Chapter XXVII. Vanity and Vexation of Spirit

           

           Marilla,walkinghomeonelateAprileveningfromanAidmeeting,realizedthatthewinterwasoverandgonewiththethrillofdelightthatspringneverfailstobringtotheoldestandsaddestaswellastotheyoungestandmerriest.Marillawasnotgiventosubjectiveanalysisofherthoughtsandfeelings.SheprobablyimaginedthatshewasthinkingabouttheAidsandtheirmissionaryboxandthenewcarpetforthevestryroom,butunderthesereflectionswasaharmoniousconsciousnessofredfieldssmokingintopale-purplymistsinthedecliningsun,oflong,sharp-pointedfirshadowsfallingoverthemeadowbeyondthebrook,ofstill,crimson-buddedmaplesaroundamirrorlikewoodpool,ofawakeningintheworldandastirofhiddenpulsesunderthegraysod.ThespringwasabroadinthelandandMarilla’ssober,middle-agedstepwaslighterandswifterbecauseofitsdeep,primalgladness.

           HereyesdweltaffectionatelyonGreenGables,peeringthroughitsnetworkoftreesandreflectingthesunlightbackfromitswindowsinseverallittlecoruscationsofglory.Marilla,asshepickedherstepsalongthedamplane,thoughtthatitwasreallyasatisfactiontoknowthatshewasgoinghometoabrisklysnappingwoodfireandatablenicelyspreadfortea,insteadoftothecoldcomfortofoldAidmeetingeveningsbeforeAnnehadcometoGreenGables.

           Consequently,whenMarillaenteredherkitchenandfoundthefireblackout,withnosignofAnneanywhere,shefeltjustlydisappointedandirritated.

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