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Tonight we'll read the 22nd chapter of Anne of Green Gables, the classic 1908 novel by Lucy mod Montgomery. This chapter is titled and is invited out to T. In the previous chapter,

and is excited about the new minister and his wife Mrs. Allen, who she decides is a kindred spirit. Marilla invites the Allens to tea, and Anne is allowed to bake a cake. Anne flavors the cake with what she thinks is vanilla, but ends up being Anne-Dine linament. Although Anne assumes the worst and becomes bereft, Mrs. Allen kindly forgives the mistake. Anne-Dine linament was a topical pain reliever, not meant for consumption, let alone for flavoring of a cake. Ingredients may have included menthol and possibly turpentine, which would have created a bitter, medicinal, and unpleasant flavor. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. And what are your eyes popping out of your head about now? Marilla. When Anne had just come in from a run to the post office, have you discovered another kindred spirit? Excitement hung around Anne like a garment, shone in her eyes, kindled in every feature. She had come dancing up the lane, like a windblown sprite, through the mellow sunshine and lazy shadows of the August evening. No Marilla, but, oh, what do you think? I am invited to tea at the mance tomorrow afternoon. Mrs. Allen left the letter for me at the post office. Just look at it, Marilla. Miss Anne Shirley, Green Gables. That is the first time I was ever called Miss. Such a thrill as it gave me. I shall cherish it forever among my choices to treasures."

Mrs. Allen told me she meant to have all the members of her Sunday school class to T in turn. Said Marilla, regarding the wonderful event very coolly. You need to get in such a fever over it.

Do learn to take things calmly, child. For Anne to take things calmly would have been to change her nature. All spirit and fire and do you as she was. The pleasures and pains of life came to her with troubled intensity. Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it. Realizing that the ups and downs of existence would probably bear hardly on this embeils of soul, and not sufficiently understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate. Therefore, Marilla conceived it to be her duty to drill in into a tranquil uniformity of disposition, as impossible and alien to her as a dancing sunbeam in one of the brook shallows. She did not make much headway as she sarfily admitted to herself. the downfall of some dear hope, or plan, plunged and into deeps of affliction. The fulfillment thereof exalted her to dizzy realms of delight. Marilla had almost begun to despair of ever fashioning this wa of the world into her model little girl of demure manners and prim deportment. Neither would she have believed that she really liked Anne much better as she was. went to bed that night speechless, with misery, because Matthew had said the wind was round north east, and he feared it would be a rainy day tomorrow. The rustle of the popular leaves about the house worried her. It sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the full faraway roar of the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times. Loving it strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy of storm and disaster to a small maiden who particularly wanted a fine day, and thought that the morning would never come. But all things have an end, even nights before the day on which you are invited to take tea at the mance. The morning, in spite of Matthew's predictions, was fine, and Anne's spirits soared to their highest. O Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love everybody I see. She exclaimed, as she washed the breakfast dishes. You don't know how good I feel. Wouldn't it be nice if it could last? I believe I could be a model child if I were just invited out to tea every day. But oh Marilla, it's a solemn occasion too.

I feel so anxious. What if I shouldn't behave properly? You know I never had tea at the man's before, and I'm not sure that I know all the rules of etiquette. Although I've been setting the rules given in the etiquette department of the family herald ever since I came here. I'm so afraid I'll do something silly, or forget to do something I should do. Would it be good manners to take a second helping of anything if you wanted to very much? The trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You should just think of Mrs. Allen and what would be nicest and most agreeable to her," said Marilla. Hitting for once in her life on a very sound and pithy piece of advice, and instantly realized this. You're right, Marilla. I'll try not to think about myself at all, and evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of etiquette. After she came home through the twilight under a great high sprung sky, gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud, in a beatified state of mind, and told Marilla all about it happily, sitting on the big red sandstone slab at the kitchen door with her tired curly head in Marilla's gingham lap. A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the rims of the western hills and whistling through the poplars. one clear star hung over the orchard, and the fireflies were flitting over in lover's lane, in and out among the ferns, and rustling bows. And watched them, as she talked, and somehow felt that wind and stars and fireflies were all tangled up together into something unutterably sweet and enchanting. Oh, Marilla, I've had a most fascinating time. Oh, I feel that I have not lived in vain, and I shall always feel like that, even if I should never be invited to tea at a man's again. When I got there Mrs. Allen met me at the door. She was dressed in the sweetest dress of pale pink organ-dee, with dozens of frills and elbow sleeves, and she looked just like Sarif. I really think I'd like to be a minister's wife when I grow up Marilla. A minister might in mind my red hair, because he wouldn't be thinking of such worldly things. But then of course, one would have to be naturally good, and I'll never be that. So I suppose there's no use in thinking about it. Some people are naturally good, you know, and others are not. I'm one of the others. Mrs. Lind says I'm full of original sin. no matter how hard I try to be good, I can never make such a success of it as those who are naturally good. It's a good deal like geometry I expect. But don't you think the trying so hard ought to count for something? His talent is one of the naturally good people. I love her passionately. You know there are some people like Matthew and Mrs. Allen that you can love right off without any trouble. And there are others like Mrs. Lind that you have to try very hard to love. You know, you ought to love them because they know so much and are such active workers in the church. But you have to keep reminding yourself of it all the time, or else you forget. There was another little girl at the man's tatii from the White Sand Sunday School. Her name was Lord Bradley, and she was a very nice girl. Not exactly a kindred spirit, you know, but still, very nice. We had an elegant tea, and I think I kept all the rules of etiquette pretty well. After tea Mrs. Allen played and sang, and she got Loreta in me to sing too. Mrs. Allen says I have a good voice, and she says I must sing in the Sunday school choir after this. You can't think how I was thrilled that the mere thought. I've longed so to sing in the Sunday school choir as Diana does, but I feared it wasn't on or I could never aspire to. Loretta had to go home early, because there is a big concert in the White Sands hotel tonight, and her sister is to recite at it. Loretta says that the Americans at the hotel give a concert every fortnight in aid of the Charlotte town hospital, and they ask lots of the white sands people to recite. Loretta said she expected to be asked herself some day. I just gazed at her in awe. After she had gone Mrs. Allen and I had a heart to heart talk. I told her everything about Mrs. Thomas and the twins and Katie Marie's and Violetta and coming to Green Gables and my troubles over geometry. And would you believe in Marilla? Mrs. Allen told me she was a done-set geometry too. You don't know how that encouraged me. Mrs. Linda came to the man's just before I left. And what do you think, Marilla? The trustees have hired a new teacher, and it's a lady. Her name is Miss Muriel Stacey. Isn't that a romantic name? Mrs. Lind says they'd never had a female teacher before and she thinks it's a dangerous innovation. But I think it will be splendid to have a lady teacher.

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