ANNE OF THE ISLAND (Chapt 35) The Last Redmond Year Opens & (Chapt 36) The Gardners' Call

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The Golden Tassel is almost within reach, but as the leaves turn in King's port, So, do the tides of the heart. Welcome back to the hearth, everyone. I'm Chisel Erickson, your host, but one thousand one stories from the Guided Age. Anne has spent years dreaming of the ideal man, but when his world finally comes knocking on her door, in the form of the formidable Gardner family,

What he has to ask herself is the dream better than the reality. Make yourself a cup of tea. It's time for Chapter 35. The last Redman year opens and Chapter 36.

The gardeners call. Let's see what the island has in store for us today. And now, our story. This is a Librevox recording.

All Lib Brebox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit libbrvox.org. Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery, Chapter 35.

The last Redmond Year opens. Here we are all back again, nicely sunburned and rejoicing as a strong man to run a race, said Phil, sitting down on a suitcase with a sigh of pleasure.

Isn't it jolly to see this dear old patties place again, an ante, and the cats, Rusty has lost another piece of ear, hasn't he? Rusty would be the nicest cat in the world if he had no ears at all, declared Anne Loyley from her trunk, while Rusty rites about her lap in a frenzy of welcome.

Aren't you glad to see us back, Auntie? Demanded Phil. Yes, but I wish you tidy things up," said Aunt Jamesina plaintively, looking at the wilderness of trunks and suitcases by which the four laughing, chattering girls were surrounded.

You can talk just as well later on, work first and then play used to be my motto when I was a girl. Oh, we've just traversed that in this generation, Auntie. Our motto is play your play and then dig in.

You can do your work so much better if you've had a good bout of play first. If you are going to marry a minister, set Aunt Jamesina, picking up Joseph and her knitting and resigning herself to the inevitable with the charming grace that made her the queen of housemothers, you will have to give up such expressions as digging.

Why, Mound Phil, oh, why must a minister's wife be supposed to utter only prunes and prisms? I shant, everybody on Patterson Street uses slang, that is to say, metaphorical language, And if I didn't, they would think me insufferably proud and stuck up. Have you broken the news to your family?

Asked Priscilla, feeding the sericat bits from her lunch basket. Phil nodded. How did they take it? Oh, mother rampaged, but I stood rock firm.

Even I, Philip Egordon, who never before could hold fast to anything. Father was calmer. Father's own daddy was a minister, so you see he has a soft spot in his heart for the cloth.

I had Joe up to Mount Holly after Mother Group Hall, and they both loved him, but Mother gave him some frightful hints in every conversation regarding what she had hoped for me. Oh, my vacation pathway hasn't been exactly strewn with roses, girl's dear. But I've won out, and I've got Joe.

Nothing else matters. To you, sedent Jamesina Darkly. Nor to Joe either, retorted Phil, you keep on pitting him. Why, pray?

I think he's to be envied, he's getting brains, beauty and a heart of gold in me." It's well we know how to take your speeches, said Aunt James theena patiently. I hope you don't talk like that before strangers. What would they think? Oh, I don't want to know what they think. I don't want to see myself as others see me. I'm sure it would be horrible and comfortable

most of the time. I don't believe Burns was really sincere in that prayer either. Oh, I dare say we all pray for some things that we don't really want if we were only honest enough to look into our hearts, own danchimesine, candidly. I have a notion that such prayers don't rise very far.

I used to pray that I might be unable to forgive a certain person, but I know now I really didn't want to forgive her when I finally got that I did want to, I forgave her without having to pray about it. I can't picture you being unforgiving for long, said Stella.

Oh, I used to be. But holding spite doesn't seem worthwhile when you get along in years. That reminds me, said Anne, and told the tale of John and Janet. And now tell us about that romantic scene you hinted so darkly at in one of your letters

the man that fell. Anne acted out Samuel's proposal with great spirit, the girls have shrieked with laughter, and Aunt James seen a smile. It isn't good taste to make fun of your bones, she said severely.

But she added calmly, I always did it myself. Tell us about your bows, Auntie, and treated Phil. You must have had any number of them. They're not in the past tense, retorted Aunt Jamesina.

I've got them yet. There are three old widowers at home who have been casting sheep's eyes at me for some time. You children needn't think you own all the romance in the world.