Anne of the Island eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about Anne of the Island.

Anne of the Island eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about Anne of the Island.

“Did he ask you why you did it?” asked Anne.

“No, he never said a word about it,” replied Janet dully.

Chapter XXXIV

John Douglas Speaks at Last

Anne was not without a feeble hope that something might come of it after all.  But nothing did.  John Douglas came and took Janet driving, and walked home from prayer-meeting with her, as he had been doing for twenty years, and as he seemed likely to do for twenty years more.  The summer waned.  Anne taught her school and wrote letters and studied a little.  Her walks to and from school were pleasant.  She always went by way of the swamp; it was a lovely place—­a boggy soil, green with the greenest of mossy hillocks; a silvery brook meandered through it and spruces stood erectly, their boughs a-trail with gray-green mosses, their roots overgrown with all sorts of woodland lovelinesses.

Nevertheless, Anne found life in Valley Road a little monotonous.  To be sure, there was one diverting incident.

She had not seen the lank, tow-headed Samuel of the peppermints since the evening of his call, save for chance meetings on the road.  But one warm August night he appeared, and solemnly seated himself on the rustic bench by the porch.  He wore his usual working habiliments, consisting of varipatched trousers, a blue jean shirt, out at the elbows, and a ragged straw hat.  He was chewing a straw and he kept on chewing it while he looked solemnly at Anne.  Anne laid her book aside with a sigh and took up her doily.  Conversation with Sam was really out of the question.

After a long silence Sam suddenly spoke.

“I’m leaving over there,” he said abruptly, waving his straw in the direction of the neighboring house.

“Oh, are you?” said Anne politely.

“Yep.”

“And where are you going now?”

“Wall, I’ve been thinking some of gitting a place of my own.  There’s one that’d suit me over at Millersville.  But ef I rents it I’ll want a woman.”

“I suppose so,” said Anne vaguely.

“Yep.”

There was another long silence.  Finally Sam removed his straw again and said,

“Will yeh hev me?”

“Wh—­a—­t!” gasped Anne.

“Will yeh hev me?”

“Do you mean—­marry you?” queried poor Anne feebly.

“Yep.”

“Why, I’m hardly acquainted with you,” cried Anne indignantly.

“But yeh’d git acquainted with me after we was married,” said Sam.

Anne gathered up her poor dignity.

“Certainly I won’t marry you,” she said haughtily.

“Wall, yeh might do worse,” expostulated Sam.  “I’m a good worker and I’ve got some money in the bank.”

“Don’t speak of this to me again.  Whatever put such an idea into your head?” said Anne, her sense of humor getting the better of her wrath.  It was such an absurd situation.

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