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Anne of Green Gables
Announcement By Kelly Sweet Dreams | Anne Tells | Diana's Surprise | Gilbert's Concern | A Lazy Afternoon | Yesterday's Rose | Farewells Chapter two—Anne Tells “Mmmm, it looks like today will be absolutely glorious.” Anne said as she came into the kitchen the next morning where Marilla was getting breakfast prepared. “I should like to spend it wandering along the ‘White Way of Delight’ today. It was the first thing I saw as Matthew was bringing me home from the train station that couldn’t be improved upon by imagination. It was a moment when, for the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words. Oh, Marilla, I am rambling on like a child. But, I am ever so happy. I have something to tell you, but I am trying to come up with the finest way to tell you.” “Well,” Marilla managed to sneak in, “if you would just keep quiet for two minutes you might actually be able to ‘come up with’ how you want to—tell me what?” Anne sat down quietly for some time. “I am so happy, Marilla,” she finally said. “I thought I had lost him. When I thought that Gilbert was going to die—oh—there is a book of Revelation in everyone’s life. I love Gilbert—have always loved him—I was so blind—so foolish. I had some ridiculous idea of what love was. Marilla, he loves me. He still loves me—and asked me, again, to marry him—and I said, ‘yes.’ We plan to wait until he is through with his medical course, though. That will take three years. I will take the position at Summerside High School and we will see each other at Christmas and during the summers—and of course we can write a good many letters.” Marilla, by this time had forgotten about the breakfast cooking on the stove. She could scarcely believe her ears. “Anne was engaged to Gilbert. The day had finally come. It was a glorious day indeed, just as Anne had said it was.” Marilla was just getting up to congratulate Anne when Mrs. Rachel Lynde rushed into the kitchen. “Marilla, something is burning! Are you alright? I could smell smoke from my room upstairs.” For the next three or four minutes, chaos reigned supreme in that humble little kitchen. To say that something was burning understated it magnificently. Flames erupted from the pot on the stove. After several attempts to douse the fire, they succeeded in getting it under control—but not before knocking over an open sack of flour—spewing the contents in a great cloud of white. No one could tell you who knocked it over, but there it was—all over everything. Everyone in the room was covered from head to toe with smoke and flour. Meanwhile, Gilbert Blythe arrived. Davy Keith, one of the twins under Marilla’s care, answered the door. Gilbert, having heard some commotion in the kitchen, decided to investigate. He reached the kitchen just in time to see the cloud of flour settling over everything and everyone. As the smoke and flour dust cleared the occupants of the kitchen saw Gilbert standing in the kitchen doorway with a grin on his face and an eyebrow, raised slightly. “I have always had a vision of you, Anne, all in white, but—I don’t believe it was quite like this.” Anne smiled and then blushed, “I was trying to tell Marilla about us—Oh, Gilbert,” she started to cry, “I wanted everything to be so beautiful and poetic—I was telling Marilla and the next thing I knew we were rushing around trying to put out a fire. To tell you the truth, I have no idea how the flour sack got where it was—oh, we must be a site.” Marilla began to laugh. Anne, seeing just how funny the situation really was, laughed as well. “Here, let me help you clean up this mess.” Gilbert said as he swooped in to Anne’s side and picked her up. Anne was caught completely by surprise and blushed deeper than ever. It was just then that the twins, Davy and Dora, came rushing in and wanted to know what was so funny. Davy took one look at Anne. “You ARE going to marry him, aren’t you? I knew it.” Anne laughed. She recalled a time when Davy had insisted that she and Gilbert were going to marry. “Yes, Davy, dear, you were right all along and he didn’t have to court me for a hundred years, either. Now, if Gilbert would put me down I might be able to get cleaned up.” “Anne, why don’t you and Gilbert go down to the cellar and get the broom and wash rags,” said Marilla with a smile. Gilbert put Anne down and they went for the supplies. Anne could not see the broom and was looking for the bucket of rags when Gilbert leaned into her and stole a kiss. “Gilbert,” Anne said, teasingly, “Marilla wants us to find the cleaning supplies, not kisses.” “Are you sure,” Gilbert said, with a big smile. “I saw the broom and that bucket you are looking for. They are in the kitchen. I saw Marilla look right at them before she asked us to get them.” Anne was beginning to feel there was no hope against her blushes. “We really ought to get up there and help out. That mess in the kitchen is my entire fault. I had distracted Marilla,” confessed Anne. “I am always getting into scrapes. You should know that by now. I bet that boat of Mr. Barry’s is still sitting on the bottom of the pond.” Gilbert laughed remembering the time he had rescued Anne or rather the ‘lily maid’ from near drowning after the boat had sprung a leak. “I look forward to getting into many scrapes with you, Anne,” he said, looking into her eyes. Her eyes faltered under his gaze. He leaned in and kissed her, again. In the kitchen everyone else went to work getting the kitchen cleaned up. Dora was sent out to get water and Davy was told to take the burnt pot and put the contents in the scrap bin. “I wonder what happened to Anne and Gilbert. I should go see,” said Davy, who was already to the door. “Oh, no you don’t,” said Mrs. Rachel as she grabbed him by his shirt. “You just do as you are told, Davy Keith.” By the time Gilbert and Anne returned to the kitchen Anne had regained some of her composure. “Hey, Gilbert,” asked Davy, rather innocently, “why do you have flour on your mouth?” It was Gilbert’s turn to become red. He wiped the flour from his face, cleared his throat and asked what help they still needed. By the time it was cleaned up everyone was awfully hungry. Bread and Jam were set out and all enjoyed a most remarkable breakfast. Home | Fan Fiction Home | Submit a story | Forum (yahoo groups) |
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