to do. I wouldn't have had any idea myself, for I never saw a case of croop. There now. Never mind talking until you've had your dinner. I can tell by the look of you that you're just full up with speeches. But they'll keep. Marilla had something to tell Anne, but she did not tell her just then for she knew if she did, and's consequent excitement would lift her clear out of the region of such material matters as appetite or dinner. Not until Anne had finished her saucer of blue plums did Marilla say, Mrs. Barry was here this afternoon Anne. She wanted to see you but I wouldn't wake you up. She says you saved Minnie May's life, and she's very sorry she acted as she did in that affair of the current wine. She says she knows now you didn't mean to set Diana drunk, and she hopes you'll forgive her, and be good friends with Diana again. You're to go over this evening if you like for Diane a can't stir outside the door on account of a bad cold she caught last night. Now, Antlerley, for pity's sake, don't fly up into the air. The warning seemed not unnecessary.

So uplifted and aerial was Anne's expression.

And attitude. The warning seemed not unnecessary. So uplifted and aerial was Anne's expression, and attitude as she sprang to her feet, her face irradiated with the flame of her spirit. Oh, Marilla, can I go right now? Without washing my dishes, I'll wash them when I come back, but I cannot tie myself down to anything so unromantic as dish-washing at this thrilling moment. Yes, yes, run along," said Marilla, indulgently. Han Shirley, are you crazy? Come back this instant and put something on you. I might as well call to the wind. She's gone without a cap or

wrap. Look at her tearing through the orchard with her hair streaming. It'll be a mercy if she doesn't catch a cold." And came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. A far in the Southwest was the great shimmering pearl-like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rows over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce. The tinkles of sleigh bells among the snowy hills came like elven chimes through the frosty air. But their music was not sweeter than the song in Anne's heart and on her lips. You see before you a perfectly happy person, Marilla. She announced, I'm perfectly happy, yes, in spite of my red hair. Just at present I have a soul above red hair. Mrs. Barry kissed me and cried and said she was so sorry and she could never repay me. I felt fearfully embarrassed, Marilla, but I just sat as politely as I could. I have no hard feelings for you, Mrs. Barry. I assure you once for all that I did not mean to intoxicate Diana, and henceforth I shall cover the past with the mantle of oblivion." That was a pretty dignified way of speaking, wasn't it, Marilla? I felt that I was heaping coals of fire on Mrs. Berry's head. And Diana and I had a lovely afternoon. Diana showed me a new fancy crochet stitch, her aunt over at Carmodyter. Not a soul and evenly knows it but us, and we pledged a solemn vow never to reveal it to anyone else. Diana gave me a beautiful card with a wreath of roses on it and a verse of poetry. If you love me as I love you, nothing but death can part us too. And that is true, Marilla. We're going to ask Mr. Phillips to let us sit together in school again, and Gertie Pie can go with many Andrews. We had an elegant tea. Mrs. Barry had the very best china set out, Marilla, just as if I was real company. I can't tell you what a thrill it gave me. Nobody ever used their very best china on my account before, and we had fruit cake, and bound cake, and donuts, and two kinds of preserves marilla. And Mrs. Barry asked me if I took tea and said, Pa, why don't you pass the biscuits to Anne? It must be lovely to be grown up, Marilla, when just being treated as if you were is so nice. I don't know about that, said Marilla, with a brief sigh. While anyway anyway, when I am grown up, Zed Ann, decidedly, I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words. I know from sorrowful experience how that hurts one's feelings. I tea, Diana and I made Taffy. The Taffy wasn't very good, I suppose, because neither Diana nor I had ever made any before. Diana left me to stir it, while she buttered the plates, and I forgot, and let it burn. And then when we set out on the platform to cool, they can't walk to her one plate, and that had to be thrown away. But the making of it was splendid fun. Then, when I came home, Mrs. Barry asked me to come over as often as I could, and Diana stood at the window and drew kisses to me all the way down to Lever's lane.

I assure you, Marilla, that I feel like praying tonight and I'm going to think out a special

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