ࡱ> )0sbjbj .e 8#Bt{{{{{VVV$X~mVVmm{{m{{mrT{Pd݂om0B{Y1|V3&N%(sĐVVV/VVVBmmmmVVVVVVVVV : )Mary Rose Dean (Or where Dreams Never End) Inspired by Works from the author of Anne of Green Gables Written by: Behnaz Arzani Introduction As a child I always adored the stories written by L. M. Montgomery, and I was surprised how a story like that could be so amazing that a child like me would read it more than 100 times! The stories had an incredible feeling in them; they were sweet, soft, kind and lovely the most important of human characteristics had been captured in them and the most honorable behaviors seen through their characters. Most importantly all my dreams and most of the things I wanted to achieve all had been reflected, it seemed magic that how books written nearly 100 years ago could show your feelings just as if you had put them in front of a mirror. Now that I am writing this paragraph I have checked half of my work and am adding this to my past written introduction, I have now lost all the confidence I had when I first started to write this book. Many times I have cherished and bloomed the thought of success in it and many times I have foreseen failure; I now ask you reader that when you judge my work please consider my intention and that I have for along time been deprived of the privilege of speaking the English tong, so I ask you to overlook my mistakes. I have a habit of continuing a story I read or a movie I see in my own fashion. I have sometimes dreamt, what would happen if I could meet Anne someday, what if one of those people was really real? So I thought maybe I could write a story following Montgomerys style of writing and show the feelings I have had, so that children who like Montgomerys books would have more books to read and more things to dream about. Isnt reading more enjoyable when there are more books written in the way you enjoy? I myself cant read a book which doesnt have a soft and loving style; sometimes because of not being able to find a book which I enjoy, I have to read a book for the second, third or even forth time. I dont want this to happen for anyone else. When I first wrote this book two years ago, I thought I have succeeded, but when I read it now, I see its far from perfect, so I changed the actual story. Still it is not satisfactory, so I apologize to all lovers of Anne Shirley, and anyone with a kind heart. I also tried to use many of the books written by Montgomery so that people would have a small collection of her stories all in one, but also read something new. Some of the adventures that happen in Emily of New Moon, Emily Climbs, Mistress Pat, Anne of Green Gables, Magic for Marigold, Kilmmeny of the Orchard, Jane of lantern Hill, and The Blue Castle also happen in this book but they have been changed so much that they arent recognizable- and maybe they are by a sharp eye-. You can see Emily or Isle or even see Janes father in the story. There are also quotes from the books that you may enjoy. This book isnt a book to gain interest or a book to be famous but a book to save the love that children have toward these masterpieces and to save the love for simple but beautiful literature which show human kindness and passion more than anything else. With the hope that this love for literature would stay in our hearts B. Arzani Chapter one: Welcome Mary Rose Dean was a girl with a small nose, a big red smile that later on, some would say is like a blooming rose. She had light brown eyes and golden hair, rays from the shining sun that reached past her knees. She looked much older than her age. She was tall and slender, with a mysterious charm around her, shy and quiet but friendly. Sweat with wonders in her eyes. It was like it was like giving an open book exam and not being able to find the answers. It made some people shiver. That Dean girl can really give you the creeps! I cant find any difference between her and my cat! Prowling around the neighborhood, she seems unconscious of everyone and everything around her." Some said she was beautiful others said she was plane and some when they saw that they could not find another name for her looks named her ugly with a small feeling of guilt because they knew that she was far from that. Her mother had just passed away, and she had never seen her father, for he had died a month before she was born, her mother had told her so. How she had loved her mother! She felt her loss so often. How she had As her mother had said, she had an uncle somewhere, her fathers brother, Philip. Mother had never seen him herself, but father had talked a lot about his brother to her. He had kept in touch with him for a long time. When father died, mother had written to let him know of her husband's death, but no other letter had been sent between them. Mary always felt the sting of not having any aunts or uncles. She of all people who so much loved to be in the center of a crowd deprived of all kinds of relationships, and why she thought her uncle did not contact her. She couldnt quite understand this! Why hadnt her Uncle shown any interest in her or her mother when he was such a good friend as well as brother to her father. Mary now lived with their past neighbors, Mr. and Mrs.Crimple. They had accepted to take care of her after her mother had died. Mary had an outstanding imagination never a day passed which Mary was not cought in some kind of dream at one time of it or the other. She also had a thing for books. She adored the book ((Anne of Green Gables)) and as she had once told her mother: it makes me feel like a new person, Anne Shirley is exactly like me, she always does the things I would have done if I were in her shoes, and she loved the people I would have loved. I wish I could live like her! But that seems impossible. How can I live like her when I live in a big city? It must be wonderful to be fascinated by the smallest things in nature and to be able to love every thing. Avonlea must be the most beautiful place on earth. Dont you think so? But on the other hand I think I couldnt bear a life like hers, what do you think mother? No dont answer! I want to imagine that I could. Isnt it romantic when one could feel the spooks of being like another? Mary had grown up in Australia. Although she liked living in her new house she could not bear any insults to the land she grew up in. it seamed that somehow she had learned to care deeply for any place she had had the smallest memory of. If someone said something against the Australian government policy or even hinted any thing against Australians she would take it as a personal insult! This was really strange even to herself since in her life in Australia she had never felt at home. People were kind enough that was true but although she was born in that country every one treated her as a stranger. They all looked so unfriendly beyond their friendliness. Although she didnt know but her great love for Anne Shirley was the reason she felt that way. She copied every thing from the book no matter what and since she didnt have red hair, she had no choice but to make another excuse, unconsciously of course. This was one of the reasons of what happened to her all her life. As the narrator of Marys life I think we should start from the beginning, from the time Marys mother was still alive. It was midsummer, and it was a month since the Dean family had moved in the new house, in the village, Shadows Sling. Well you might be able to guess how exited Mary became when she heard the name of the village. She said to herself: this name is so beautiful, it makes me feel spooked. You know its like one of those stories that one loves so much but is too afraid to read, just incase one of the bad guys would come out and get you. Or that something bad might happen to the character you love best. But I hope that the village is not like its name. Because then I might be too afraid to walk in it or to love it as my own house. And that would be a shame. How can one live in a house and not know it as her home, I feel sorry for anyone who is in a situation like that. You know I think Ill like living in the village its better than living in Sydney with all those big towers. I admit the Chinese garden is worth looking at and the Wonderland zoo is worth going to and the Kangaroos are cute. But there isnt much to remind one of nature nothing to remind you there are lives very much more different than yours. I should admit though that the oprahouse enchants me and that the Sydney Bridge is bewildering. Also the other places in the country are beautiful and full of life take for example the out back or the Red Rock or but not there in Sydney. However I will miss my friends and our house in Villiers Street. But never mind, this is an adventure, I dont know about Anne Shirley but I sure like adventures. I am going to look in and out of every small hole in the village. And to find friends. Do you suppose there might be any chrysanthemums around here? She asked from no one in particular, for it was a habit of Mary Rose Dean to talk to her self. I always loved the name of that flower although I never have seen it. I hope it will be as beautiful as I wish; otherwise Ill loose one of my special interests. On the other hand I can easily imagine that Violets are chrysanthemums. I adore violets they are so charming, on the contrary they seem too weak for such a strong name as chrysanthemum, dont you think? And why should I take away a name which is so suitable for them. Violet! I wish my name was Violet! Then I could imagine my self soft and weak with the charming beauty of a real flower! The village was on the small side; well at least the main street was small and didnt have much to it. But the houses were too far apart from each other between every two house was a field or a farm. The village at one side ended to a small wood which the villagers knew as "The Jungle". Most of the people were farmers. There was only one shop and also a post office but nothing else. Mary's mother said that this was strange for a village in the 21st century. Even the smallest villages were better equipped than this one. But Mary was disappointed to see that there was plumbing the houses and those they didnt have to bring water from a well. She had always liked that about houses that she had seen on TV. There were some thing else about Mary that her mother greatly disapproved of and that was her love for television. Her mother had said that she was not going to buy a new TV for their new home and they had sold their old one. Mary had begged her mother to buy one .she had even promised her mother that she would only watch it an hour a week but her mother had not consented. I never thought this dream of mine would come true. I have always wondered what it would be like to run through the fields and look back and see that no one has stretched her arms to catch you just like Judy Abbot wanted to know in Daddy Long Legs * and then look in front of you and see that there is still space to run, to look around you and to see that all around you is fresh green grass. It makes me feel free from every bind in the world and I must admit that I love that feeling. *By Jane Webster The first day they had moved in went by quickly. Mary had spent the day making friends with things- no people though-. She even made friends with the brook in the farm. She had named it The Sand River of Fairies. This was because, when she sat next to it and closed her eyes, she could see the fairies singing and dancing at the other side of the brook. The river was alive to her, it was a good friend. She used to feel the green hedges when she went to school, it felt like making friends with the little people that lived in it.* Mary had spent a lot of time naming that place, and that was because. she didnt know!! Usually she found names very easily; she had learned to do so from her favorite book and she never had to think a second time about a name she chose. For example, she had not had that much trouble naming their house. She had chosen the name The white bride, and her mother had agreed to it. She told her mother This flower patch in front of the door, which doesnt let anybody pass, with the bridge on it, make a perfect bouquet and the windows at the back that reach to the ground are extremely like a brides vial, and the whiteness of the front and that it has no windows and no other flowers around it, is much like the brides dress. It is such a beautiful name that I dont think that even Anne Shirley could have found a better name. I wanted to name it Green Gables at first but then again dont you think living so much like a story would only take the fun out of life because there would be no bend in the road then and you would know whats going to happen, what you are going to decide, how you are going to act,, besides I dont see much green on this house anyway! She had enjoyed decorating her room. The curtains were red with some cream like color blended in it. Her desk was red also, and she had arranged all her childhood dolls in its glass protected shelves. On a small glass table next to her desk was her small mirror and nail polishes and her hair clips. Next to that was her small house door which she had had, since she was 3. The house had a red roof with a half door with a blue color at the front, at the right it had a bell and a trashcan and on the other side it had a water tap. At the back you could see a flower pot and a cupboard and a small chair. At the upper part of the room there were three cupboard doors two opened to her cloths closet and one to her books. She had decorated the cupboard doors with pictures. The doors to her cloths cupboard were decorated with the arm of her former school and a picture that she had drawn of a bird. The other door was decorated with photos. One was a picture of when she was a baby. Another of one of her friends and. On the side of her bedroom was her bed with a pink and yellow bedcover. And she had a red carpet on the floor. On her walls were pictures of her when she was 4 and 5. A picture of her class when she was in first grade and also an award she had won last year. She felt alive in the room. With so much red around her she felt as if the room loved her just like she loved it. But she dared not go further in dreaming. This was another Characteristic of Mary Rose Dean, she was afraid to dream *gotten from: Farzaneh khajoui some things. She didnt know why but sometimes while she was dreaming she knew exactly when to stop in order to keep the fear away from her. Because the scariest thing for her was fear alone. You may wonder whats wrong with being afraid but one of the scariest things in the world is to fear, its a great torture. Mary had read in one of Montgomerys books that: Fear is the original sin. Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that someone is afraid of something. It is a cold, slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear, and it is of all things degrading. She had read this passage in the book The Blue Castle and what a lovely book that had been. So, so, Montgomery like, that was all she could think of to describe it. It was two weeks after they moved in when Mary came home from a walk to the brook she called the sand River of fairies. She saw a man coming out of their house when she got home. She went strait to her mother, which was sitting on the couch holding her face in her hands. She signaled to her to sit down. Mary obeyed, but there was something in her mothers voice that made her nervous. Her mother said: I have something to tell you Mary but I want you to promise just to listen and not to cry because it makes it harder for me. Mary nodded I think you saw the man going outside right now. He was Dr. Barns. You know that I have not been feeling well this past few weeks, and the Dr. told me that I may not be with you for more than two more weeks, I will be taking a trip to your father and thats what makes me happy, but leaving you here alone without anyone to care for you, I might as well write a letter to your aunts, Ellie and Edie. Mary stood there bravely and listened to her mother. She had to keep her promise, no matter how hard it was to keep the tears back, her life was being ruined, it seemed like she wasnt going to live like Anne Shirley after all, it looked like she was living like Emily in Emily of new moon, she now understood how Emily had felt when she found out her father was dying but she couldnt think about these things right now, she could only think about her mother and what was going to become of her, Mary Rose Dean. Chapter two: The strange boy Mary learned how to cope with the news soon enough, she just decided not to think about what was going to happen. It was easier and it didnt make her get the creeps. One day Mary was running through her favorite field; she had never dared to go up the hill and look into the other side. She was afraid to see something ugly and she couldnt bear to get disappointed. But that day was different. She wanted to run and go to a place she didnt know! She needed something new, another thing to make friends with. Some thing that she would be able to talk to that hill had been her Lantern Hill for days but she was now tiered of it and wanted something new, not just new but new. But what she saw after she reached the top of the hill was amazing. Miles and miles of the land were covered with trees it was more than she could hope for. The trees were tall and strong; they surrounded the back side of the hill, starting just a small distance below to where she stood and separated the hill from what ever was on the other side of the forest. She could smell the trees, life and altogether happiness in this world. It was like she had stepped out of a world and put her foot down again and seen her self in another. Was this what she was scared of? It was magic she was sure! How could such a place exist? Away from troubles, fears from the future and away from anything that made her feel ashamed. She suddenly began to say allowed another one of the passages in The Blue Castle aloud, unaware that somewhere down bellow among the trees someone was listening: The woods are so human that to know them one must live with them. An occasional saunter through them keeping to the well-trodden paths will never admit us to their intimacy. If we wish to be friends we must seek them out and win them by frequent, reverent visits at all hours; by morning, by noon and by night; and at all seasons, in spring, in summer, in autumn, in winter. Other wise we can never impose on them. They have their own effective way of keeping aliens at a distance and shutting their hearts to mere casual sightseers. It is of no use to seek the woods from any motive except sheer love of them; they will find us out at once and hide all their sweet, old world secrets from us. But if they know we come to them because we love them they will be very kind to us and give us such treasures of beauty and delight as are not bought or sold in any market-place She had a magical voice and a very good ability in reading. When she read something you would think that she was the one who thought it all up. She had memorized this paragraph two days ago, so true it was and she intended to do as it said. To make friends with the trees. Mary tried to decide weather to go in the forest or not. But she decided to leave it for the next day. She couldnt bear anymore excitement it was enough for one day. What if she opened her eyes and found herself in her room imagining all this. She sat there and looked. What a big family she thought, look at all of them. I guess that tree over there is the grandmother. Mary hadnt seen her grandmother, she had always regretted it. But now she could imagine herself one of the trees with her uncles and aunts and the two of the biggest ones for her grandmother and her grandfather. She named her grandmother Mary Gold, she had read the name in one of Montgomerys books and she had loved it, that book had been the first and last book which she had disliked from the books by L.M. Montgomery but that didnt make her dislike the name. Every time she spoke the name she felt a wonderful shiver go down her spine. She named her grandfather Ulrike! It was a name of great powers, and it sounded a bit devilish and she thought that it was a tradition that grandfathers should be devilish just like grandmothers should be like angles! And her grandfather had to be the most powerful of all trees. She had an aunt named Sullen and another named Mina, her Uncles were Ford and Rhett. She talked to them while she watched them from up of the hill. Oh my god! I really think that Anne Shirley needs to see this. Then she jumped up! Why not? I can have an imaginary friend, dont you think? Just like Mary Gold. And this jungle is going to be my hide out. With my family and Anne in it! From then on Mary went to the hill often; she had decided not to go in the forest yet. She told her mother abut it that day. "Mother its amazing. When you go up there then you can see every thing in a different way. Things seem so small; you put your worries down on the ground below and you leave it there to pick it up when you come back down. And youre scared to go down from the hill just incase they will come down and go into youre heart again. She looked at her mothers face. She couldnt believe that she would not be seeing this face for more than two weeks to come. She turned around to hide her tears. Today Ill go through the forest! she told herself and went down the hill. She went through the trees. She got to her Aunt Sullen and stopped to talk to her. Sullen was a short tree that was about 10 feet tall. Mary told her that her mother was still well and there wasnt anything to worry about, then she hugged her and left. Then she went to her Aunt Mina. Aunt Mina was a great beauty for a tree, she had branches stretched out and was strong, and she swayed from side to side as the wind blew just as if she wanted to pat her on the face. Mary thought she could lean on her and never worry again. She gave her aunt a kiss on the trunk as she left. She only stopped to say hello to her uncles, the twins, who were nearly three times as high as Sullen. There was an odd tree on the way she didnt know if it was a tree or a bunch of trees? But she was mesmerized by the beauty! Eight tree trunks came up from the ground in a circle each about 10 feet and then they were covered with leaves (no branches) and went up and joined each other at the top. Inside there was a tree log very good to sit on. Mary decided it was okay to copy from a book again she called the inside of it Silver Bush and the outside Eight Trees. The forest was too dark. She stumbled as she went through the woods. After a long time which she guessed was about an hour she got to a place that had no trees! She could see her grandfather and grandmother nearby. Oh! she said aloud. There were the cut trunks of trees here and there and a small brook went buy. She sat on one of the trunks and began to talk to herself. What do you think Mary? Isnt this place beautiful? I can run around this place all day. She stood up and put her hands together, how could a place like this exist, far from any one alive, away from any living soul. What should I name it? The The...The heart of tree prisons! No thats too long. I long to name it Mistawis but I better start making names of my own. Its a shame of me copying so. How about Trees Heart? Magnificent! She heard a voice say. She turned around and saw a young boy about her age coming out of the trees. He was smiling. Im sorry, she said embarrassed. I didnt think anyone would be here. Im the only one who knows about this place! Well, except for my father. Dont worry! And I must say that the name Trees Heart is perfect for this place. I once tried to name here but I couldnt find anything better than bush hollow. On the other hand Trees Heart has a perfect sense of life in it. You know my father is planning to plant a whole bed of chrysanthemums in it. Really? Im glad Ive always loved chrysanthemums. The boy laughed, Me too. By the way seems youve read The Blue Castle too much, though I wouldnt mind reading it a hundred times my self. There was amusement in his eyes. He had brown eyes, curly hair, he reminded her of some one but she didnt know who. She was so relieved that he hadnt mentioned her talking to herself that she didnt stop to think about it. But she was touched by finding out that he too had read The Blue Castle. What are you doing here anyway? He asked. He wasnt blinking. It was like he was judging her. He kept looking her up and down and then concentrating on her eyes. Then a smile came on his lips and Mary guessed that he had decided that she was fair enough to make friends with. I came here to see my grandmother! Mary said and then realized she shouldnt have said that because there probably wasnt a real grandmother anywhere around there! It was so strange that she wasnt able to lie to those eyes which were judging her carefully. She was probably right about making a mistake because she saw the surprise in the boys eyes, and she blushed because she didnt know how to explain. Well thats a surprise, I thought were the only people who live around here- well except for the Dean family who have just moved in their new house, but I dont think they have any old person between them. Mary blushed even more and then explained about her dreams. The boy looked at her with great interest while she was explaining, and when she finished and looked at him she saw he wasnt laughing; in fact he was looking serious. Will you please introduce me to youre grandmother and grandfather? He said with plead. Sure she laughed with genuine delight, she liked this boy! He was surely a kindred spirit. Hello Grandma she said when they reached the great apple tree. This is my friend. She looked at the boy who was bowing! Great to meat you Miss. Mary Gold! I find your home quit lovely. Then he turned to Mary and said I think shes asking us to take an apple or too, what do you think? What ever you say! Said Mary with a laugh and then started to go up the tree. I cant reach the good ones! she said with a gasp. She sat down on one of the branches. She had never been good at climbing trees, in fact she had never climbed a tree, and it was a surprise that she was so good at it. Allow me, the boy said with a laugh. He must have bean used to climbing trees because he went up like a monkey and when he came down to sit next to Mary on one of the tree branches he had two apples in his hand. Mary was looking from the branch she was sitting on over all the trees, she had suddenly felt sad. She wished for her mother to be with her at that moment. What is it? asked the boy when he tried to sit in a more comfortable position. Mary hesitated for a moment and then decided it was ok, to tell him. So she told him every thing about her mother. The boy listened carefully with great sympathy. At last he said I understand, my mother has died too, when I was a child, I know how you feel. I myself thought that the world would end! Well what do you know, its getting late, and you better go! Theyll be worried for you. They climbed down and when he disappeared in the trees, Mary remembered she hadnt asked his name. On the other hand the boy thought to himself that Mary reminded him of someone, he didnt know who! Mary stumbled badly as she went through the forest now; the friendly forest which was dim with shadows a few hours ago was now full of ghosts and evil spirits to Mary. She didnt dare look back or left or right, in fact she was even afraid to look forward. The hourly walk that she hadnt noticed while she went through the forest now seemed hundreds. It seemed as if she was walking an endless trial. She then began to run. It was real scary! Then she remembered some one saying fear is the original sin She began to walk calmly again. When Mary got out of the Magic Forest and looked bake over her shoulder she saw the sun setting. She shivered. Slowly the sun disappeared and left only a dusk of orange on the trees. It was like the trees were bleeding, they were crying as the sun went down behind them. She remembered another passage: 'All the tinting of winter woods are extremely delicate and elusive, When the brief afternoon wanes and the sun just touches the tops of the hills, there seems to be all over the woods an abundance, not of color, but of the spirit of color. There is really nothing but pure white after all, but one has the impression of fairy-like blending of rose and violet, opal and heliotrope on the slopes--in the dingles and along the curves of the forest-land. You feel sure the tint is there, but when you look at it directly it is gone. From the corner of your eye you are aware that it is lurking over yonder in a spot where there was nothing but pale purity a moment ago. Only just when the sun is setting is there a fleeting moment of real color. Then the redness streams out over the snow and incarnadines the hills and rivers and smites the crest of the pines with flame. Just a few minutes of transfiguration and revelation--and it is gone.' The sky was red and orange and yellow, Mary was suddenly drowned in her sorrows. Maybe someday not far away, she too would bleed and cry like the trees cried for the sun. She kept crying and then she with hard pressure turned around and ran crying back home. Chapter three: Changes Two weeks went by, two weeks in which were happy and sad at the same time, for it was the last days Mary would be seeing her mother. But nothing happened at the end of the two weeks Mary had half expected her mother to drop dead at the end of them but even three weeks passed, true mother was weaker but she was still there Mary was beginning to hope but Mary went to the forest again and again but she never saw the strange boy. She wondered if she had imagined him. Maybe! She thought to her self, too bad I cant make any difference between dreams and reality. But he had said he lived nearby. Well maybe hed gone on vacation or something. Mother had received an answer from her sisters that said Dear Emily, we are sorry to tell you this but unfortunately we will only be able to take care of Halley during summers, because there are no schools here and Edie and I go to Boston to teach, as we have no house of our own in Boston, I hope you can find another home for her to live in during the other seasons. Love, Ellie. Who is Halley? Mary wondered, Why hadnt she seen her Aunts and not even heard of Edie and Ellie? Did she have any uncles? She asked all these questions from her mother. Her mothers soft answer was: I knew I would have to explain all this to you someday, but I didnt expect it to be so soon. (Some parts from the book Magic for Marigold) you see before you were born, we-your father and I had decided to name you Mary Rose if you were a girl and if a boy we would name you Roy. Well your father didnt live long enough to see you, he went on the same trip I will be going in a few days, anyway when you were born your aunts and uncle came to our house to see you. Edwards and Edie were so proud and so was Emma, they came and in the most terrible way your uncle Edwards said that you were to be named Halley! Well I didnt like that name one bit, neither did Ellie but she didnt dare say anything against it. I said that I had already chosen a name for you and that you were to be named Mary Rose, and so they all just abandoned me, and I am sure in the whole time you will be spending there you will never see your Uncle Edward or Aunt Emma you can be sure of that. Except maybe once or twice and the famous uncle may order every body to call you Halley, - the old hog-as it seems that he already has. I didnt think he would let your aunts take care of you any way so I talked to Mrs. Crimple and she said she would be glad to take care of you during the school year but could not take care of you during summers, I was really concerned about what I should do but thank heavens that now every thing is settled. Mary was glad to live with the Crimples during the school year. It would have bean terrible to leave that beautiful village with so little but so fine memories and with so much in common with Avonlea. Although she would not be seeing Mr. Crimple much because he was a sea captain and often was at sea and Mrs. Crimple was old and very kind. Mrs. Crimple had gray hair and was fat and had green eyes, and was very strict about being polite but at least she had a kind heart. She often invited Mary for tea and each time had told her about when she was a child. She somehow reminded Mary of Mrs. Lined and Merilla, she was strict and firm but also very meddlesome. One day when Mary came down from her room in the morning, she saw Mrs. Crimple crying in the living room, with her mother lying before her with a smile on her face. Could her mother be? She ran downstairs. Mrs. Crimple She said in such a small voice that Mrs. Crimple could hardly hear. But Mrs. Crimple only hugged her and cried and said that Mary could never see her mother again. She pulled herself out of Mrs. Crimples grasp and ran, through the fields and to the Magic forest and to her grandmother, and then she said with a small voice, Grandma, youve lost your daughter. Then had cried endlessly. Again unaware of the pitying eyes that watched her. Chapter four: The Ringroad The funeral went by, Mary could never remember what happened in the next few days but she always knew that she had never experienced any thing more terrible. She had managed to hold her head high among the people who came. Sometimes she lost control of her self and cried. She looked lost. But she managed to leave it all behind. It is not tolerable for brave people that every one would know of their weakness so I think its better to leave Marys feelings at that time untold and unsaid and leave it to be forgotten. Lets just say that she finally understood the importance of the sentence, The sun will keep rising and setting weather you are happy or not. Mrs. Crimple had moved to The White Bride and sold her own house. She had closed the door to Marys mothers room. She had thought that Mary might want to go to it some time or the other. Mary was very thankful. Mary had taken on going on a discovery for a road to have, like the endless road in Anne of Green Gables. Just like Barney had said in The Blue Castle, we dont know where were going but isnt it fun to go? One day she finally found it, but what she found on it made her name it the Ringroad.. She was in no mood for road hunting on that particular day she just took the wrong turn on the fork of the road which lead home. She was so lost in thought so lost to everything about her. She had just read Emma by Jane Austin and was thinking about what she had read. It was pretty amazing to her actually that she had managed to guess what was to happen in the story all along. The novel did not seem to be deficient there fore she was beginning to suspect some kind of power in herself. This was her state of mind when she suddenly tripped and fell. It was then that she saw a wring in the grass in front of her. She looked about, there was not a sign of any one about. She sat thinking for a while, what should she do with it? She thought maybe she should take it with her and try to find who it belonged to? Then again who knows maybe the one that lost it would come back and be able to find it just as easily herself. Who could it belong to? All sorts of stories presented themselves to her mind. In the end she decided to leave it where it was, she wished she could do something to mark the spot but she had nothing with her and anything of nature that she could think of using only hid the ring more effectively. So the ring was left to be found by the next person to happen to see it years later one would find it one who would not be unaware that 6 years ago a girl had come across a ring on that very road! Chapter five: School Mary was 13 and in 6th grade. She had promised her self to be first in every class and that was for 3 reasons. 1) To win the Shadows Sling scholar ship. 2) To be like Anne Shirley. 3) To make her mother proud. She was wearing her new dress and her hair was dressed in a very pretty fashion. At that time puffed sleeves werent fashionable anymore (actually dresses weren't too fashionable either) but Mary still had a desire of wearing them just to see how it felt like. She had asked Mrs. Crimple Cant it have puffed sleeves I dont care what every body ells thinks about what I wear, honest, I just want to know how it feels to have a dress with puffed sleeves. But Mrs. Crimple had said that if Mary didnt care about her appearance she did. She wasnt going to let every body think that she was dressing Mary with her own childhood cloths or her great grandmothers for that matter. There was no Lovers lane to go to school on but the road was surrounded by beautiful trees but between the gaps in the tree walls Mary could see a dim figure of a house and then she suddenly began to say things to herself to herself: Between the bars that surround my path, between the trees which dont let me pass; there high on the hill lays the dark lonely house of old Mrs. Blythe. So lonely so dim, so far away; the trees on my path dont know her today, no one should see or nor should hear the cries that come from the gray old made who lives in that house and, oh how sad is the old lonely house of old Mrs. Blythe oh how poor today is the old lonely house of old Mrs. Blythe, now to my friend I say today that here is the one to say, here on the other side of trees is a heart that knows the way to bring you back to life one day! Well, that was the best I could say! said Mary, I am sure that Anne Shirley would know how to say something better but unfortunately I dont have her talent. And sorry I am because of it. I'll never be more than a simple novel writer thats for sure! But I should say that that house should have a name and its name should be Fotheringay. I dont remember where I read that name but it has always thrilled me, and it seams perfect for a house like that! But she didnt see the face that nodded behind a tree with pleasure and delight who murmured to himself Why didnt I think of that? As I read in Jane of Lantern Hill This girl really knows her onions! It was a boy with brown curly hair! She made lots of friends. Girls came to talk to her out of curiosity and liked her and stayed. But the girl she liked most was Jane Haynes who was a beautiful black haired girl with dark black eyes. She told Mrs. Crimple latter on Jane is my dearest friend and as Anne Shirley would have said my bosom friend. And definitely a Kindred spirit! Jane told her that Mary was not the only new student but Gilbert Blithe and Paul Franks were also new 6th graders; they used to go to privet school but came here because the school closed. Gilbert Blythe!! Mary could not believe her ears! Could it be the same Gilbert? Then she got the surprise of her life, no wonder he looked familiar. She had imagined him while she read the story Anne of Green Gables, With dark brown eyes and dark brown hair and handsome and he also stared into your eyes when he spoke! He was the forest boy, the magic boy. He also acted like Gilbert teasing girls and being the best in every class as Mary found out latter on. Mary asked Jane How come his last name is Blythe? Well, said Jane you know Gils grandfather from his fathers side, was not called Blythe, but Rogers; Fillip Rogers and his brother always hated their last names so Fillip changed his last name to Blythe, which some people say he found in a story book! He named his children from that book too. His brother too changed his name but no one knows what he chose for his name because he left for a foreign country and then was killed in the war. People say its stupid to do so but Mr. Blythe and his brother never listened! Some people still call them Rogers though. When Mary stepped in class she found out from Gilbert himself, which was talking to Paul Franks, - the new student -that he also wanted to study for the Shadows Sling scholar ship. Mary, Gilbert, Paul and Miss Gregory the teacher stood in front of the class. After Miss Gregory long speech she called Mary to her desk. Mary looked at Gilbert for a second and saw him wink at her. At the same moment Kelsey Miller was trying to get Gilberts attention and Clay Freeman was pulling Terri Brinholtzs hair and Simon Walters was looking around like an idiot. Also Diana Ray looked at her as if she was ready to attack. But Mary didnt see any thing of these, because she was looking strait at a blond haired lady with dark blue eyes, which was their teacher. Miss Gregory asked her name and Marys so called short answer was My name is Mary Rose Dean, but I would appreciate it if you would please call me Mary and would you kindly honor me by not calling me Mary Rose. My mother was the only one who called me that and I do not want any other person doing so. By the way, where am I going to sit? The teacher was looking at her as if she had said something terrible, and Gilbert and Paul were sniggering, and Jane was only smiling nervously in her seat. Some students were looking blankly at her; they didnt understand this new girls British accent at all! Mrs. Gregory said, Well miss Dean, I guess you are a great talker but you need to zip your mouth shut in the class. I know that people in your country are allowed to be rude but not here. I want you to know that talking in class except for when you are asking questions from me or answering mine is forbidden and you are not to talk to anybody else in any other circumstance when you are in my class, understood? Mary nodded, and at the same moment thought that this teacher was even worse than Mr. Fillips Anne Shirleys teacher. You are to sit next to Jane Haynes was Miss Gregory last remark! Gilbert and Paul were seated in a similar fashion, although Miss Gregory acted more polite towards Gilbert! When Miss Gregory went to the back of the class to talk to Amy Floyd, Paul leaned forward and said in a tone that no one could hear, Hey kanga I bet you can jump well. Being from a place youre from. But I bet you can never again jump over the teacher like you did today. Mary suddenly flashed, she nearly cried but controlled herself, he just shouldnt have acted like that; Gilbert should. This would ruin her dreams. No she would not let that happen. Mary stood up and her hand landed on the poor boys face. How dare you? said Mary in an angry tone, what are you doing? asked Miss Gregory at the same time. Suddenly all Marys anger turned into fright! She had gone and done it she knew the consequence did she not? She hadnt had read about Anne Shirley to go about doing her mistakes all over again This is not a proper way for a young lady to act and you will know that well Miss. Dean, when you are whipped probably. Come in front of the class now. Marys eyes suddenly stopped shining and Pauls face was happy with joy and Gilbert was now looking puzzled. What should he do? He could easily let Mary be punished or could he do anything to stop it? He thought that it wasnt really his fault and that if Mary was punished because of Paul and he hadnt done anything about it he could not forgive himself but to tell on Paul was out of the question. Meanwhile Marys face had turned white, was she, Mary Rose Dean going to be whipped? Gilbert made up his mind when their eyes met when she had turned to see a comforting look in Jane. Mary walked slowly up the aisle to her teachers desk, she could not think every thing had escaped her mind except the thought of being whipped she said in a frightened voice, I am so sorry Miss Gregory but I really couldnt control myself. Miss Gregorys reply was well as your teacher I think that I should teach you how to do so. But before Miss Gregory could pick up her wiping stick, in everyones amazement, Gilbert Blythe stood up, walked forward and stood right in front of Mary! Miss Gregory I am terribly sorry for this mistake, but I think there has been a small mix up. You see, I was responsible for Miss. Deans behavior towards Paul so she had a right to act like that. And so, may I ask you to show much kindness to forgive me and this young lady if we dont do this again, or would you rather punish me instead? Paul suddenly looked as if he had bean slapped in the face! Well Mr. Blythe, since youre so fond of helping this wicked young lady, you may have half of her punishment. Both of you will be wiped and will remain after class. Gilberts firm but polite and also very gentlemanlike words had made Marys heart start pounding. This was something new. She didnt want to like Gilbert so soon she now wanted to act like Anne but Gilbert had changed everything and in her amazement she wasnt totally disappointed. Then she remembered that she was going to get whipped and her heart started pounding again. But suddenly she remembered Fear is the original sin. Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that someone is afraid of something. It is a cold, slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear, and it is of all things degrading. . Gilbert was the first one to go through his punishment; he took his wiping bravely looking at Mary, smiling and trying to give her confidence. He didnt know what would Mary do afterwards if she cried in front of the whole class, he knew that boys usually teased girls and he could tell from Marys expression that she was a person who couldnt bear them doing so. But suddenly he saw a change in her look a sudden stiffness, kind of like a resolution of some sort He did not know what he had done or if it was at all his doing When it was Marys turn she had exactly figured out what to do. Suddenly she stared at Miss Gregory and then began to laugh after she took her wiping! Miss Gregory thought she was trying to insult her and as a result she gave them twice as much punishment that afternoon and also said that they should write an essay over being polite every day for the whole week. After class when they were writing their punishment, Gilbert asked Mary, why on earth did you laugh for? I thought you would cry, like every other girl dose or if you didnt I expected you to just you know...I just didnt expect I must admit you did shock every one so! I dont think Ill forget this day ever! Marys answer was If you must know, I was imagining what Mrs. Gregory would do if she found out about my grandmother. I wanted to take my mind off of the punishment and to help my self bear what was going to happen since I hate to cry in front of people and so you saw the results. Suddenly Gilbert burst out laughing, he laughed so hard that Mary thought that he would faint from laughter. It seemed a bit odd to her, her unstoppable laughter was a result of resolution but he who had no secret motive to explain for him strange strange indeed what she did not suspect was that he was really laughing at what she was doing but she still took the laughter good naturedly. But it seemed that his laughter was contagious she started laughing too, they laughed, so hard their faces went red. Then when Gilbert tried to defend what Paul had done saying that it was a habit of them picking on new students and that she shouldnt blame poor Paul for what he did, Mary yelled at him and left. Later on Mary thought about what she had done and she was sorry. Gilbert was only trying to help. He hadnt had any bad intention. However, Mary thought, I will not be the one who apologizes. When she got home Mrs. Crimple came up to talk to her. You know Mary I know exactly what happened today I heard it from Kelsey Tippens, she told me every thing, it was very nice of Gilbert to sacrifice himself, just like his uncle that boy is. They were sitting up in Marys room. Yes it was quit nice of him But there was coldness in her voice that even Mrs. Crimple couldnt help feeling. But what she did care about was the mentioning about Gilberts uncle she really wanted to know about him and his brother but she decided to ask Mrs. Crimple about them latter on. I didnt think you so proud Mary! I'm disappointed in you! How could you slap that poor boy so? You are actually proud of your looks and even proud of your country! Not that you shouldnt be but ... No, dont argue with me, you proved it today by your action. But if you promise not to be like that, I will forgive you. I am sure though, that you will not be seeing Miss Gregory for long. As I know Gilberts father, I know he will do something against this woman to the school board and she will not probably be your teacher for long. Chapter Six: Snow Storm The next week Mary gave a full account of what had happened to her in school to Mrs. Crimple. Mrs. Crimple had bean talking endlessly about what had happened between Susan Brown and Patrick Clayton. Youd think their still young! Patrick must be about 30! Imagine Susan wanting to wear a white gown in the wedding. Only young brides do that, it would have bean much more sensible if she had chosen another color like blue or maybe brown but white, and imagine that Patrick said she didnt need a vial. That man must be crazy! I am so glad that Susan had enough sense to argue with him. I am sure that Brittney Floyd hadnt bean married sooner she would have made her her brides made. You know she was Brittneys brides made, and such a fine wedding that was! I cant forget. Everything was perfect, well except for the brides mother, she cried so hard I thought she would faint, youd think she was in her girls funeral instead of her wedding but I guess it was just because she loved her daughter so much poor Rebecca, god rest her soul. When finally Mary found a chance to speak she said: You know what Mrs. Crimple I dont think Diana Ray likes me at all she is most likely someone like Josie Pie in Anne of Green Gables you know I dont think I can ever like her. But Mrs. Crimple said: Well the Ray family doesnt usually trust people as quickly as every body ells so I think thats why she acts like that, why I remember once Dianas father searched all through his wifes closet because he thought that she had taken his watch and sold it to buy herself a new dress and do you know what made him think such nonsense? Because his wife hadnt asked him to give her any money and HE was sure that his wife didnt have any money of her own to buy such stuff unaware that she had bean saving money for ages to buy that dress. And then it turned out that hed taken it to a shop to have it fixed and had forgotten all about it, isnt it just like what only a man would do? Mary laughed for Mrs. Crimple reminded her of Miss. Cornelia. But why should she hate me? Au well we cant have every one liking us. But I truly hate Simon Walters he is so gross and so stupid, I mean I want to throw up even by looking at him. Well hes just like his father said Mrs. Crimple. She told her about Mr. Bryan Walters and how he used to act. Mrs. Crimple was right Miss Gregory had made her good bye speech in the next week, during which Gilbert and Mary although they didnt talk or look at each other- couldnt stop laughing because when they looked at her they would suddenly remember her angry about Grandma Mary Gold. One day when Mary went to Trees Heart, suddenly Gilbert came in from the other side. Mary quickly turned around and left, she could here Gilbert calling her name from behind. But she didnt care, she was not going to loose a chance of being able to act like Anne Shirley so soon. But she really felt sorry about it the next day, what had Gilbert done to her to deserve such attitude? He had just tried to help her, why did it matter that he liked Paul? Well it was too late to turn back now! But As for Paul Mary never even thought of him. He had bean plane rude and he was proud as a peacock and she hated him, absolutely hated him. Who gave that boy permission to act like that? He wasnt even smart to say he had some good in him. Mary was as happy as ever now. Every one was, because their new teacher was terrific. Their teacher was called Miss Lawrence. She had pretty green eyes, brown hair, and she was tall and her eyes looked as if she wanted to do something really naughty at any moment. In school Mary and Gilbert always tied on every subject as first. They both tried very hard but still their scores would be the same. Mary was furious she told Mrs. Crimple: I am going to go crazy. This is really stupid, why on earth should we tie all the time. I dont like it this way. I bet he dose that on purpose! Just to annoy me. But how could he? He couldnt know how much I have answered could he? Maybe... thats silly but it sure is interesting. Maybe, just Maybe we are twins and we dont know it? Its possible isnt it? Well I guess not because I dont see anything similar in us and Gils mother died when he was a child while my mother was alive until You know Mary said Mrs. Crimple sometimes people are really similar although they may have no relationship; that boy really takes after his uncle, that one does! I remember Fred being just as smartcome to think of it you sometimes remind me of What? asked Mary very exited she just loved mysteries and here was one all she had to do was to pounce on it. I dont think I should tell you because sometimes saying things may make them true and who knows maybe if this is true you may gain and loose many things I dont think I should be the one to say this, no, no, not me, I am not going to put myself in this. Mary begged and pleaded but it was of no use. However lets get back to the tying business. Miss Lawrence laughed at the situation This is because you both try hard but in the same rate so neither of you win. She told Mary. Days past and everyone was happy in those months. Gilbert hadnt tried to apologize to Mary again; he had figured out soon enough that she wouldnt accept. He had already seen the resemblance between her and Anne Shirley in Anne of Green Gables. Never the less he thought that he would have had a great time if he did apologize. What he did not know was that when you are dealing with these kind of people the best thing to do is start a conversation without noticing that there has bean a fight, usually this will make them come round to forgive you for what youve done but apologizing even for hundreds of times could not have a good effect it may even make things worse. Mary was also sorry for not apologizing and not accepting his apology but it was too late, she didnt have any reason to do so now. Mary had a nice circle of friends however putting Gilbert out of it. And she liked them all very much. But she also had a lot of enemies. Some of the students like Diana didnt like her because she was from another country and some out of jealousy. These people always hinted that she was a foreigner and there fore not acceptable. One day Mary had to go home early, she and Mrs. Crimple had planned on going to town to buy a few things. She was in the middle of the way when a terrible snowstorm started snow came from everywhere. She couldnt see any thing. All she could feel was the cold. Mary walked hardly through the road, she kept on walking. It had bean a shiny and worm day at first so they hadnt brought any coats and Marys feat were getting weak her eyes didnt see very well but she kept walking bravely. She looked for shelter but she was in the middle of Mr. Rogerss (cousin of Gilberts father) field and there was a mile from any shelter she could think of. After a few minutes she fell to the ground she tried to get up but her limbs were numb from the cold she couldnt feel her feet she tried to keep herself awake she had read to many stories to know that you should not sleep in the cold At school every one looked outside as the first traces of snow began to fall down. And they all shrieked with joy! Gilbert watched too, anyone who could see his face could notice that he was worried. Jane too was watching. Mary had left ten minutes ago and they both knew that she would be far from shelter by then. Gilbert raised his hand suddenly. Mrs. Lawrence who was explaining a math problem looked up. Yes, Gilbert do you have a problem concerning this question? No Miss. But Mary Dean has just left and a terrible snow storm will start in a few minutes may I please be excused to go after her? Well if there is a terrible snow storm to come then it is dangerous for you to go outside too. Lets hope that she would reach shelter by then. But shell probably be far away from anyplace. Gilbert said. Mrs. Lawrence frowned she knew that he was saying the truth and she knew that Mary would not stand a chance when the storm started. But what if they both get caught in the storm. She could call somewhere and see if someone could go after herbut she remembered that the telephone line was down. Maybe if Paul and Jane go with him then theyll stand a better chance. But what could three children do? Jane and Paul and Gilbert found Mary on the ground in the road that went through Mr. Rogerss field. Gilbert lifted her. Is she all right Jane asked nervously. Mary was looking very pale and her hands were as cold as ice. I hope so; I think shes just unconscious because of the cold. However if we hadnt found Who knows?" Where are we going to go? We are too far from any were? Jane said thoughtfully. Gilbert smiled at Paul Hide out! he said. A grin appeared on Pauls face. When Mary woke up she was lying down on a sofa and didnt know where she was. The room was dark. There was only the light from the lamp on the table that lit up the room. There was a damp smell in the room. She could see Geometry books on the floor lying on a round carpet. There was a small table at the corner of the room with some more books on it. Suddenly she saw two shadows coming closer, and then she saw Gilbert and Jane come in from the door, she tried to sit down she would not lie down before Gilbert Blythe, but a strong hand stopped her, it was Paul. He smiled at her and said Dont stand up yet. Wait until you have your strength back. She turned suddenly not wanting to look at Paul. But Paul had done the trick needed and she would speak to him from now on all he had to do was to persuade her by talking first. What happened? She asked Jane carefully not looking at Gilbert. Jane answered Well after the storm started Gilbert insisted in coming after you, because he knew you will be caught in the snow so he asked Miss Lawrence, but she said another one of the students had to go with him, so Paul and I came. We found you in the snow and brought you here. We were so frightened you know we couldnt get a Doctor because the storm was too heavy. Gilbert went to sit on a chair near the window. Where are we any way? Mary asked. This is our hide out. Gilbert and I found it three years ago. No one lived in it so we cleaned it out and painted it and brought some stuff we thought we will need. We used this place to study or to play in or talk. Promised not to let anyone else know where it is. But today was an emergency. You guys have to promise not to tell about it to anyone. But I think that you will be free to come here any time from now. What do you think Gill? Gilbert turned around and smiled. Sure any time. And you girls can have the side bedroom to yourselves. The house has three bedrooms and Paul and I are using two of them. But the third is empty. We painted it as well just incase we wanted to use it. I think youll like it. Well show you around when the storms over. Mary was cold. The house didnt have any kind of air conditioning system she only had Gilberts overcoat on her. Gilbert had managed to keep himself from looking at Mary because he could imagine her reaction. But he sat on his chair looking out of the window, thinking, his back turned on the others. Mary looked at the end of his head which stuck out from behind the chair, got up and walked to the couch, knelt down in front of it, before Gilbert. She tied her hands together with her fingers and said with tears in her eyes: Gilbert, I'm sorry, just call me kanga (from Anne of Green Gables) and forgive me! I promise not to behave like that again. Im sorry for getting angry like that and I really thank you for coming after me. Now you may think this is not at all a good apology but you should have in mind that Mary had not had enough time to consider what she said properly. Stand up me lady Said Gilbert laughing. You have bean forgiven, but princes will you forgive me? (Mary realized how she loved to be called princess.) The storm stopped and Gilbert and Paul took them on a tour around the hiding place. There was a small kitchen at the side of the house. And Pauls room was next to it. I cant stand being hungry for too long! He said laughing. The room was in a big mess. There were books all over the place. There was an untidy bed at the side and a desk at the corner of the room. The walls were white. It didnt have a proper design at all. The girls looked at it in dismay; they both vowed to them selves that they would clean it as soon as possible, what ever Paul would say. On the other hand Gilberts room was the tidiest place Mary had ever seen. The walls were painted in pale blue; the carpet was blue and clean. On the wall was a picture of Gilbert as a child. His bed and bed cloth were also blue. There was also a blue desk at the corner of the room. The room looked very much like Marys with the exception of the color and that there were no toys in sight. I made the room identical to my room at home so I would feel at home here also. He said proudly. Then they took them to the room they were to share with each other if they decided to come to the hide out from time to time. The walls were painted in a beautiful cream color and there was a cream carpet on the floor. But for the rest the room was empty. We might need to build two desks for you and youll probably need a closet but I dont think youll want anything ells. Paul had said that with a smile. Now lets go home before they worry about us. They enjoyed opening their way home between the snows they joked and talked. Non of them felt the cold around them but Mary who was still a little week so Gilbert made her put on his over coat and Paul fetched her his scarf from his room. They were a couple of happy friends from then. Mrs. Crimple was practically hysterical; she hugged Mary. "Oh my darling. I'm so sorry! It was all my fault I shouldnt have asked you to come early. What would I do if anything happened to you thank God you're ok!" Chapter seven: The worst day of school The day after the storm every one was surprised to see Mary Dean talking to Gilbert Blythe on the way to school. Kelsey Miller saw them too. She was stunned. How did that Kanga girl allow her self to steal her beloved Gilberts heart so easily while she Kelsey Miller the prettiest girl in school couldnt do so. Shell show them. At reassess Kelsey took out her pen. This was the pen her uncle had bought her from Egypt and every one knew that it was hers. She looked around carefully no one was there. What other useful tool did she have? She looked in her bag and saw her notebook. It had her name on it and it was brand new. Also she took out her ring from her finger and placed it in her pocket. Mary, Jane, Gilbert and Paul were sitting on the grass laughing about what Mary was saying about the aborigines in Australia. Then there was a cry from the school yard. It was Kelsey Miller. Every one gathered around her. She was subbing bitterly. Whats the matter? Paul asked. My pen and my notebook and my ring they are all gone! I looked for them every where but I couldnt find them? Are you sure you brought it to school? Jane said concerned. Of coarse I am. Didnt you see them Amy? Amy nodded. Well youll probably find them. Why dont you put a note on the wall so that any one who would find it would bring it to you? Mary had said that in a sad voice. She hated it when things that you loved most were lost. And she understood Kelsey. Every one agreed that that was the best idea. So Amy put up the sign and then they all went to there seats. But Kelsey said : No someone must have taken them on purpose I couldnt loose three things so different and so dear to me so easily I'll tell Miss Lawrence she'd know what to do. Suddenly three voices were heard to gasp at the same time. Mary, Paul and Jane were looking in their bags in amazement. Mary was the first one to recover from the shock and she said Is this your pen Kelsey? Kelsey nodded in what seamed like a surprised fashion. Then Paul looked up and said And heres your ring I think? Paul took out a shining ring out of his bag. And then at last Jane looked up and said Here, this must be your notebook. Every one looked at them in surprise. How did it get in your bags? Amy said at last. All three of them shrugged. Then Simon Walters spoke up They must have taken it themselves and then finding out that they couldnt get away with it they showed every thing in a way that we would believe they were innocent. They all looked at each other in surprise. And finally Kelsey began to talk, I think Simon is right things dont have feet you know. Then Mrs. Lawrence came in and asked for explanation about what was going on and when she heard every thing she asked Mary, Paul and Jane if they had anything to say to defend themselves. Paul finally decided to speak up, Maam we were with Gilbert the whole time he can tell you that we didnt do it. Yes maam they were with me the whole time. Said Gilbert, And I didnt see them do any thing wrong. But he is their best friend. What if he had bean with them? Simon Said. Mary hated Simon Walters more than ever at that time. She looked at him in a way that he dared not say anything ells. A hand suddenly went up. Yes? Said Miss Lawrence, It was Dianas voice who spoke. Maam. I saw who put those things in the bags from the window. It was Kelsey Miller herself. I guess she wanted to make them look bad. No I didnt. And why should I? It doesnt make sense and what proof do you have that I did it anyway? Well first of all I should say that you dont have any proof that any of them three did it either. Second I heard you say, This will do you good Kanga. So you wanted to get even with Mary Dean for some reason or other although I dont exactly know what the reason was. You still havent brought any proof or evidence, and as you said I should say that the things were found in their bags and that is proof and also that why would I want to get even with Mary? She hasnt done anything to me. And also why in the world would you be looking in the schoolhouse? And if youre right why would I put the stuff in Paul's or Janes bag also? I was looking in the schoolhouse to see if Terri was in class or not. And I guess you wanted to get even with Mary for steeling Gilbert from you. It would be convenient wouldnt it. No one would want to be friends with a thief now would they? He might even pity you! I know you had a crush on him, everyone knows, I dont think even he hasnt had a hint or two. And lets face it, it would have been hard for you to see him with someone ells all the time. And I bet you wanted to rid the suspicion every one would have toward you by putting the ring and notebook in other people's bags. I did not Kelsey was flaming with anger, what right did Diana Ray have to say these things in front of the whole class? Ill kill her dead for what shes doing. She peeked to see Gilbert, he too was red faced but he looked very much surprised. Thats really enough girls. To tell you the truth I saw Kelsey too, but I really didnt think she would do such a thing. I just thought she was going to give her stuff away. I didnt hear her speak. Kelsey youll stay here after class. Now everyone back to your studies. No one ever heard about what happened after class that day but the day after Kelsey apologized to Gilbert, Mary, Jane and Paul for what she had done but from that day on she had no friends in the Shadow Sling school, Mary Dean, Gilbert Blythe. Paul and Jane were friendly enough but they didnt forgive her for trying to humiliate Mary in front of the whole school. The hide out was now always full of books. The term exams had started and all four of the owners were busy studying in it. Gilbert and Paul stayed there after the day ended and continued on studying through the night, while Mary and Jane took turns in going to each others houses at night to do so. Some times Diana joined them while they were at Janes since her mother came to talk to Mrs. Haynes about some of her new recipes and brought her along with her. Diana had become one of their dearest friends since the day she defended them, she was fun to talk to Mary discovered latter on and she understood Mary so much better than Jane did, not that Mary liked her more, just that she was a good friend in another way. At the end of the first semester still neither Gilbert nor Mary had won in the study war but in the term exams the result was different. I cant bear it any longer Mary said I rather fail than Gilbert to beat me, he will teas me for the rest of my life for that matter. He will not Was Janes answer, you know Gilbert, he might only teas you on that for 2 days but not more, youre the one who would teas yourself for it and blame yourself but you shouldnt worry because your scores are going to be a tie again. Weird as it is. When they got to school they went strait to the bulletin board and suddenly Mary gave out a small shriek, Gilbert had won, she hadnt even come second way below Gilberts name with a 30 point difference was hers. She started running, Jane didnt run after her, since she thought that Mary will go and walk a bit and get calmed down, but she was wrong, very wrong. After school Gilbert was sitting in his room reading his favorite book Anne of Green Gables and thinking that if the real Gilbert in the story were there, he would be very much proud of him. He was so happy and wrapped up in his book that he didnt hear the knock on the door. His father came in, Gill, Jane Haynes is here and she wants to see you immediately, I think something has happened to Mary Dean. What! He remembered that he hadnt seen Mary in school that day in school, but he had been so busy he hadnt paid any attention to the matter, what if? He couldnt think about it. Gilbert hurried outside, with his heart pounding. Gill, have you seen Mary anywhere today? Jane said the minute Gilbert came out of their houses front door, her heart too was pounding and she too was breathless from running around. She ran away when she saw the results and didnt come home. We have looked everywhere. I have gone to all the kids houses and to all her favorite places but she wasnt anywhere! Paul has gone to the hide out to see if shes there and Diana went to her river to look but I dont think theyll find anything either. Gilbert was stunned. Where could Mary be? Ill take my coat and will come to look for her. He said. They looked everywhere but there was no sign of her. Gilbert and Jane where beginning to panic, Paul too. Jane was right Paul and Diana hadnt found anything when they had came back. Suddenly Gilbert knew where Mary had gone. Had Mary gone to Trees Heart? He thought to himself. It was impossible, Mary didnt have any horse or anything and to get there by foot would take 4 hours from the school if you walked in the normal way, even the fastest carriage would take a person there in 1 hour let alone that the carriage would only be able to take you to the beginning of the forest! And people didnt use cars in that area either. He told Jane to go home to Mrs. Crimple and clam her down and promised to bring Mary home with him before 9 oclock. The place was beautiful, full of chrysanthemums and violets now that Gilbert had planted it. Gilbert was wrong Mary was no where in sight! He then thought of Fotheringay may be there. He was right this time; Mary was sitting in front of the house. She looked like a bride fairy in her beautiful white dress. She was reading calm as ever Gilbert was bewildered by that amazing sight. He sat down beside her. He could see tears on her cheeks and sad expressions in her eyes. Everyone is looking for you, everyones worried! Why on earth did you run away like that? He demanded. I just felt a bit defeated I was depressed I think it might be a real fault with me! I can't bear loosing that easily or for people to see me loose for that matterI was thinking of not coming to school anymore What's the use? It wouldnt have been that bad if I had just lost to you. I made such a great deal of it before but it would have been nothing compared to this. How am I going to pass my entrance exam at this rate? Mary Rose Dean Cried Gilbert, he couldnt even think about a school without Mary. Anne Shirley will be ashamed to see you like this; you get top marks in every exam we give so who cares if you did badly once, it happens to everyone. It just shows that you shouldnt have been so confident and you should have tried a bit harder, no I think you tried hard enough you should concentrate on your paper a bit more. I saw your previous exams all your mistakes are from little inattentions. You sum 1+2 and then you write the answer 4! Any way I dont think all this would be an excuse for frightening everyone to death so. "What do you mean? Its not even 2 hours since I've bin here I was just reading." "2? Its almost night!" "Oh my God! I must have lost track of the time I was so rapped up in my book you know I think I made a discovery to why I like reading so much I'm not sure but I think it is because of all the feeling of love it conveys to me I want so much to be loved someday Gill, to be able to love it must be so wonderful, and yet all these things seem to only exist in stories people dont marry for love in the real world I dont think it really exists! But it is such pleasure to read and imagineI miss my mother so at times I really did feel she loved me you dont understand oh it seems so silly when I put it into words like this all my feelings do, I dont know why I feel all this and to know that I may not ever have a chance to be loved it all bothers me so and yet when I talk about it when I tell you all this I feel that you should mock me that it is but a trifle that other problems are so much more important that this is nothing compared to them. But really it is so unbearable to me." Mary thought that all she was saying was so inappropriate, that she should not say such things and she should be ashamed of talking about these things to Gilbert but somehow she didnt, she felt that she could tell him anything but still she was a bit uneasy as to what his reaction would be Gilbert frowned and said: "why do you think that you will never be loved? It is possible and it has happened before for other people however seldom they may be but it has!" "I dont know I just dont feel like lovable material you know I think everyone sees me as a child or rather I see myself as a child I think myself very likable but not lovable you know there is a difference no one will ever take me seriously and those who's there business would have been to love me are all gone dead for that matter!" Gilbert put a hand on her knee and said "Mary look at me, first thing first you're talking about something that is not even if it were to happen to happen for many years from now so its a bit stupid to think about it from this time. Second, all these things you say about your character are not all that wrong but they are not completely right either. You should know that one of your very pure qualities which by no means helps your cause is that you are too much there for others. I dont know if you get what I am trying to tell you, but people dont pay much attention to those who are always there for them. Youve got to learn to say no at times to what they ask you. I know that you have been feeling alone lately but this is one of the causes to it. Try not to be so ready in helping people. No dont argue with me I've seen you. You go on asking people what you can do for them before they even want you. Let them come to you for once. And one more thing dont expect people to be to you what you are to them people dont always like to here you talk of your problems dont get me wrong I dont mean me but still" Mary saw the truth in this a bit but she was a bit disappointed in his answer she at least expected him to acknowledge that her friends loved her at least. But she knew somehow that they did. It was evident that they did. But what am I going to do? I cant go to school any more I just cant! I cant help it Gill, how am I going to go to school with everyone laughing at me behind my back? Dont tell me its important to you what some of them think! Like do you care what Simon says? No but every one will agree with him and even Mary burst out crying. Even who? Gilbert demanded nervously. Even you and Jane and Mrs. Lawrence will believe in what she says. But she didnt see the relief in Gilberts eyes from finding out that she wasnt thinking about a certain person. "Mary this is what I was talking about you know that your talking nonsense you know you just want me to sympathize with you and you know thats not going to happen so stiffen up show a little spine I dont like to see you like this!" Mary wiped her tears the truth of what Gilbert was saying suddenly hit her hard. It was then that she noticed Gilbert mysteriously grinning at her. "What?" she said. Gilbert's grin grew wider; something had happened in school that daycome to think of it he had missed Mary he had looked to see how her reaction would be and saw that she had not come...but then was so caught up he had forgot. "Something happened in school today!" "Ok now just tell me what you just said reminds me of when someone says "I've got a secret!" it makes one more curious than one aught to feel. Ok out with it." Well, Miss Lawrence said that we are going to get in groups of four, and each of us will have to perform a play in class each weak and that we have to write a play ourselves sometimes, you, Jane, Paul and I are in the same group, and guess what play has been assigned to us for the Christmas festival? I am not in the mood of guessing Gill, just tell me. Anne of Green Gables What! We will be performing it in front of the whole village, Dianas group is performing the Lily maid and they probably be our number one rival. Diana is so into acting. There is also going to be an award for the best actor and actress. Wow said Mary. But Gilbert, we dont have enough players for Anne of Green Gables, and absolutely none of us has red hair. I have already thought of that, I can play as Gilbert Blythe himself and Mathew at the same time. Jane is going to be Diana and Merilla and Paul could play as Mr. Fillips and Charlie Slone. Mrs. Lawrence said she would be glad to play as Mrs. Allen and Miss Stacy and Mrs. Lind, and we can ask Kelsey to play as Pricilla or Stella and maybe other characters. About the red hair, I should tell you that my father went to town this evening and bought red hair dye the color is guarantied to wash of by water. Now lets go home. Chapter eight: Just talk As I said Mary and Jane became one of the inhabitants of the hide out. One day Mary was sitting at her desk at the hide out reading. When she suddenly shut her book and started thinking. All kinds of subjects came inside her head and went out with as much thought given to them as possible. Gilbert entered the hideout at the same moment. No ones here he thought, he called out but no one answered as he passed to go to his room he suddenly saw the girl's door open. "thats weird they never leave the door open when they're not in!" . It was then that he came across puzzled Mary. Good day friend! Oh, Hello Gilbert I didnt hear you come in! I dont wonder from the look I saw on your face a few seconds ago, whats up? -Again!- Nothing I was just thinking! About what? If I may be honored to hear the answer. I have just finished reading Agnes Gray written by Anne Bronte and unlike my usual habit I forced myself to read its introduction. It was not written by Anne herself but by someone else, from what it said it can be concluded that Anne Brontes work was not and is not well appreciated and from what I read in Agnes Gray I can say that Anne has expressed herself very well, I have read Jane Eyre before which has bean written by her sister Charlotte Bronte, I like them both but they should not be compared to each other because they are just different kinds of work. From what I know Emily Bronte had had better luck at least she had had the support of both her sisters while Anne has bean criticized & over looked by her sister Charlotte but the point is that when authors like them have bean so unfairly criticized what can I expect? I who write only some thing that is my wish, that I have not experienced, that I have not seen nor felt. I who have no sister to guide me; I thought maybe I should throw my book away and write something about what I really know of. But then I remembered that I dont know about anything, that my experiences are not worth writing who would like to know the experiences of someone in a foreign country and how she and her mother had suffered? And why should I write about what I feel, how I feel that I dont belong any where I dont have a country to myself though I live in the country I was born in, and thought I have had another country as my home. My work is something people can only enjoy or at least I hope they can! At any rate Anne Bronte wrote about the problems of her time for governesses it had some kind of message in it but mine has nothing of the kind! None! I do not fancy that someone would care for a book like this and that anyone would read it even the introduction. Especially that some parts of my story are from someone elses books. I have made up my mind not to write any more. I do not know if you who are reading this chapter at this time and part of your life have ever listened to someone who is nervous or discouraged but I who have seen Marys life can tell you that when someone is in such a state she usually talks fast- at least Mary did- and by no means cares about the problems in her speech, weather its understandable or not. Gilbert thought this was a close call, now he needed all his wits to solve Marys problem he knew that this was not just a little unimportant subject to just go on and see what happens and some of the things Mary said were undeniable. He knew that many writers just write for the sake of writing and get lots of attention at a time and then are forgotten; he knew that even if Mary could or maybe we should say would write something like them- just like the new romance stories he had seen Paul so keen in reading- although Mary would not be persuaded to say anything about it, she would not be satisfied. She is after writing something that would last, something that every one would remember her by. What did he decide to do we will see but he did not consider Marys concern for an authors life. He did not think that Mary loves to know the authors just like she loves to know the characters if he had known he would have had a better success, however lets get back to the conversation: Hey Mary look inside you. I am not going to lie to you so I will say this that you are not a born writer but there is something in you. You have feelings many dont have. You write things many cant write and most important of all you have a conscious many dont use in their writings. Thats what counts not what you write the reader himself will feel that you have considered his feelings he will long to know who you were he will meet someone in your characters in the story which is you which is a person real and of his kind thats what important. You are wrong. You have never been so wrong Gill. Maybe some people do as you say but most people dont consider the writer of the novel they are reading. It is completely unimportant to them whether that writer wanted to say something to them or not. Even many critics just look at what was the cause that made the writer write what she or he did, not what she felt when she wrote it. They will find that out only if the writer tells them herself other wise they just look on and wait for someone ells to come along and find it for them. Will they wonder, will they give a second thought, no. what is important is that how much the book has drawn attention and what it has inside. These are important I agree but there are other things which are also important. For example every critic must know that the Bronte sisters lost their mother when they were young. But do they consider what that loss meant to them, do they consider the effect it had on their lives. No indeed not it did not have any thing to do with what they wrote there fore they consider it unimportant. Unimportant indeed! They do not think that if the sisters had had a mother a good mother like the right brothers they may have been even better than Shakespeare? Or on the contrary if they had had a mother they may not have written their work for then they might have had some support and comfort and might,- consider it might- have had an easier time as a governess and there for had not bean so dissatisfied as to write these works. Dont they see the things they can learn. But I am deceiving myself how could they not? They expect to see good writers although they have not even tried to make good writer out of the children which have the talent. They have to consider the childs feelings how it is similar to a particular writer, if it is similar then to look at how the writer wrote and what made him/her write or even see the things that may have prevented his/her writing if they had happened and then when all these have been considered they will learn how to treat that child and then he will become a great writer someday. I do not say they have to do so, because I have not examined the process myself but I know one thing and that is that a writer may wish her feelings to last and it is our duty to help grant her wish for she has done her best to write something for us to improve our minds or what ever she had in mind. But back to the critics, tell me, while they criticize me and while they know that I know nothing about nothing will they not even wonder how dearly I love my work, I dont want any more to be said about it, because it hurts but I am not going to write anymore! Gilbert didnt say anything then from what he knew of Mary he knew it would not work. But he decided to bring up the subject latter when Mary had forgotten all this rubbish. They now only thought of the play coming up! Few days latter- I should apologize at this point my English is beginning to fail me my hand is stiff in writing and I can not express my feelings the way I really feel them so I hope that the reader has a sufficient imagination to imagine what I want to correspond into his or her mind- Mary came to talk to Gilbert again! Gill I am really puzzled, remember what I talked to you about before, well I begin to understand why the critics had made the mistakes they had, but still I have a quiver in me something within says write what you will seek what you might and dont count for what others think. But aye that hurts, it stings when I see I cannot say what I want to, that I cannot tell what I wish and worst of all is the fear that I feel for I think that my book will not be appreciated. Well I dont mind, but I want it to be loved as I love it, I want it to be felt as I feel it now. But will anyone have mercy on it? Will any one read it a second time? Many would have said to themselves "what do I care? Why do you keep coming to me? I have things on my mind to you know?" But not Gilbert. Mary did not wait for an answer she had come to receive advice but now that she had said what she felt she did not want to be talked to! Now we will go back to the play! Chapter Eight: The play Christmas was coming and Mary and Gilbert were so exited about the play that one day Paul beat both of them in the spelling test and they DIDNT MIND AT ALL! This may sound stupid and to tell you the truth this is stupid, but it was part of their character. They were not used to anyone beating them and they cared! But Gill didnt seem like himself lately. Why? Mary could not tell this was why she pounced on the first opportunity that came her way to talk to him Paul had gone to his grandfather's house in town and had not come to school that day and Jane had to stay to complete part of her experiment that she had not finished before the end of class so Gilbert and Mary walked home together They walked in silence for a while when Mary decided it was time she asked him what was the matter "Um you dont mind me asking you something do you?" Gilbert tried to smile and said: "Go ahead." "Eh I dont know how to say this but you dont seem like yourself lately is anything wrong? Is anything I can do to help?" Gilbert looked a bit uneasy and embarrassed. But he said "not really, there was just this one thing that had occupied my mind lately kind of stupid really but it just wouldnt go away you know recently I had noticed how much I just listen to everyone's problems and that you all come to me with them and all and I just thought I dont know where I got the idea from but it suddenly came to me that I was a bit forgotten or rather it might have been because I had nothing bothering me at the time but it bothered me weather if I were to have a problem or if there were anything bothering me would any of you come and ask" "Well you saw we noticed I came and asked you didnt I? So I guess the problems solved huh?" "Its a bit better but you know I still think it took you a bit too long not that I'm complaining or anything and still Paul and Jane didnt notice neither did Diana you know what pains me a bit? " Well I guess you can't blame them much can you? I mean you didnt really show you were upset I mean seriously they have a lot on their mind as it is the reason you are always listening to what people say(except myself of course) is that they come and tell you themselves most of the time I mean I know I dont and you find out for yourself but you know Jane she is always the first to speak when she is upset Im not trying to take away the blame from them but I just want to say that you should think it through a bit more you know ok! So they made a mistake by not noticing so what are you going to do about it? Are you going to beat yourself up? Or are you going to go to talk to them about it and tell them how you feel? Pick one! You know you dont have a choice and to tell you the truth finding out that you are unhappy is not that easy the only difference that I noticed which made me ask was that you are a bit less talkative and still I didnt have a good feeling asking you you didnt look like you wanted to be asked You may be right but it still bothers me that they have not known me that well to know my moods and stuff they are my best friends and they have to have some kind of understanding of my behavior you know? Yeah I think I do but what are you going to do about it I know you are thinking that you have wasted your time in being friends with them not in a bad way though I think you know what I mean but you have 2 choices in this too one you can end the friendship 2 you can try to express your feelings a bit more clearly just so they start to notice you a bit more and then they gradually learn all your habits and moods some people arent that powerful in studying other peoples characters you know! But that means changing and I dont see any reason in doing that they should be able to accept me as I am. I know but this is how things are take it or leave it! They walked along in silence a bit when Gilbert noticed Mary looking at him in a strange way What? Nothing it was weird a bit. What? Me giving advice to you I mean I always thought you the strong one and thought you never needed help guess I made a mistake! Disappointed in me huh? Not exactly just shows me that I have to be on the look out for your problems that you are not as problem -less as I thought you at first! And that I am a bit able to help you maybe at times Of course you are...hey you helped me a lot already The rest of the way was spent in talking of the play Gilberts outburst seemed to vanish the next day he was his same old self but Mary noticed he had changed a bit for the better she thought. Mary practiced every day, so hard that Mrs. Crimple said that she isnt allowed to practice for the play for more than 2 hours a day. You are killing yourself because of this stupid play; I am beginning to feel sorry that I let you be in it. Said Mrs. Crimple once. Mary had only smiled and said Dont worry Mrs. Crimple, I want to get the award for the best actress. It means that I must try hard. Gill, is trying to win the best actor award, so is Paul. So is Diana Ray! laughed Mrs. Crimple. But whats the use? It dose not help you any part of your life and it is just a waste of time. I dont know about that but its a great change anyway but Mary did think about it latter on, she considered the play an enjoyment and she thought that enjoyment was a great part of life and so she considered that as the use of the play. The last week before the concert was a busy week. Miss Lawrences class couldnt stop thinking about the concert. No one listened to the lessons, and Miss Lawrence stopped trying to make them to. The day came and went. Every one played perfectly but everybody agreed that Mary and Gilbert were the best performers of the day. Mary had played her roll perfectly, but she was experiencing a great deal of stage fright her hands were going cold she couldnt feel her fingers when Gilbert held her hand on stage they were ice cold but she managed to get through her part without anyone noticing but when she came down stage she fainted... When she finally came around, she was lying down on the coach a Jane at her side. Also Gilbert and Paul, both looking extremely worried. At that moment Gilbert saidAre you ok? at the same time Paul said "congratulations Mary" Mary hadnt exactly realized where she was or what had happened, so she said in a small voice, on what? On being the best actress of course, it seams we tied in this one as well, I became the best actor! Hurrah! Gilbert Blythe, won the honor of best actor!!! Your joking right? And I am not going to forgive you for joking with me like that Gilbert Blythe. You know how much I wanted to become best actress and its not good sports to torture me so for failing What are you talking about you goose? Jane said, Gilbert is telling you the truth. You just fainted when you came down we looked all over to tell you. But we found you unconscious here. Diana came in second Gilbert said rather out of the usual way. Really? Mary had lots of fun that day, she never forgot the joy she had experienced when she went upstage to get her award, and neither did Gilbert ever forget her doing so. Chapter seven: Hello Summer. Life went back to normal after the big concert but rivalry between Gilbert and Mary hadnt, they tried and tried but still the tie would not be broken, Mary thought maybe she had only dreamed Gilberts coming first last term. Days past and every one was happy when in the last day of school Miss Lawrence announced the final results, for they knew it will be probably be Gilbert Blythe and Mary Rose Dean tied for first and Paul Franks second, but what they saw was different! Mary came out first with a 98 and Gilbert came out second with a 97 and Paul came out 3rd with a 90. But it seemed Gilbert didnt care, he came to Mary and congratulated her happily. Mary was so glad because she had thought Gilbert might act like she had acted last term when he had come out first. And she knew that he can hide in a way that no one would be able to find him. Mary thought she had made a discovery but she was not too sure about it it all happened so sudden a look maybe just the way the words were said After class they were going home when her foot caught in a stone and she tripped Paul was walking beside her and he caught her midway "Are you ok?" she looked up he was looking straight into her eyes her heart jumped a beat When she got home she thought about it a great deal she must love him why would her heart act like that if she didnt but yet she knew then and there that she must love him It is this that made what Mrs. Crimple said the next most painful. "I dont like that Paul fellow that hangs out with you all." She said. " A boy that hasnt had a father he isnt the one to hang out with you guys no matter how well they are and how good they are they dont know nothin about being a husband or a father or what ever you would have been wiser if you didnt hang around him" "Its not as if I was ever going to marry him Mrs. Crimple" " Yeah maybe so but still no good will come out of it I assure you I just dont like him I dont know why its just there maybe its because I knew his father that man he was a too faced brat, that one and he was the worst oh that man had so many I dont know I never got round to liking him and all natural that his son should take it from him you know what I mean? And come to think of it he had so many moods it was so hard to understand him. I think you would be wiser to just" Mary was beginning to become uneasy when she was around Mrs. Crimple she seemed to be on the look out for husbands for her and in that age too God it should be ages before she wanted to marry with or without Paul and even if she did she wanted to marry for love not just some sort of setup but the setup seemed to be exactly what Mrs. Crimple had in mind she always talked of her friends like that like Simon is not worth talking to or that Gilbert oh you have to stay close to that one or such and such she wished that Mrs. Crimple would at least keep her thoughts to herself it bothered her a lot It was why she was talking to Gilbert the other day about these things "You know you are so lucky to be a boy!" "Why do you say that?" "I donno you almost always have your own way in things" Gilbert looked at her more closely"I'm not sure that that is exactly what are you trying to say what's on your mind? You know better than to suppose that guys can do whatever they want" "You know you can always marry the girl you like" "Of course we can't they have to say yes first." "Huh huh really funny! No seriously I mean you can always fall in love without anything happening!" "Of course we cant we get depressed and all!" "That is so NOT the point!" "Its not?" "No!" "What I meant was that you can fall in love and not worry about it like oh what would everybody think AND you have the privilege of being able to ask her weather she loves you back without anyone thinking it inappropriate on the other hand us girls we just have to wait until someone comes along that likes us and that will have us for that matter and even if we do love someone we should say yes to any other person who comes along who wants us to marry him just because that we dont know weather the person that we love would ever come round to ask us and what's worse is that we have to put up with everyone trying to find someone for us." "I guess thats just the way things are! You can't do anything about it you just have to let it beor if you're ready to put up with a lot of gossip to just do something out of the ordinary when your turn comes but as I dont figure you for the first type I think you should go with the second." Now summer was here and Mary would be going to her Aunts and she was sad because she knew that they didnt like her and that she didnt like them although she hadnt seen them yet. How could she like people who didnt like her? Who hadnt helped her mother through hard times? Who had left her hanging since her mother had died and not even once written to ask what she was doing. Gilbert and Mary and Jane went to three different places during the summer, Paul would be staying home, but they promised to keep in touch. Gilbert was going to Austen with his father but had promised to visit Mary, since his father had business to tend to in Lubbock. Jane would be going to a tour to Europe and would be gone all summer. Finally the day that Mary had to go came, Gilbert offered to take her to the station and Jane came to say goodbye. Paul and Diana wanted to come but they had promised Miss Lawrence to help her with setting up the school library. They said goodbye to Mrs. Crimple and started on the half hour ride to the station. During the way, they talked and laughed, but something seemed strange! Something, although Mary couldnt exactly find out what. Jane seemed exhausted and Gilbert seemed so grown up, well he was 15! But that didnt seem to be it. May be it was in the way Gill looked at her which made her uneasy or maybe the way Jane talked to Gilbert which made her laugh. Or her uneasiness about Paul not being there and her thinking about the fun he and Diana would be having together When they got to the station and said goodbye, Mary suddenly began to cry! She didnt want to leave, No she couldnt go, but after all she had to, she had to, she had no choice, she was an orphan, and an orphan had no place to stay except were they told her too. No, I wont disgrace my mother. Ill be brave for her, and no one can make me cry. She dried her tears held her chin high up and turned to say goodbye to her dearest friends. Im glad her mother decided to move here when she did. Said Jane tiredly. Her tone made Gilbert shiver, Jane had changed; something must have bean wrong, very wrong. But he too didnt know what! And he soon forgot about it trying to wave as heartily as he could to Mary! Wishing that she would be able to bear what she was going to face. Chapter eight: Flowers Glen When Mary arrived at Lubbock Station, she looked around, the station for her aunts, she didnt know who they where but she thought they might look like her mother. But the woman who came to her was nothing like her or her mother! She wasnt at all like what she had in mind. Now Mary was sort of out going, I think that you have found that out for yourself. But at that moment she felt like the shyest person on earth. She was dazed at the figure in front of her. Before arriving at the Lubbock station Mary had imagined that her aunts will be like Emilys in Emily of New Moon. Now there is a possibility that you have not read Emily Of New Moon so I will explain a little about Marys idea of her aunts before she arrived at Lubbock. In the book named above there ate two aunts one is old and cross-cross as in the kind that always tell you what to do, hardly ever let you do what you want to(if it is something they disapprove of which they mostly do) and that always look into what you are doing- the other is younger and kind. However Mary thought that both her aunts should be old and that they would both be cross. She thought they would have brown eyes and that they would wear wire rimmed glasses, and they would always dress in black. But the woman who ran to her and kissed her was very different. The woman introduced herself I am aunt Ellie, Dear, what are you staring at me for? Ok, I agree this is not a way that someone would introduce herself to her niece. Thats what Mary thought. Now this aunt who stood in front of her had blond hair and the smallest nose Mary had ever seen. She also had long ears-flying jibs as Montgomery would have called it- and a green pair of eyes. In better words she looked like an elf, but she was sort of a pretty elf. They walked home talking, Mary started wondering that maybe aunt Edie will be like Aunt Elizabeth but she couldnt be sure of any thing anymore!!! When they got at a bend suddenly Mary saw a pretty yellow house surrounded by flowers. They werent like any flowers she had seen before. They were alive and demanded from you to be alive. The color of the house matched the flowers-bright yellow. The house had a narrow front porch, the door had a dark green color and the fences were white. Latter on when Mary had a chance to go inside, she discovered that the house had two floors on the first were the living room, dining room and the kitchen and on the second were the four bedrooms, two were guest rooms which Mary went in one of them. We will talk about her room latter. What she really liked about the house was the window in aunt Ellies room, it was round, small and it did not open but she liked it instantly it was friendlywhat she saw outside she named "The Moor", she did not know what a Moor was but she liked the sound of it. The Moor was actually a park with a wide area of grass but in Mary's imagination it was a true P.E.I scene. Here we are, Flowers Glen is the name of the house in which your aunt Edie and I live in. Flowers Glen! What a wonderful name. L. M. Montgomery herself must have picked it. You never know maybe she has! When they got home another young lady came out of the door and ran towards her. She looked as if she was only 20 years old. She had dark brown hair that was curled she reminded Mary of a young gentleman at home. Now this was the disappointment Marys imagination had failed to reach the truth! Any way Aunt Eddie had dark brown eyes that looked strait into yours, just like Gilberts. But she had beautiful ears. She was even more enthusiastic than aunt Ellie had bean. She hugged and kissed Mary and they took her inside and settled for tea. Aunt Ellie started speaking then, You know Halley, we were very sorry to hear what happened to your mother, we miss her too. But she was never close to Edie and I, because she was 12 years older than us and she always went on trips. I remember that Emma and your mother were always criticized because people thought traveling was not fit for women. Thats the thing about people in this neck of the woods they are really behind the times if you ask me She married when I was 12 and Edie was 13! You arent at all like what I expected you to be. Mary said But why do you keep calling me Halley and why didnt you ever come to see my mother and me? You dont seem so mean to abandon your niece and your sister just because your niece was named Mary Rose and not Halley. And youre not at all like the aunts I have read about in the stories written by L.M. Montgomery. You know what I just cant understand what was so important about my name? Mary saw the two sisters glance sideways at each other "Edward!" said aunt Ellie! First of all Halley, said aunt Edie, I want you to call me Shirley instead of Edie. Ellie never dose, since she thinks my name is like a romantic bookmark! What ever that means, - between you and me I think she has a problem, do you understand? - second, it wasnt our fault, it was Edward and Emmas You see, continued aunt Ellie. Mary remembered how Gilbert always convinced her using that fraise. One day your aunt Emma and uncle Edward came and let us know that we have to choose a name for the baby since you would not have a father and your mother would be too sick to do so, but when your mother said no, Edward and Emma said that they wont have anything to do with your mother from then on. They thought your mother didnt pay them the respect they owed her or something. Thats the only thing wrong with us three, pride, said Aunt Shirley, And Emma just up and left, which didnt give me even a chance to say goodbye to your mother. You see again the old frays of Gilberts. Aunt Shirley continued, I sometimes get very proud for only a few seconds and during that period of time I say things that I cant get back on latter. When I came back to my senses I hoped your mother would give up. But she didnt and I have been sorry ever since. But about us calling you Halley, we have received orders from Edward. He's stubborn as well as proud that he is but you can never find a kinder soul than him if he chooses to be nice. I know that your about to say he wont find out but trust me he will. Im glad you read Montgomerys stories; you know I am a great fan of them myself! My favorite is Anne of Green Gables! No Kidding said Mary, that is my favorite too! Then she started to talk about Gilbert and that he was exactly like his character in the story and that he might come and visit her. Aunt Shirley raised an eyebrow at that point. Then she said: You know Halley, once I rejected a young man in some way before, not that your going to do so, but just so you never do, I did it just to be like Anne Shirley, well I have been sorry ever since. You see, you cant always be like someone in a story, you some times need to do things that you think are right. Anne Shirley is only someone to look at and learn from, but not to do her mistakes. For example would you dye your hair green just to look like her? "I know what your saying I learned this lesson the hard way once" Mary loved her aunts, the three of them went every where together and did every thing together. Aunt Ellie made breakfast, Aunt Edie made the two other meals. Mary washed the dishes. After breakfast Aunt Ellie cleaned the house while Aunt Edie looked after the garden, Mary did what ever she wanted. In the afternoon they all went out for a walk. This part of the day was when Mary enjoyed herself more than ever. It was fun to listen to Aunt Ellie and Aunt Edie and to break up their fights (Which didnt happen often) or to give your opinion when you were asked (which did happen often) and to keep quiet when you didnt want to talk and to have permission to do so. After supper the aunts sat in their armchairs while Mary read them a book. They took terns in picking a book to read but often Aunt Ellie and Aunt Eddie would end up fighting about whose tern it was. You know what Halley spoke up aunt Ellie one day, Today when you were outside with Susie and Ned Pick, a young man of 15 years of age came to see you and I told him that you are out and that he can come and see you tomorrow! How great, Mary thought, Gilbert was there! Chapter nine: Birthday party It was June 12wth and Marys birthday but every one seemed to have forgotten about it. After all they hadnt had to remember her birthday for so long maybe they had forgotten altogether, it seemed natural enough. When Mary woke up that morning aunt Ellie came to her and told her that Mary should spend the afternoon with Aunt Emma and that Uncle Edward will be the one to bring her home at 5 oclock. Mary hadnt seen Gilbert yet and wanted to stay home incase he called but it seemed she could not fight it. What a birthday present, she had to spend her birthday with her hatful aunt, but what could she possibly do about it. Nothing. And who knows maybe she would be like aunt Ellie and Aunt Shirley, but Mary had little confidence in her hypothesis. When they got to Aunt Emmas house, aunt Ellie said goodbye and left, and then Mary was on her own. How aunt Ellie-like, Mary thought, it is just like her to leave without introducing me to Aunt Emma! I have to fend for myself it seems. Oh well here it goes! The place was beautiful; if Mary hadnt been so scared she would have enjoyed the trip much better! She hadnt seen the green house, nor the flowers by it and not even the big statue at the front door. The statue was weird it was like a mermaid, now what had Lubbock to do with mermaids? Mary stepped in the house after knocking and suddenly a young woman who was nearly 30 came to the door. (Ok! So maybe 30 is not exactly young but its not old either is it?) I would have been surprised if I hadnt had so many surprises until now but things dont seem strange to me anymore even my aunt having a servant so young thought Mary. Now maybe you want to know what is wrong with a young servant. To tell you the truth, nothing. But Mary had had an idea that old people always have old servants. She came to the door and just stared at her! Good morning Said Mary, I am here to see my aunt Emma. But the woman stared on. Then as if a shock had came over her she started crying, she stepped forward and hugged her and kept on crying! I am your aunt Emma. Sorry that I lost control. Youve grown, look at you. Last time I saw you, you were a cry baby. You look a bit like your mother I dare say Did you know that your mother was my favorite sister and my best friend? Now Aunt Emma was not at all pretty! No wonder she hadnt gotten married. If marriage is by looks aunt Emma was certainly not marrying material! She had dark black hair and bright blue eyes (so far so good) but her nose was long and crooked and her mouth was a little too big, her face was round and she was a little too bent. The evening past on quickly, by the time it was 4 oclock, Mary had forgotten her birthday completely. She loved Aunt Emma but still she preferred Aunt Shirley. Aunt Emma talked a great deal and she was really bossy. But what was funny was that she never put anything in the right place or did any thing the way it should be done. You know what? She asked while Mary was looking around her house. Your mother and I once went to the coast. Have you ever seen the sea? Yes I have, actually I grew up by it, if you remember. But I dont like it. Its too scary! But I like the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Why are you scared of it? Because it took so many lives, and it has sharks! I hate sharks, I absolutely hate them. I mean there should be no difference between a shark and a lion right? Both are killers one in the water and one on land but I dont know why that the thought of a lion is completely bearable to me but I shiver even when I think of a shark Thats why I was afraid of flying all the way to America, I just couldnt get the idea out of my head that our plane might crash down and that if it dose we will land in the ocean were there are sharks. You know there is an aquarium in Australia which is under the ocean, I was always afraid that the glass would break and the sharks would come in. thats why I didnt enjoy going there at all. And do you think this reason good enough to hate the sea? That is a great confrontation to take away fear- if it is said in the right place and in the right tone- I think so. Well I will tell you that they are not at all enough. You have to enjoy the sea. Make friends with it so you can love it. But I have to admit I am scared of it sometimes too- Especially at night. Its so spooky, it seems like all the people who have drowned in it are awaken and speak through the waves. They seem to come with the waves and rise with the waves and bite into any flesh they see nearby. I think I feel that way partly because I cant see beyond the waves at night. The waves whispering to you in the darkness it gives you a delicious shiver. But any way your mother and I went to the coast and had a lovely time. We went to see the sun rise above the see once it was so lovely. Did you ever see the sun rising on the ocean or you never got up in time to do so? I never wanted to; I guess I was too afraid, mother sometimes went though. Will you tell me what its like? Sure! But unfortunately when we went the sky was cloudy. Its so fascinating. The clouds almost touch the ground they look like a dome protecting us from the unknown dangers of the wild, and slowly they become bright yellow and orange and from the spaces between them slowly shy beams of light shine on you. They seem to be telling you to have hope and to wait for wonderful things are going to happen and they seem to say that the clouds cant hold them back for long. Then the light spreads through the clouds, the clouds shine bright and above them up where no cloud has yet reached you can see the yellow of the sun there smiling at you! Then your mother and I went to put our feet in the water. Its fun to feel your feet tickled in the sand and to feel the sand move away from under them. Its great, really great. And small little worms wiggle on your toes. Your mother didnt like them I remember she always kicked and ran to get rid of them. I usually liked to kick the tides instead. You know what I really miss ever being able to see? What? To watch a storm on the sea! Oh how time moves on we met your father there you know Mary had never heard of her father she didnt want to upset mother by asking her about him and there was nobody else to ask so she pounced on the opportunity "What was my father like?" "Quite handsome I guess and he had a way with words he bewitched us both from the first oh how I resented your mother falling in love with him at first but he was a good man Mary your father was a good man God rest his soul." Then at 4 her aunt told her to go upstairs and look in the trunk in the closet. She did. And there she found a beautiful blue gown with light yellow flowers crossing the front. Now this is a strange composition of colors but not in that gown it seemed to be the best. She kept on looking at it bewildered. In fact she took so long that her aunt began to worry and called to her from downstairs and asked her to come down. This was your mothers gown, she wore it to her first ball, at that time she was exactly your age, she was so beautiful, now go and put it on, and I want you to look great when you go back to your aunts house. My, my how time dose fly! It seems yesterday when mother bought that gown. Your mother was out of her mind. You couldnt take the dress off of her. I remember granny was here when she wore it for the first time. She chased her all through the house to make her take it off! And she was the talk of town when she came back from the ball! Oh my, my how time dose fly!! Mary giggled; really this was not the kind of talk she expected to here, aunt Emma really sounded like a talking diary. When Mary came down she was so pretty that her aunt thought that the man who would marry her would be very, very lucky. How she looks like her father, she looks a bit like Ellie but still she has an air around her- like pride or something. Then Aunt Emma placed some violets in her hair and then she was all set. Uncle Edward arrived at 5 oclock sharp. And Aunt Emma got dressed and announced that she hadnt seen her sisters for a long time and wanted to come and visit them. Now this was strange, Mary had not been to Flowers Glen for long and she had heard Aunt Shirley saying that Aunt Emma had visited them just before Marys arrival. Well maybe Aunt Emmas idea of a long time was not really long! Uncle Edward did not smile when he saw her he wore scowl on his face as if someone had just made him angry he shook hands promptly and they set of He had dark brown hair and pale blue eyes Mary had not seen eyes so blue before it was like but she noticed something it seemed that Uncle Edward was really making an effort in not being nice to her she could swear that if it hadnt been for his pride that he would have been very agreeable and even lovable but no such luck. Mary didnt think anything about what was going on, she just was thinking that her mom had worn her dress before. How it smelled like her. She tried to imagine her in them but this time her imagination didnt help. She couldnt be forgetting her mothers face could she? You know what Haley? That was Aunt Emma. During the ride neither she nor Uncle Edward had spoken. What? Mary asked suspiciously. This ride reminds me, once your mother and I rented a car in a country I dont quite remember the name of. You know your mother could drive.( Mary hadnt really but it didnt matter to her) we were going to another town; you would just die if you had seen the scenery. There were high tall hills stretching one after the other. They were a mountain chain as far as I could tell. They were all covered with trees. You can't imagine, they were following one after another after each bend in the road was a different view and it was all green. I thought the fairies must have touched it, they must have. They lived in it, I was sure of it and I am sure of it still. And along the road at times I could see patches of land in front of these forests which were farmed on. They wore a lighter color of green I can't describe it. The hills far of looked blue, they too were covered with trees. Your mother called that road the forest hill road. The hills seemed to call you to them the fairies sang to welcome you. We caught our breath at every bend. There was magic, real magic Haley, genuine magic. I was so sure we would run in to a leprechaun and what fun it would be to convince him to show us his gold Ed here now he always laughed at our notions Dont fill the childs head with so much nonsense. You're giving even me a headache. Was Uncle Edwards cross remark Talk to her yourself then Edward if your so clever. I will when I feel like it! It seemed that aunt Emma and Uncle Edward could not agree on anything. Mary thought how can people as nice as Aunt Emma and Uncle Edward, be so proud? "Doesnt it hurt to pretend to be so mean Uncle Edward? I know you're not that bad I know a good soul when I see one so why bother?" "Pretending is it now? As Judy Plum would have said now listen here young lady I am in no mood for your jokes" "I'm not joking I just know you're not like that" "Then what am I like missy?" Mary could see a kind of twinkle in his eye "Well I think you believe in fairies too just as Aunt Emma does your not twins for nothing and I know that you just try to hide it because you have gotten used to it and think that a body cant change the first impression he has made on people why did you start? I'm guessing you didnt want the other boys think you a softy and I am sure that you are not as strict as you let everyone believe that you are softy when all is said and done" "Is that so?" but he was laughing "She's got me beat Emma this niece of yours has got me beat she sees right through me or she thinks she does you for one know what I can be like at times but even if you do I tell you I do not believe in the green folk yes I get raptures when I see or even here all that Emma says and I see beauty but fairies is something I never managed to believe in youre a Murray for all I care and thats what I like about you if you had been a Dean I dont know if I had any use for you I dont seam to be good at getting along with any who are not of my lot dont know why but thats the way things are with me" "Maybe its because your too much occupied with your own lot to notice anybody ells and you know people like to be noticed once in a while" "And there's a head with some sense for ye Emma something you never learned to get" "Sense is not something you get Ed it something your born with you either have it or dont but I dont think myself totally lacking in it as you suggest." When they got to Flowers Glen, they found the house decorated and it was shining bright. At the front door there was a sign that said: Happy birthday Mary! For a few seconds Mary couldnt figure out what was going on, especially when she saw that the sign said Mary not Halley! So thats the reason behind the scowl on Uncle Ed's face cause Uncle Ed he was from that day on and a good old uncle at that. Aunt Shirley ran outside and hugged her and wished her a happy birthday and said Dear Mary, happy birthday, we had planned for this day from weeks ago! Why are you looking at me like that? You didnt think well forget a day so important? Also we have planned a ball at the end of the night. Oh look, you look so much like your mother! Every one was there, Susie and Ned, Kelsey Tippens, Paul Franks, Gilbert, even Jane had sent her a cart and a scarf she had bought in France! This is what her card said, Dear Mary, every thing is fine here, we are having lots of fun in Europe, happy birthday and I hope youre having as much fun as I am! Something in Janes letter made Mary shiver all over. Her handwriting seemed a bit different than before, it seemed her hand was shaking while she was writing it. Diana couldnt come Mary was glad not that she didnt like her but she just didnt want her there with Paul at her birthday. Susie and Ned had given her a beautiful ribbon to do her hair with, and Diana Ray had given her a statue of a fairy, Paul Franks had given her a new dream book. But the best presents of the day had bean from her aunts and also from Gilbert. Aunt Shirley had given her a beautiful silk dress, which her mother had worn in her wedding. Gilbert had given her the book Mistress Pat written by Montgomery, more importantly he had given Mary useful information. You know what I found out today in town Mary? he had said when they were walking in the woods before the ball started. When Mary shook her head he said, Some one told me that your aunt Edie was once in love! With Fredrick Trent but she had said no when he proposed and when he asked her why she couldnt give him a proper answer! What are you crying about Mary? He said to Mary suddenly seeing that she was crying. Now this was not like Mary. You know this dress used to be my mothers and today every one has been talking about marriage and also telling me how much I look like her and how she used to be and how she used to act I thought of when dad and mom got married. And you know what I miss her. And today when I tried to remember her I had forgotten how she looked like. I feel I wasnt loyal to her. Mary do you think your mother wont be upset by seeing you cry on your birthday? Come the balls starting. Would you give me the honor of dancing with me? Mary thought about what Gilbert had said a long time before she went to sleep that night. They danced till their feet aced but something happened that spoiled all the fun for her she was dancing with Paul but he was so upset she wanted to smooth that frown off his head how dear he looked tonight. "What's the matter Paul? You seem out of sorts?" "Nothing it's just I miss some one so!" He sighed. Mary's heart sank she knew he was thinking of Diana no sense in her asking who he meant but what should she say she couldnt bear to see him so upset so she tried to comfort him "You'll see her when you get back home" "No she's going to her aunts for a weak oh Mary I wish she was here now" Mary was trying to seem indifferent or at least caring she should not let Paul suspect anything, of that she was sure but how well she succeeded only God knows but Paul left the party thinking what a good friend Mary was. Chapter ten: Dad? ...Uncle? Gilbert Blythe was walking to the woods one summer day; it was a week after the big birthday party and a sunny day. He was lost in his thoughts something was not right about Mary at her birthday she had danced with Paul most of the night but that was not what was bothering him well maybe a little he admitted, but what he had noticed was just a glimmer a shade of unhappiness in her eyes when she was looking at Paul Paul had not noticed of course he didnt he never saw these things but Gilbert was quit sure that Paul himself must be the cause of it he had danced with a cheerful Mary before he gave her up to Paul but what could have he said that should upset her so not that he had time to think about it all weak it was the first spare minute he had had in days Suddenly Gilbert bumped in a tall man! He had bright brown eyes like Marys and Brown hair that had some strips of gray in them and he was tall, very tall. Excuse Me, The man said after Gilbert had apologized. Can you show me the way to the house of Mr. Rogers? Gilbert was amazed, who could this man be? And why dose he want to see Mr. Rogers or in better words his father? Sorry sir, but May I ask who you are first? the man looked slightly taken back then he said, I am Fred, or I better say Fred Rogers! What! Uncle Fred! But we thought you were dead! Said Gilbert. No I wasnt! I was held prisoner in the war and I have just bean released. I know that every one thought I was dead and I am so sorry about that, I have bean searching for my family for about a year now but I havent bean able to find them yet I thought I would come and see Fillip and then go on with my search. So your Fillips son! Charley if I am correct? How youve grown the last time I saw you, you were a baby. I hear you have two brothers right? I cant remember their names though. So youve heard of me? I am not Charley Uncle Fred! Charley and my mother died years ago. I am Gilbert and my younger brother is Frank. And yes my father has spoken a great deal about you. He changed his name to Blythe you know. He said you had changed yours too. Do you really write Uncle Fred, and were you really a captive in the war? I didnt believe dad when he said that you published your first book when you were fifteen, did you really do it? Wow slow down with your questions. So Hanna is dead? Oh my I really do miss her; I can understand how Fillip must feel about it. That woman new more than all the people I ever met. You could discuss any thing with her and she really liked my books. I used to read them to Fillip and she listened in. Oh the fun we three had at times But back to your questions young man I really did write, and my book was published when I was fifteen. Oh and I was held captive in the war; lost my way when I was going back on my post, next thing I knew I was in enemy lines and was being dragged away. You look a little like me I dare say. Oh and I should say this for you, youve got your mothers chin! Be proud of it lad, its the chin of a wise person youve got. Now tell me where this brother of mine is? We live at the edge of the forest Uncle Fred. Come with me. Then Gilbert faced a tree, See you latter! he said. What? Uncle Fred inquired. Gilbert blushed. Sorry, I was just talking to that tree. You see this friend of mine well we make believe this is her grandmother! She dose not have any family you know! I dont know. But it was very wise of you; both of you. Which one of you thought of such a great idea? It would be a great subject for one of my books and I can tell you the person who thought of this idea will be good writer some day, I can feel talent when I come across it. He or she has a great imagination make no mistake about that. It was her idea. Gilbert said this aloud, inside he thought, let Mary hear this! As they passed Trees Heart, Uncle Fred made Gilbert stop again. This place is wonderful, dose it have a name I hope not I want to be the one who names it first I wonder why I dont remember seeing it before? Let me see Trees Heart will do perfect dont you think? Gilbert fell down with laughter. What the heck are you laughing at? Sorry, but I think its right they say that writers all think alike. This place has already got a name. My friend named it. Guess what the name is? I have not an idea son. Trees Heart! That friend of yours sure seems to be my taste of a friend! Youre so lucky to have a friend so like your friend. Be sure to introduce me to her, she seems to be a girl after my own heart, as Andrew Stuart once said to his daughter! They reached their house. Gilbert opened the door, and led Uncle Fred in. Gilbert Blythe how many times should I tell you to come home in time to make lunch, dinner or anything that is your turn to make? Sorry dad I saw Uncle Fred on the way, and it took us a while to get acquainted and to come back. Very funny! So you think my coming back funny eh old man. I always knew you laughed at me secretly now I can make sure of it! That dose sound like an imitation of Fred, Gill. How on earth did you know he talked like that? Come and see for yourself dad! Oh my lord, Fred! ... What on earth. Your wife wrote and told me you were killed. Old man you are a double crosser, and I am not making a mistake about that. Why on earth didnt you let me know you were living? Wanted to keep me away eh? Not by a jarful. I was a captive in the war bro; I can tell you wish you were in my place just by looking at you. By the way do you know the address from which my wife sent you that letter? I have not succeeded in finding my family yet. It was from Australia if I remember correctly. I have the letter, but I didnt keep the envelop. I wrote back once but the letter was sent back to me. I thought theyd changed houses or something anyway I couldnt track them down and I didnt keep the envelope. And I guess they werent able to find me either me changing my family name and all Let me go get the letter though. This is what the letter read when Fred looked at it: Dear brother in law Fillip I have just received terrifying news that my husband or better known to you your brother has been killed. No other information is at hand at present and I am not able to search for him or his remains for I am expecting a baby soon. I have left the job undone to be perused in the future. Although I have not had the honor of knowing you personally I send you all my love and best wishes. As my husband said last before leaving me: "Life, deal gently with her . . . love, never desert her," I think this was meant for you too. Your sister in law Susan M. D. Ill help you look for her latter, now tell us old man what did you change your name into? You might ask why I am not describing these people but I assure you that this is a delicate task and I will attempt to do it latter. Back to the conversation: Oh, I changed my name to Dean, he said that with a grin which faded away as quickly as it came because he heard a gasp behind him. Whats the matter Gilbert, you dont like my new name or you just got a good pinch from that brother of yours? Um! Uncle Fred, did you tell your wife what your real name was? Yes I did but I dont think she cared much why do you ask? Ill tell you after a few more questions. Dad how long ago did you get that letter from Mrs. Dean? Well, let me see, if I am not wrong fifteen years ago. But why are you asking? Just a sec dad, fifteen years fifteen years she dose look like him it all fits What fits? the too men had lost their tempers. Mary Dean, dad. She is fifteen, remember that? And she has come form Australia and she looks like Uncle Fred and she has never seen her father, her mother had told her that he had died in the war! Oh Lord! Was all Uncle Fred could say at the moment then he asked, What dose her mother look like? I never met her; she died two weeks after they moved in their new house. But I know the names of her sisters if it helps! Say them Emma, Ellie and Eddie she also has a brother named Edward. Uncle Fred sat down and held his head in his hands. After a few seconds they heard a small gasp say Susan and then a stream of tears. Mr. Blythe led Gilbert and Frank into another room, they let Fred Dean alone for about fifteen minutes and set out to work to make every thing ready for dinner. Now what Fred thought in that fifteen minutes nobody knows for he never spoke of them completely but you may be able to think what he thought only if you have lost your wife whom you have loved so much. I dont think you can consider his feelings if you havent for it is not possible to imagine what strain it is to loose a loved one. Uncle Fred recovered from his shock or pretended to have recovered by the time dinner started. He even ate a bite or too although they were forced in. What did you say was the name of my child? they had all cleaned up the table and now they were sitting in the living room, both Gill's dad and Uncle were smoking pips. Uncle Freds voice didnt have the least bit of feeling in it. Mary Rose Dean Was Gilberts reply, his voice too was without feeling, he didnt like the way uncle Fred spoke. He had been so enthusiastic about Mary and her mother at first but now he didnt seem to care at all. Maybe it was because Marys mother was dead he had cared for her but he hadnt even seen his daughter so why should he care. Hey old man how about a little walk? Asked Gills father. Uncle Fred will you tell me a story before I go to bed? This was the first time Frank had spoken since dinner. Of course but how would you like it if I tell you one tomorrow night? Ok! For the first time Gilbert looked straight into his uncles eyes which were gazing at Frank. He could see the deep pain in them but deep behind this shadow he could see the love with which he was looking at Frank. That was when Gilbert decided he really liked Uncle Fred. But still he did not get it he expected him to pepper them with questions about Mary to somehow betray some kind of love for her he could love Frank whom he had never seen before and who was only his brothers son so why couldnt he love his own daughter?" Fred I know how you feel about Susan I felt the same when Hanna died. No, you dont know Fillip, I thought I knew how you felt about Hanna when Gill told me what had happened to her but when I found out Susan was gone neither of us can understand the other in this matter. They were two different women loved by two different men. But I know one thing I have a daughter and I will try to love her. That name of her makes me love her already, you know I chose it. I mean I didnt know the child was going to be a girl but I told Susan that if she was a girl to name her Mary Rose. And I thank her for doing that. Remember I told you people always live up to their names? No matter how much you try to change them and find a better name, none seem to suit them better than what is already theirs. Thats why I wanted my child to be Mary Rose; I hope she has been able to manage to live up to the name I gave her. Now Fill, will you please go and call Gilbert to come hear I want to ask him something. Uncle Fred Said Gilbert as soon as he had come out, I want to say that I know how you feel about Aunt Susan but Mary really needs you I know that for a fact. I went to her birthday last week, shes miserable. Shes been miserable from the time her mother died. She doesnt know it but its quiet clear when you look into her eyes as she speaks. Gilbert, I dont want to sound fatherly or anything but I just know that things are going to change for the better; I promise they will, I really feel it. By the way where is Mary now? Shes living with her aunts now. She lives with them in the summer and with Mrs. Crimple in the other seasons. Who is Mrs. Crimple? She used to be their neighbor before Aunt Susan died. She had asked Mrs. Crimple to watch Mary she didnt want to ask her Aunt Emma or Uncle Edward and her Aunt Shirley and Aunt Ellie were to teach school during the term so they couldnt take care of her. You grew up here before maybe you know her, her name had been Elizabeth Hacker before she married. I know I have heard it beforewhy didnt Susan ask Emma I'm amazed she loved Emma so much and Emma her for that matter if she should decide for anyone to look after Mary I would have thought she would ask Emma." "Well its a long story but you should know that they had not spoken to each other since Mary was born they didnt like the name you picked for her or something" "I seeall Ed's doing if you ask meGilbert when Mary comes home I dont want you to tell her I am her father I want you tell your dad that. I want to make sure that she needs me and wouldnt get shocked too much when she hears who I am. So I want you to introduce me to her later as your uncle Fred, OK? Fine Mean while what was happening in Flowers Glen? Mary was trying to bear the tragedy of the birthday party She took a walk the day after, thinking everything through Paul loved Diana that was clear enough She loved Paul so what should she do about it? She could try to set them apart but no she would not do that for the world all she wanted was for Paul to be happy and if he would be happy with Diana so be it but what should she do? How was she to bear seeing them together she knew one thing she should learn to love Diana more than she used to why? When she had first thought on what she could do the result was that she could avoid their company for the rest of her life but that was impossible for a lot of reasons first of all they were friends and how was she to end a friendship so abruptly secondly even if she did try to see them less they still went to the same school so seeing them at times was inevitable then again she didnt want to stop seeing Paul she loved him she would rather see him at times when she had the chance than to not see him at all and she would be able to make him happy in little ways that she could manage yes she must not stop seeing them but she knew she had to for a while until she got used to the idea of it all she had to go on step by step and love Diana she must Paul would appreciate that But something remained unsolved what did Paul see in Diana that she didnt have first she thought of beauty but she was a lot prettier than Diana was so something must be wrong in her character She went to her room and brought a notebook in front of her she wrote in the first blank pages: "I Mary Rose Dean solemnly swear to change all my bad characteristics until the end of next month." She moved on to the next page she wrote in bold letters on the top of the page: What I like about myself: my looks I am kind and I love people and I like that I like my imagination I am clever in my studies I know how to write What I dont like about myself: I am too much dependent on other people I care for my studies too much I am a little bent I talk a lot I say things to people which I wish I hadnt a lot I hate Diana So what should I do about all these? I should start and improve myself first by removing my faults then I will try and add some things in my characteristics in myself that I think will improve me but I have to take it step by step I think I will start with number one and go on from there I will write the results in this notebook. So the dead line of this week is to try to be less dependant on people and try not to think about Paul as much as I used to. Early in the morning of the day that Gilbert had met Fred on the road, someone came at the door to the Blythe house. Gill ran to the door since Uncle Fred and Frank were still sleeping and he didnt want the sound to wake them up. Mrs. Crimple! Hi! What are you doing hear at this hour of the morning? Is your father home? I really need to talk to him. Ill go and call him. Mrs. Crimple and Gilberts father talked for about half an hour. When Mrs. Crimple had left and Gilbert and his father had set the table and Uncle Fred and Frank had woken up. Mr. Blythe said that he had good news. What? said three different voices as one. Fred, Gill has probably told you that Mrs. Crimple takes care of Mary. Uncle Fred nodded. Well, her husband is ill at the moment and she came hear to ask if Mary could come hear and be with us until she comes back. What did you say dad? Asked Gilbert feeling exited. Of course I said yes. Fred your plan couldnt work out any better! Mary was packing her trunk when Aunt Shirley came in with a telegram from Mrs. Crimple. Mary knew that Mrs. Crimple didnt like to use the telephone so she was not surprised. Dear Mary Stop. Mr. Crimple is ill, stop. I have to go and nurse him stop. I have talked to Mr. Blythe stop. He said it is ok for you to go to their house until I come back Stop. Gilbert will pick you up at the station stop. I hope that you will have fun stop. Mrs. Crimple Mary sighed; she missed Mrs. Crimple and was looking forward to seeing her again. Au well living with the Blythe family wouldnt be so bad, she and Gilbert could study together and she knew that their house was near the forest and she liked that idea. And on the bright side she wouldnt have to see Paul, if he would have sense enough not to come there. Gilbert picked her up at the station. Mary had had a tearful separation from her aunts and the stains of her tears still remained on her cheeks. I see you have been crying? Said Gilbert critically as soon as Mary was off the train. (What would Uncle Fred think if he seas those traces?) He thought to himself. Oh! Dose it show? Wait till I go wash it of. "You know my Uncle has come home, he is going to live at our house while you are, you dont mind do you? No! Of course not it's your house and you have the right to invite guests. But wait a sec I thought people said your uncle was dead or something of the sort I can't quit remember what Jane said about him "Yeah we were surprised when he showed up too; we all thought he was dead guess not! He tells us that he had been a captive in the war." Mary stepped in the Blythe living from the front door, Gilbert had gone to put the horses in the stable (they had a car but Gilbert was not aloud to drive it.). There was a dim light flickering at the end of the hall and she could see a figure of a man on a chair beside it. The man stood up. (How tall he is,) thought Mary. But I like that hair of his, I like brown hair that has a dash of white in them, they make the person look old but not too old wise but not too wise he has some shrewd look about him not shrewd shrewd but something like that she didnt know what other way to describe it he had some friendly lines about his eyes Mary suspected that they would give his smile a friendly air. She smiled her friendliest smile at him. Good morning maam. You are the beautiful present the day had promised to send me if I am not mistaken? I knew I would be lucky today. Oh! So now you are wondering at what I am saying eh? Do you know who I am I mean I know you havent seen me before but has Gilbert said anything about me? Or do you want me to introduce my self? But dont you feel something in the air something as if we had known each other before few people give me the sensation Gilbert for example I knew he had my blood in him before we even spoke you know what I mean? The man looked at the floor, he had looked at her only for a second and then had looked away, but Mary could swear that she had seen his eyes go misty. I am Mary Rose Dean sir. And I think you are Mr. Fred Blythe if I am not mistaken. I have seen Mr. Fillip Blythe once before and I am sorry to say that he dose not look like you at all. As for the other things you said I totally understand and for what its worth I agree. Not a bad guess for a beginner! This time he was looking at her and she could see his eyes laughing with amusement.(I like to make those eyes look like that) thought Mary. Well, I should ask why you are sorry that I dont look like my big brother. I think I am reasonably good looking compared to that old man (Look whos calling who old) Thought Mary. (Mr. Blythe hadnt had any white hair when I saw him. But I really did mean that I was sorry he didnt have any white hair and Ill say what I think) I dont know about your being good looking sir but I meant what I said as a compliment to you. Oh then I thank you! Said Fred Blythe thinking (So this is my girl, she looks like me I admit. I hope she doesnt notice it as I have, and she is witty, too witty, I hope I can think up good answers or shell think I am dumb. Oh and look at her eyes! Gilbert was right they are miserable, Ill make them laugh. Yes thats my job) Uncle Fred, dad said that I should cook, so will you stay with Mary so she wouldnt be board? Gilbert realized he was in time. Uncle Fred as it seemed was not a good actor at all, Gills father had said that his brother Fred was the best in hiding his feelings, well Gill thought maybe he hadnt noticed it showing. Gilbert could clearly notice the affection in his eyes, but he was relieved to see that Mary had not. She was too busy taking the place in You can cook? Asked Mary incredulously, she didnt know how to cook and she was a girl. Mrs. Crimple liked cooking so much she didnt want Mary to help her and Mary liked to learn but didnt know who could teach her there were some things she just couldnt get herself to ask Mrs. Crimple and this was one of them. Ill ask Gill latter. She resolved. Of course I can cook. In a house that there is no woman and there is on the other hand three hungry men, and considering the fact that dad works I have to know how to cook. After Gilbert had gone Mary and Fred looked at each other. Why dont you sit down Mary? Youve been standing near that doorway ever since you came! Ok! Thanks Um I hope you like me calling you Mary; I see that every one calls you that. Of course I do, you know my mother used to call me Mary Rose but I dont like any one else calling me so. I really like Rose better but I dont look like a rose as far as I know so I will just spoil the name. I hope that you wont laugh at me for saying this but I think people should be born to their names no name can be put on them it would be a disrespect to nature well maybe not nature but people live up to their names and if you change it they have to work all over again to live up to their new name. Now Mary Rose is my name and that is what I should be called but I dont think that Mary would be so bad. I hope you dont mind my saying so Mr. Blythe but I think that your name dose not suit you. You know by the name Fred one would think that you should be a serious man wearing a suit and a tie and it should be difficult to talk to you. Then she thought, (Why did he look at me like that when I said mother called me Mary Rose? I am sure there is nothing wrong with that is there? How he smiles at my dreams, but its an understanding smile as far as I can make out, and I like it.) (Oh, she is a daughter after my own heart all right. Oh how I wish I could hug you dearest, oh look at her lips their so much like her mothers. And how she thinks what I think. Look up, look up my dear daughter let me see those eyes of yours looking into mine, I can see you like me, but can I be a good father to you? Let me try you.) Mary looked up just when Fred was thinking, she saw his admiration for only a second, for Fred Dean had a great ability to cover his eyes with a shad when he needed to hide his feelings, just in time. Hey I think Rose becomes you just fine, your soul is even prettier than a rose and I am not a bad judge of souls I tell you. I will call you either one when I feel like it how about that? By the way what name dose suit me if Fred is so bad? But I dont agree about what you said about what my name brings to mind I mean Fred should be jolly person not too much obedient of the rules and a bit scandalous Would you mind calling me Fred then? Id like that just fine Mr. Blythe. I can see you really are a kindred spirit. Mr. Blythe, I like you! But about the name, I dont think anyone but your self can think of anything better. I still think Fred a bit weird for a person like yourself whatever it brings to mind. You know your self better than I dont you think? (Yes! This girl knows what shes talking about. I know what is a better name for me dear its dad. And I think thats what youll think is suitable for me. I am just sorry itll have to wait.) I can't think of a good name right now either but I kind of am fond of my name still. And its an honor that you like me and I am glad to be able to say the same thing about you too Miss Dean. And suppose you call me Uncle Fred, I know I am not your Uncle but I think I would make a fine step uncle for the time being at least. Mind if I smoke? Seams you have an old Contemptible yourself! Ah, I can see you're fond of Andrew Stuart. I can't see anything wrong with it, so dont blush so. Once someone told me the worst crime you could attempt is to be ashamed of your dreams. So from now on this pip of mine is going to be called the old contemptible junior! "I think I'll call it junior its much friendlier" The next day Gilbert and his father went to town to buy some things and Frank went out to play with his friends at the other end as he called the other side of the forest. Mary sat at the kitchen table writing. She knew that Uncle Fred was upstairs and so it was quit ok for her to do so. What she wrote was a small dream of hers, maybe you would disagree with me after you have discovered the contents of the article but I think this dream was one that all children think of when they reach Marys age. As Mary was writing, Fred came down ever so softly as not to disturb any one. He stood at the doorway for a second and looked at Marys head bent on her paper, then he cleared his voice. Oh Hi Uncle Fred! I thought you wouldnt be down until it is time to eat. Do you need anything? No! But thank you for asking. By the way what are you writing? Its nothing special; I was just board so I decided to write to keep myself busy. Can I read it? I am afraid youd find it childish but if you really want to you can read it. This is what the writing said: Home Sweet home Many times in my life I have wondered where my home is and where I would like to live when I grow up. Where is a home? Well I think it better to say what is home first. Because our definition of home effects our idea of home very much. Once I read somewhere that Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. This is true but not my idea of home, there are many orphans like me who at the houses which they live in they dont have to take them in when they have to go to it. (Oh darling, what thought is this you're thinking?) Once I thought home is where there is some place where they love you. This was what I used to believe in. but recently I have faced the fact that this is not true. For most people it is and I dont deny it they have Fathers to love them or they have mothers to do so or they have both but I have no one and there are many like me in this world. (You have one now baby, I love you.) But I think even these people have a home, home is where you love, it is where you feel comfortable. (This is not very good writing I admit but when I give her some training shell is one of the best writers ever. Shes trying to find whats troubling her. But I have a feeling this is not it. If it was she wouldnt be looking at me like that anymore. Things like this are forgotten as soon as they are mentioned.) I think this is not bad Mary! But the sentences, well at least some of them are not well chosen. But I think it is very good progress for someone at your age! Thank you Uncle Fred. Mary ever since I saw you at that door step I thought something is troubling you is there? I dont know! Many things, maybe! Said Mary looking at the floor. For sometimes I think I am so happy and I feel so happy but then something inside me says that I shouldnt be. I know I never can be very happy anymore. I can feel it. What makes you feel so? I had this feeling once not long ago (it was last night) but see I am now happy. Now tell me if you feel like it what is troubling you? Well as I said I am not sure but for one thing well I think Gilbert has told you that my mother is dead. Well I tried to remember how she looked like a few days ago, and I couldnt I just couldnt I know how you feel and I know what you should do. You know I was a captive in the war. When I felt sad I always remembered my wifes face and always gained hope, because I would see her again someday. But then one day I realized I didnt remember her face as clearly as I used to, I was scared and I felt I was being disloyal. Then I had an idea! I wrote what I remembered of her on the wall of my cell with a spoon. Each time I felt lonely I read it, I have it clear in my memory still maybe you should try it. And when you think your memory is getting dim remember her! Where is your wife now Uncle Fred? She has died, after I was let go I went to look for her, a year after I heard she had died. Did you have any children? I was going to have one when I left, and I know where she is now but I am not sure if shell forgive me for not being with her for so long! I think she will Said Mary thought fully. You know my father was killed in the war and I never saw him. But I know I would like it if one day he would be back. No matter for how short a time. And I dont care how he looks or how he is as long as he loves me it must feel great to know somebody loves you. Do you think if he could see me now he would like me? I know he sees you now Mary and I am sure he loves you more than any thing ells in this world. By the way what do you know of your father? I know that he was a writer and also that he was very good at reciting and his name was Fred just like you. I once asked mother what he looked like and she said that he had had brown hair and also he was a little bit too tall. I dont remember seeing such a man. But if ever it will benefit you I will be glad to act as your father. Thanks Uncle Fred, This meant a lot to me Mary gave Fred an awkward hug. "But you didnt tell me the other thing that has been bothering you" Mary blushed could she tell Uncle Fred about Paul no not yet "Maybe some other time, Uncle dear!" And she ran upstairs. (I can tell her!) That afternoon Gilbert and his father were not home yet but Frank had come and was in his room. Mary was reading him a story. When the story was done Frank said: Mary do you think Uncle Fred would take us to the upper brook if we asked him? I dont know. He might, do you want me to ask him? Yes, please. Ok! Mary went to Uncle Freds room and knocked. No one answered. (he has probably gone to take a walk) she turned and headed towards her room. (What if somethings gone wrong?) She decided to go back and check. She opened the door and looked inside, no one was inside but on the table was a book. She walked in the room and picked it up. This is what the cover looked like: Morning Stars Written by: Fred Dean (Rogers) (Thats strange, Uncle Freds changed name is Dean just like my last name and he is a writer.) Mary opened the book and turned to the front page this is what it said: You have all seen the stars at night, they wink at you and they shine bright but where do these stars go in the day... These amazing stars who make you wait for the dark to come so you can see them, can see you day and night, whether you see them or not. But there is one star you see at dawn and say farewell to at night and that is the sun. This novel is for a lady like the sun and for the love of God whom like the stars sees us day and night whether we see them or not. This book is for Susan Dean my beautiful wife who helped me see the stars at night. Fred Dean Susan? That was her mothers name! Suddenly Mary started to shiver. Some thing had just occurred to her! Chapter eleven: Where is Mary? Fred came home after a long walk in "The Jungle" he was struggling with himself to decide weather he should tell Mary the truth or not. He had finally decided that telling her would be the best thing to do. School would start soon and it would be more difficult to deal with the problem then. He looked around the house for Mary; there was no sign of her anywhere. The only thing he found was Frank; he had fallen asleep on his bed holding a storybook in his hand. Fred straightened him out and covered him with a blanket, and then he tiptoed out of the room. He knocked on Mary's door but nobody answered. Where could she be? Well maybe she decided to go for a walk since Frank had fallen asleep. I'll just go to my room and wait for her. Fred went to his room, he stood by the window. There wasnt much of a view, the only thing he could see was the branches of a tree that had grown a little too close to the house and Philip had found not worth the trouble to cut down. He remembered a passage he had read somewhere: 'Behold the young wild plum-tree which has adorned herself after immemorial fashion in a wedding-veil of fine lace. The fingers of wood pixies must have woven it, for nothing like it ever came from an earthly loom. I vow the tree is conscious of its loveliness. It is bridling before our very eyes--as if its beauty were not the most ephemeral thing in the woods, as it is the rarest and most exceeding, for today it is and tomorrow it is not. Every south wind purring through the boughs will winnow away a shower of slender petals. But what matter? Today it is queen of the wild places and it is always today Pines are the trees of myth and legend. They strike their roots deep into the traditions of an older world, but wind and star love their lofty tops. What music when old olus draws his bow across the branches of the pines--" What a beautiful picture it described, Fred had never seen a plum tree but as all writers have imaginations he was looking at one now and admiring it. It was then that his gaze suddenly drifted towards the bed. There he saw a book lying open. -thats odd I remember putting that book on the desk before leaving the room. He looked at the page that the book had been opened to and suddenly he knew what had happened. Mary had been in the room, surly nobody else could have been there since he left that morning, or maybe it had been Frank. What if Mary had found out? Now what should I do? I can wake Frank and ask him, but I rather not. Maybe I just forgot to close the book after reading it. But thats impossible; I remember clearly that I put it on the table. What would Mary do if she found out? Oh what a dope I was not to tell her. I hope shes alright. I can't leave Frank here alone, I dont know what that girl was thinking of leaving a child all by himself in an empty house, this only shows how upset she waswhy didnt I suspect this from the beginning I knew it was irresponsible of her to leave Frank so but then again I didnt know if she was a responsible person or not The best thing would be to wait for Gilbert and his father to come home, then we can think of something together or she might turn up herself. Fortunately for Fred, Mary had taken everything real calmly when the first shock was over she really began to enjoy the idea of having a father at lastbut it hurt something inside her was getting ready to burst she didnt know why she so much wanted to cry everything was fine it was like a dream had come true but why was she so upset and why could she not cryshe wanted so much to cry so why didnt it comeshe didnt want them toshe didnt want to show any weakness she had made a promise to change herself she began to think of all sorts of things but she was so lost in her thoughts that she completely forgot about Frank and strolled about "the Jungle". Really "the Jungle" was not very big but people who did not know it well easily got lost. Mary knew it by heart by then, or at least she thought she did, but she had not paid attention to the direction she was going and when she stopped she did not know which part of it she was in. All around her there were trees ten times her size and the more she went in each direction the more it seemed that she was visiting unknown territory. What should she do now? She could keep moving on turning at times randomly until by chance she should get out of this unfriendly place or she could sit there and wait, they would come searching for her and she would be easier to find if she would just stay where she was. She decided to stay there for a while and if nothing happened she would try to find her way back, leaving some marks so that if anyone came looking for her would know that she had been there and to follow the marks to get to her. Gilbert and Philip had got home and had heard Fred's story. It was four hours from the time Fred had noticed Mary's disappearance and he was growing more anxious as the hands on the clock moved on and no one appeared at the door. Gilbert was pacing the living room and Philip had gone upstairs to check on Frank. I think I should go look for her. She has had time to think things over and she should be ready to come home by now. This time I am really going to make her see what a bad habit it is to run of like this and make every one worry so! I can't just spend the rest of my life looking for her and wondering at what might have happened. Where is she now? Last time it was Fatheringay, before that it was Trees heart, she just never goes to the same place twice. I'll go and look everywhere I can think of. Uncle Fred you better stay here, if she comes home, which she might at any moment; you should be here to talk to her. Dad why dont you get supper ready until I come back. But Gilbert didnt find Mary any where, she was not at Tree's heart and neither was at the Sand River of Fairies, and she was not at Fatheringay; Gilbert was beginning to panic, this was not like Mary. Of course she had run of a hundred times before, but she usually showed up before dark and now it was practically 10 o'clock, there was utter darkness everywhere except for the main road and a small circle around some houses which the inhabitants were still awake. Maybe she had gone home. Gilbert ran back to find out. By then Mary had given up all hope of finding her way back, it was night and she couldnt summon up the courage to walk in utter darkness in so wild a place. She feared a hand was stretched out for her ever way she looked. She was spooked. The trees were like enemies in the dark to her she could see them move although they were still as rocks and she could hear voices in the utter silence what if witches really existed? What if ghost really came out of their graves at night? If she was in a normal condition she would have talked to herself or thought of some way to comfort herself. But she thought if she opened her mouth she would burst. That she would explode, that she could no longer hold the feelings she felt inside her and she could not bear their exposure, even to the darkness of the woods. She felt every fiber of her brain wanting to go in a different direction. Soon hunger began to seize upon her and every second that passed she felt it more and more. Why was she being punished like this? Meanwhile Gilbert and Fred were going out of their minds. When Gilbert reached home he discovered that Mary had was not yet there, and Fred finding out that Mary had not been found yet was beginning to panic. It was then that Philip finally took charge. Now Fred there is no reason for you to worry. This village is not that big. If Gilbert has not found her, then it means that she's somewhere in The Jungle, if she is which I can guarantee, under the circumstances I dont think we will have much trouble finding her. Gilbert you will stay here in case she comes back, if she dose, you will go to my room and fire the gun I keep there. Fred you will come with me take that lamp by the door with you and I'll take Gill's flashlight. Mary suddenly heard voices calling her, she tried to yell back with the strength which was left for her, soon she saw a light coming closer to her, she yelled again and soon she saw herself looking in the faces of uncle Philip and her father. Fred went toward her and hugged her to him. Mary hugged him back but still she did not cry she tried this time to she needed it no matter how strong people were they needed to cry sometimes but she had kept the tears in for so long that they would just not come. Philip didnt ask any questions it was a relief she was bearing everything so well. He wanted to scold but controlled himself figuring it hat been a hard day for the girl and she had not been very wrong in her reaction. When they reached home Gilbert was at the door waiting for them, when he saw them he went straight toward Mary, his hand went up in the air in a gesture that clearly said that he was going to strike her, but before anybody could do anything he seemed to change his mind for he caught Mary in his arms and held her to him. It was then that the lump finally burst out and Mary had a good cry, her head against Gilbert's shoulder. It was such a comfort to be able to cry at last Chapter twelve: Back to School Mary had had a wonderful time with her father in the past week and now she was looking forward to going to school and for the competition to capture the Shadows Sling scholar ship! She told her father all about what was happening with Paul and her notebook and all somehow it was not difficult to tell dad what was difficult to tell Uncle Fred. He was the one who brought it up They were prowling about, like two cats as Mary liked to say and Mary was showing him all her favorite places when they were met by Paul and Diana on the road Fred didnt say anything then but he sensed something. He didnt know what though Maybe it was because he was trying too much to know Mary and therefore watching her every move that it came to his attentionbut he would find out from herself. When they got home Mary went to her room she wanted to write about what happened in her notebook I saw Paul with Diana today as soon as I saw him I felt like I'd missed a step when I was coming down the stairs it felt so bad talk about me wanting to crush all my feelings for him tough luck I really have to try harder its not as easy as it looks and I dont want him to suspect anything I dont want to be that obvious oh crap he must have noticed something by now God why am I so weak?... It was then that there was a knock on her door "Come in?" "Hey girlin" "Hey yourself dad!" "So anything you want to tell your old man here?" "Like what?" "I donno I remember when I was "Uncle Fred" you were going to tell me something later so I wanted to see, is this later?" "It could be but its a really, really long story" "Well I have time if you have" Mary thought to herself I should tell him the truth he might find out and if he does he will be upset that I have not told him myself but how can he find out? I can just talk about something else oh what the heck I'll tell him he might be able to help meand who can one talk to if not to her own father? "Um I dont know how to say this along time ago I was a lot worried that maybe love only exists in stories that it doesnt really exist and that no one will ever love me and all that but then I loved someone or at least I thought I loved someone but it hurtsso much because" "Because he loves someone else?" "Yesand I'm not even sure that I do love him I mean I think I love him but" They talked a lot that dayMary never forgot it was so nice to sit next to dad and talk to him pour your heart out to him and he was so understanding he knew what you should do and how you should do it but he could not tell her if she really loved him or not "There are really no stable symptoms for love for all I know you may really love him I thought you should know that after reading all those books in Emma have you read Emma?" "Yes in Emma, she finds out about her love for Mr. Knightly from jealousyor in Daddy long legs or Anne of Green Gables they find out by seeing that they are loosing the person they love or in The Pride and Prejudice love gradually shows itself to them and in Mistress Pat she finds out about her love with a kiss so there is no sure way to determine that you love someone or not if you base it on what you read in stories you even might miss your chance when it comes to you by not seeing it there " The first day she came to school didnt seem that good and what happened made her put the notebook aside for a very long time. Mary, Gilbert, Diana and Mr. Dean walked to school together; Mr. Dean wanted to talk to Miss. Lawrence about Marys studies and Paul had said that he had work to do and would catch up with them later. You know Mary Said Gilbert. If we can't break this tying business we might both win the scholar ship. And then the person who gets in third place would not be able to use it. I just dont think its fair. "Well you dont know what the rule is if any body ties in the exam. Maybe another exam is held for the people who have tied or for the first three. Or maybe they just give out an extra scholar ship. We just have to hope for the best. After all we dont know if we are going to tie again." " This tying business of yours can make a great setting for a story, two people with minds exactly alike living in two different places of the world, they accidentally meat. Well lets make their personality a little rotten so when they meat each other neither could stand the sight of the other, then they realize that what they see in the other is exactly what they are themselves and try to figure out a way to improve themselves. I just need to figure out some more details about it. But you know if I didnt think it steeling I would rather like to write a book under the name of: the seller of dreams. I saw a man who sold dreams once." "Yeah right Mr. Dean!" "No I'm not kidding this man went about selling dreams he came in our neighborhood once he walked on sayingdreams dreams for sale a dollar a dream and some people though not many trusted him and tried itmostly children for its always easier for children to believe in magicstrange enough most of them got their dreams sometimes he didnt have the dream they wanted but mostly he had them all." "Mr. Dean how do you expect us to believe that?" "Because its true you see some people believed in fairy landssome believed in magic but whatever made them believe him they all got what they wanted after buying their dreams from him and there was a reason to it he told them they had to waiteach person had to wait a different amount of time it all depended on the dreamwhat he did sell them was the belief that they could reach their dreamspeople can do anything when they believe it possible the only thing is that some dream of things that are not meant for them that they cannot reach so these dreams our seller did not have but everything else he did and they all got what they wantedyou know it's all in the philosophy keep your eye on what you want and you will get it." "I know it's possible but I am willing to bet that you just made that up!" "Dont ever bet but yeah I made it up but it was fun though and possible!" "What is it about this family of ours? We all like to read Montgomery's story's I do, Gilbert dose, Uncle Philip, Aunt Shirley and now you dad." "Well you are the only one of us who reads them over and over and over again I've been with you for nearly a month and you have read The Blue Castle twice in this time. Have you tried anything else lately sweetie?" "Well I have read the Bronte sister's works and also I have read Daddy Long Legs by Jane Webster during the summer " "Well, you are wasting a lot of your time reading things twice and thrice you could read something different instead if you like old stories you can read Tom sawyer and Hackle Berry Finn by Sam Clemens better known as Mark twain. I bet you havent read Columbella and probably you havent read Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. The rest of us have read Montgomery's stories because we enjoy them very much but we do not over do it like you do. You should even try to read Shakespeare although you'd have to anyway for your English class. I dont like his work at all actually. I dont get why he's so famous. Well it might show that I dont know much about English literature yeah I know what you're saying to yourself "and he calls himself a writer" -but I do know that many of the works by other authors like Gone With The Wind are worth much more than Macbeth is or at least I enjoy them much more. Or maybe not it's just that I never got to understand Shakespeare's language it might all be for the different timeline like if I knew the customs of his time I would enjoy his books much better but to read " do you bite your thumb at me sir no sir I do not bite my thumb at you sir but I do bite my thumb sir" well let's say that it's just not one of my strong points... " They looked everywhere to find Jane but she was no where in sight. Maybe shes not back from her trip yet! Gilbert suggested. Kelsey had come to her and Gilbert during recess and had said to them: Oh it's such a pityYou must feel so awful What are you going to do after Jane dies Mary? You can't live without a friend you know. And you two were such friendsit's a sad business What! Jane was dieing? Mary looked slowly back at Gilbert; he looked as stunned as Mary! Something must be wrong, it couldnt be true. Jane was as healthy as any other girl in school. She was a bit tired looking the last time they had seen her but that didnt mean anything, it couldnt mean anything, could it? No, Uncle Fillip was in town last week and he hadnt said anything about it it was all just a terrible mistake Kelsey was just trying to get under her skin. After school they both went to Janes house but no one let them in, they begged and pleaded but still, Mrs. Haynes did not let them in. " Jane can not see you at the moment, she is terribly sick and the doctor has said that she must not be disturbed.".They walked home in dismay. Jane, Marys best friend would not be with her much longer! How she loved her, she didnt know how much she really loved Jane until now, now that it was too late to tell her. If only I had used the time I had with her better. If only I could help her some way. If only like Scarlet had said in the sequel to Gone with the wind, saying if only can break your heart just like it broke Marys heart then. Although no one found out, not even her father, the wound from this accident pressed on Marys heart until the day she died to join her dearest friend, the friend who loved her no matter what. Chapter thirteen: Good bye dear Jane Mary hadnt gone to school from the day she heard the terrible news from Kelsey- how she hated her-, she only went to Janes house, taking some flowers with her, she gave them to Mrs. Haynes. Jane still could not be disturbed she didnt like when people passed her giving her sympathetic looks what did they know of her feelings And they tried so hard to understand her too it meant a lot to her but she could not keep feeling that they had no idea what she was feeling it was like she knew that underneath they did not care as much and it hurt her to know it. Then after a week terrible news spread out, Jane Haynes had said goodbye to the world forever. They had not called Mary to say goodbye to her it had been 3 months since she had seen her she thought it so unfair at least she could have said goodbye Mary didnt want to go to Janes funeral, she could not see her friend go but she had to she owed it to her, Jane would want her to, so she went leaning on her father's arm the entire way feeling that if she let go of him even for a moment that she would fall, that she darkness would surround her and she would not be able to find her way back. Oh why could she not cry she had to "It's Jane's funeral I have to cry so why is it that I can't" she thought Oh why do I feel so empty"I always knew how Mary Dean had no feelings poor Jane she should have been more careful in choosing friends" Kelsey had said But Mary did not care what Kelsey saidWhen they went home she just sat at her bedroom window and stared outside, she didnt speak or eat, she only stared, and day and night she kept starring. Her mind was empty and she couldnt think she was looking at the brook with no feeling not a thought passed her mind. She thought she had to keep staring that the truth would not dawn on her if she kept at it. The last time she couldnt cry she had had a lump in her throat but it wasnt there now Why? Why could she not cry for Jane? Her whole body fought in rebellion to her death she couldnt accept it but she couldnt cry either. It was like her mind and body had gone with Jane, leaving her only her eyes to stare with. She tried sometimes to come back to conciseness but when ever she tried slight pain would start to rise in her and she would try no more in order to get rid of it and for it not to come back any more. She was scared, scared of coming back to the world. Scared of being able to love someone in fear of loosing the person and losing their love. What if someday there was no Paul? She had to stop loving him but she could not think of him then Now I understand what Anne Shirley had felt when Mathew had died. But I dont understand how she bore it. She thought when one of her efforts had succeeded to bring her back to life only for a small moment for her to think the past sentence. She had gone so far that her father was so worried he thought that Mary would soon end up like Jane! She didnt eat anything . When Paul, Gilbert or Diana came she seemed to listen to their comforts but that was it. She never answered or looked. But she did not hear them; she did not hear them once she thought she heard Gilbert's voice calling her name but she was dreaming that was another life Gilbert was not in her world now She just sat there. It was not an easy time for her friends either, they sat there and talked but they felt like they were talking to a statue. Once Paul managed to force some soup down Mary's mouth. He had to open it with his hands and then put the spoon into it. It was like Mary was incapable of feeling for the rest of her life. I might be able to do something Fred thought. So he went to her room and talked to her: You know what, if your mother were here, she would be very ashamed of you! You should be brave Jane would want you to be brave! Mrs. Crimple told me that you passed your mother's death well enough. Death will come to everyone. Ill die. Your aunts will die. You will die. If we were to turn away from the world like you have now then every single person in this world should be starring out of the window. Look at me darling I know how you feelI didnt see your mother for 15 years living only with the hope of finally seeing her and it was all thrown away when I found out about her death but I had to bear it for your sake and you have to bear this one for mine we are all each other has Now come down and eat your dinner. But Mary kept on staring. But her fathers words kept ringing in her mind, and if Fred had known how much damage his words would cause latter on he would never have forgiven himself. She could not take it out of her head that everyone would die Miss Lawrence came and spoke to her. Mary, listen. All of us know how you feel. You know when my father died I nearly killed my self. B ut I remembered that he hasnt left me. No one really leaves the person they love. Never. And if you're sure that Jane loved you as you love her... Be sure that shes with you, whether you see her or not. Whether you hear her or not and whether you want her to or not! But these words didnt have any effect on her, Mary just kept starring outside, she didnt cry or say anything just kept on staring. Even Gilbert didnt succeed in talking to her and trying to calm her down. He came to her and sat on her bed and kept talking, but still Mary wouldnt answer. But one day Gilbert had had it; he would not let Mary kill her self just because of Jane. He would not have it. It was far enough that he had lost Jane, his dear friend. He couldnt bear to loose another. All the pain that had been building it self in his chest since Jane's death was beginning to find a way out. He remembered the last time he had lost patience with Mary and was extra careful about his actions. It was not as if Mary was not a unbearable person, but a dream had kept on clinging in Gilberts mind, and that was what made him care for her so much that any harm towards her, even if it was her own doing angered him. Mary hadnt eaten anything for about 3 days now. So Gilbert said: You know what Mary? he was practically yelling at that time! You are not the only one who misses. She was one of my best friends too. But youre being selfish. You wanted to have her all for your self. You dont care if shes in a better place now or whats best for her, you only want her to be with you. And what is that except for selfishness? You have to be brave Mary, be brave. Thats what makes Jane happy. Do you think you can bring Jane back to life like this? Well you're wrong! You cant do anything to bring Jane back to life and you know it! It will only hurt YOU. Now will you come to yourself or not? If you dont I'll shake you until you do! And I mean it. And he did shake her Hard"Jane's dead Mary Jane is dead it is time for you to face it." Mary hadnt ever seen Gilbert so angry, but something in Gilberts voice shocked her! "Jane's dead!" the words rang in her head. It wasnt the anger, maybe the loud tone or the words that penetrated in her mind. She had shut out what dad had said and Miss Lawrence she hadnt even heard anything else anyone had said but this? It was just as if she had bean in another world and was forced to come back. She could not keep his voice out. She suddenly started crying, Gilbert left her alone, knowing that a good cry will bring Mary back to herself. He hoped against hope that she would. It didnt seemed impossible after all she had bean through. He knew that all the pain inflicted on her in the past two years had come to surface. Gilbert was right Mary did come back to her old self, but still it looked like she had lost some part of her character in the happening. One part, the most precious part she had lost the bravery to love. She kept a distance between herself and the rest of the world, it was like a protection shield that nobody was allowed to get through. But she loved Paul she could not stop loving Paul. "I'll teach her to love again." Fred promised himself. Chapter thirteen: College classes Three weeks later Mary was a bit more like herself, Gilbert had a great part in helping her. Paul and Diana tried their best but Gilbert was the only one who really understood how Mary felt, therefore the only one who could help her. Although Gilbert himself missed Jane dearly, but he tried to forget his own sorrows, for Marys sake. She had loved Jane more than he did and it was harder for her. Aunt Shirley and aunt Ellie also wrote to her and tried to help her in the situation. Aunt Shirley wrote: Dear Mary, Hi, I heard about Jane, I am terribly sorry about what happened. I am sure this is a terrible loss to you. But remember sometimes things just happen for the best. God knows when it's best to take one of his creations away. May be if Jane had lived a longer time she would not have had such a good life as she wanted. Whatever the reason you should always have faith in what God dose and thinks best and remember as Mrs. Lined always said in Anne of Green Gables, The sun will keep on rising and setting whether Jane is here or not! so its better for you to be happy. Jane would want that Say hello to your father for me Eddie Well, thats what Mary did; she started a normal life again, especially when she heard Miss. Lawrences enouncement. Miss Lawrence came in class one day and said, Class. It is time that you start thinking about what you want to do in your future if you want to go to college, be a farmer, open a bookstore or so I think you all know of the Shadow Sling scholar ship so I think it's high time we start preparing for it and you're college exams the rules are that you each take the exams for the college you want to go to and the person with the top grades wins the scholarshipSo we are going to start classes to prepare for the exams I think 2 to 4 hours after school should to it Now take out your English books. Mary was very exited the competition had started. But there was only one question had not been answered yet. Would she be the winner? On their way home with Gilbert, Mary said, you know what?" "What?" "I think Jane would have loved to be in the afternoon classes it's so unfair she would have made such a wonderful student." Mary, it's no use talking about what she would have been anymore I think you should stop doing that. Said Gilbert, But your right she would have bean a wonderful student, but now that she cant I think that we can make her dream come true by doing our best and make her proud of us. I guess Mary got dreamy again and left her friend mystified in looking at her. The notebook was again in use it was a great comfort to her to write what she felt and it helped her change a lot everyone felt the change in her and they all felt that it was for the better She was nearly always thinking of Paul now it hurt her so much when once she, Gilbert and Paul were going for a walk and then Paul said "I think Diana's going shopping today I should go and help her out." It kind of made it official it was hard on her she could not believe that it was so easy for Paul to talk of himself and Diana she felt that she was being abandoned. with that he had left them in a hurry but Mary told herself that she should be the thoughtful and understanding friend that if this was what made Paul happy she should be happy for him And she tried she tried hard but she could not help the lump which now was always in her throat. Chapter fourteen: College or home The year past quickly, none of the students realized how quick the days were passing before exams came! Mary was much more conscious of her love for Paul these days he was always with Diana now no time for her or Gilbert it seemed but to her amazement she was beginning to feel comfortable when they all were together she was even at ease when she was talking to Paul about Diana or he was talking to her about his Diana, as he had taken to calling her And all that she could do to make him happy was always done Paul thought that she was being too good a friend to everybody little does he know that it's only for him I do it all. Mary thought to herself but his attention to her was becoming smaller and smaller still every time Mary saw him her heart would jump but he didnt seem to see her except when he needed her Now Diana's birthday was coming Mary knew that Paul had no special plan for her he had told her herself She thought it strange but she knew that Paul had good reasons not to Mary thought that by giving Diana a wonderful birthday she could prove to them that she was their true friend and become closer to them this way Paul would count her as his true friend and would always trust her and why was this good? She could only think of one reason that if Paul thought her one of his true friends it was only then that she would be in his daily circle but it was pathetic she thought at times to be happy that he came to her instead of Diana to help him out with a math problem or that he trusted her with Diana's birthday party. Something he, himself should be doing. Fred had started on a new book; for the time being he did not have any money not even a penny. He was working as an assistant in the villages chronicle but he didnt make much. So he spent most of his time at night writing. Mr. Crimple had died and Mrs. Crimple had sold the house to Gilbert's father and had left to live in Dallas with her sister. So Mary had to take over the house work. That left her with even less time to study. She knew her father was trying to pay Uncle Philip for the house so the house would be theirs, and she knew that they could not afford to hire any one to help her. Some times Frank came and helped but not often because he too had to study. With studying and the housework on her hands Mary's mind did not concentrate on the work she did. She had learnt to cook and that was the only thing that she could do properly. For the other things like cleaning the house, Fred could always find something in the wrong place and jobs half done. But he didnt say anything thinking that all will be well if he just gave it some time and plus Mary was doing much more than she ought already. But Mary thought giving a birthday party for Diana at their house was out of the question first of all dad had to concentrate on his work second where was all the food going to come from? she hadnt told dad but she was cutting on the food budget a bit to save up Fred thought that she couldnt cook anything but these simple meals he didnt even suspect anythingso what was she to do buying a present for Diana was problem enough a little voice inside her said "Do you have to go through all this trouble? It's not like he would do the same thing for you someday it's not like he even realizes how hard a job you are doing or that he is willing to help you even one bit" but she kept resolute to hold the birthday she could not hold it at the hideout it would not be a hide out if everyone knew about it it hurt her to think about even the hideout these days Diana had come to share the room with her that once she and Jane had shared was it not enough for her to steel Paul from her did she have to try to take Jane's place too? But she scowled at herself for saying that it was not as if Diana had wanted Paul to love her and she herself had asked her to take Jane's place there she was being mean in blaming her and they were friends. She could not believe that she had sold out Jane just to get a bit closer to Paul she had not even been loyal to her best friend. And she even felt that she was somehow being mean to Diana not only was she jealous because of Paul but she was even faking her friendship with Diana she was sure that if it hadnt been for Paul that she would not be as friendly as she was now it was not like she would abandon her but she would just pay less attention to her she would try a bit less and let her do some of the trying but it was all so unfair to Diana who thought her honestly trying She would not deny that Diana was still one of her best friends the only problem was that she couldnt stop thinking of Paul when she was around her. And she could not help feeling like a jerk afterwards. Gilbert had not said anything on the matter this was another thing that bothered Mary Gilbert had refused to have any part in the whole affair Mary could not help but think that he had become distant over the past month. She could not understand why she had not said anything to hurt him true they did not have any of their old time chats anymore but how could they? They had so much studying to do and when she didnt have to study she had to work and so did he and Mary could not help adding that in the little spare time I have left I can't help wanting to think of Paul instead of going for a ramble with him he doesnt take it well though"I should talk to him" she thought. "After all he is my friend and he was so upset last time that nobody cared what he thought or how he was I think I should show him that he is not as unimportant as he thinks he is and if he doesnt mind I might be able to talk him into having the party at his place but no what would he think of me then he would think I am only trying to take advantage of him oh god what should I get Diana? Oh I know how about we buy something for her and then everyone could pay their share this way if we dont buy something too expensive and if we are more than say 10 people I think I could manage but I first have to talk Paul and everyone else into thinking it the best idea But first things first I have to go talk to Gilbert." So she went but Gilbert was not home "he's probably at the hideout she thought oh I have to be home soon to cook dad's dinnerI'll just have to talk to him some other time..." But it turned out she didnt have to when she got home Gilbert was there washing the dishes. "Hi! What are you doing?" "Hi! Washing the dishes as you can see!" "Uh! You didnt have to you know I'd do them after dinner you have to do a lot yourself without this already... I'd feel awful to know that I tiered you even more with my work" "Oh dont make it sound more than it is I just came and felt like helping you and Uncle Fred out a bit so I did So where have you been?" "At your place! Actually I was hoping we could talk!" "Sure! About what?" "Are you angry with me? I dont know why but these days I'm feeling that I've done something to upset you or something like that..." "Well yeah but it's not really important." "It is when it's affecting you're behavior so tell me what I did wrong and have it over with." "Ok well here it goesWhy do you let Paul take advantage of you so? Huh? And why do you let him treat you like this? I dont know if you have noticed lately but he says anything he wants to you he even sometimes really comes close to insulting you and yet you do nothing about it you should not let him treat you like that and why in god's name do you have to hold Diana's birthday? We both know that you have enough problems as it is you dont need somebody else's responsibility on your shoulders too" "Ok slow down I do all these things for Paul because he's my friend I would have done the same for you if I had to" "Right and would you have done it for me if I had treated you the way he does?" "What do you mean? I dont see him doing anything bad" "That's because you are too good yourselfor you want to play deaf to what he does I like to think it the first has he ever done anything for you? Huh?" "Well he hasnt had a chance yet you know!" "Has he even bothered to talk to you two sentences lately when he hadnt needed anything?" "He hadnt had time!" "Bullshit Paul Franks has all the time in the world if he would spare a second of it from Diana but no he has to be with her all the time" "Well he loves her what do you expect?" "Come on Mary, I know you like him but what do you think will come out of it huh? He won't come down on his knees and beg you to come to him he loves Diana or I certainly hope he does and you know that you dont have the heart to break them up thank god for that couldnt see you all beat up over that could I now no but putting the jokes aside I think that you should just get over it" "Why? What is wrong with everything just as it is?" "Hey were you even listening? Do you want to live your life like this every day thinking about someone who doesnt even care about you?" "He is my friend he cares about me" "Oh he does he? Well enlighten me where was this friend of yours when you were depressed two days ago sitting in the school backyard? Huh?" "Well where exactly were you?" "I was trying to give him a shot god damn it!" "Well maybe he didnt notice." "Yeah right! Half the school noticed and he... your close friend didnt very possible" "Oh! What's the matter with you? I am happy the way it is so why should you care? I dont mind?" "Oh dont you? You should look into the mirror every time he does something like that to you you should watch yourself when they are together in your presence it's eating you away you're not even yourself anymore not even in the smallest detail you used to like red your whole room is red and now look at yourself everything you have bought lately is bluehis favorite color. Tell me Mary cause I am really trying to understand you which part of this makes you happy. Do you think I really dont know how hard it is for you to hold this party for Diana? You really think I dont know that everything you are doing for her hurts you so much you want to scream? Well Mary Rose Dean I know and I think you're stupid." "Just leave me alone Gilbert just go" And he did he took his coat and leftMary could not help standing outside watching him as he went away there was a lump in her throat again but this time she could cry and she was crying why should everything be so complicated. Why should everything be this way? Next day Mary caught up with Gilbert when he was walking to school "HeyHey Gilbert waitPlease Gill wait I have to talk to you." "I think you said everything you wanted to last night dont you?" "Oh Gill dont be so nasty please just listen to what I have to say." "What do you think I am doing now?" "I thought about what you said and you were right in some parts I dont deny that all this is hurting a lot. But but the one thing I dont agree with you is that I think that if I love a person I should love him with no condition I should not want him to do anything for me or to love me back just his being should be enough for me and I think that that should be enough to be able to love someone is not that small a deal and I am happy to have that" "But dont you think he would take advantage of that" "Who says he has to know?" "Well, I just dont want you hurting so and I dont think he deserves all this one bit you dont know Paul Franks as I do but if thats what you want well who am I to stop you? But do you think this is enough I mean I totally agree with your definition of love although I find it really rare and likely impossible to exist except for your case and maybe one or two others but dont you think it is much more enjoyable to have someone love you for a change? To have all these things you said done for you?" "First of all how long do you think I have to wait until I have that? And second I would not be able to enjoy all that if I dont love the person doing them and what are the chances of that ever happening?" "High I would say again it's your decision." "Thanks Gill!" "So what have you done about the party so far?" "Not much really I just dont know what I should do about the place I thought of the present though I saw these pearl earrings at Mr. Geller's shop and I think if we all put in like 3 dollars we could get them for her if I can manage to talk everyone into it." "Well thats not a bad idea tell you what? Why dont we hold the party at my place? I'll talk to dad about it tonight and leave talking to Paul to me I think once he is in with the plan no one else would mind and if it doesnt rain we could hold a small after party in Trees Heart just you and me and Diana and Paul." "Why are you doing this Gill?" "What?" "Being so nice I mean. And helpful in something you so much disapprove of?" "Well we are friends arent we? And what are friends for remember?" The party went by really well Mary could not believe that she had pulled it off Gilbert had kept his promise and talked to Paul... and he had somehow thought it a great idea they had had their after party and they had even had a nice dance in it it was funny dancing to no music but it was fun Paul even danced with Mary once But it passed exams were creeping up faster and fasterit was now two weeks left to the exams Mary felt that she could not concentrate anymore on what she was studying out of stress she didnt know why but everything she had studied so far seemed to be washed out of her headit was like she was brainwashedwhen she wanted to remember something she found that she couldnt when she wanted to solve a math problem again she found that she couldntit was freaking her out she knew that she could not take it she could not pass the exam she would fail and not only loose the scholar ship but be the source of pity in town. And more over she could not go to college if she did not win the scholarship her father did not have enough money to send her to college and she could not ask him to either One day Miss Lawrence kept her and Gilbert and Paul after class "So how are you guys feeling?" "Pretty scared actually." Said Paul. "Going nuts but pretty good when all things are considered." Said Gilbert. "Terrible I dont seem ready in any of the subjects yet." Was Mary's answer. "Thought as much. Listen to me guys it's just an exam there is nothing for you to be afraid of. Mary I have never had a student so good in math as you are and Gilbert no one has half an understanding in biology as you do and Paul they will have some time beating you in physics so I just want you guys to lay off from studying in this last week you have left give it a rest you are all ready and I am seeing three winners here and I am ready to bet my life on it. You just have to give the rest of the work to god and luck thats all." "But I dont think I am ready." Said Mary. "I mean I know I have done my best up to this point and it is really enough for me to know that but I just dont believe that God would give us what we want if we dont work for it." "But you have worked for it sweetie and one more week wouldnt change anything except for maybe stressing you out." "Miss Lawrence how did you know that we needed this talk right now? And how come you asked only us?" said Paul. "Well it's just that the best students always get the most fearI expect it's because they have the greatest expectations of themselves. And well I felt that you could all use a bit cheering up you should have seen how green you three were in class today." Mary, Diana, Paul, Kelsey got on the train for Boston , Mary was going to try out for Boston's computer engineering she had only picked Boston so she could stay with she could stay with her aunts and didnt have to pay for her board if she got in. Paul was going for electrical engineering and Diana was hoping to get into English literature and Kelsey well she wanted to become a lawyer Gilbert wanted to go to medical school and he had gone to California. The exams also went by and now every one was waiting for the results, Mary and Gilbert always went to the post office and asked for the results but the results didnt come. But finally the answers came, as usual, Mary and Gilbert came in first for the scholar ship, Paul Franks came out second. Kelsey got in Law school and to Marys delight Diana did not pass the exam; she had to go on for another year at school! Mary and Gilbert and Paul all three won the Shadows Sling scholar ship. And now they were getting ready for a new summer. Chapter sixteen: Fright When Mary went back to flowers Glen, she found out that many things had changed and Aunt Shirley seemed sad. But still every one was looking and acting the same way, and Mary didnt pay attention to the changes much. Of course it was weird for her, she thought to herself she hadnt been there for a year and it took time for her to get used to being around them again Fred had liked the idea of her staying with her aunts for the summer for starters he thought that he would manage to get some work done on his book when Mary wasnt around it was not as if Mary was always in the way but still she did have a habit of walking in on him when he had finally got a good idea for and he would forget what it was after she had left him. And it was good to have her away from Paul for a while. But little did he know that he would regret this something would happen to Mary that summer that she would never be able to forget. Maybe it was the book she was reading she didnt know what brought the thought into her head but it was a horrible thing she suddenly saw herself in a graveand she began to shiver she could not but help thinking that she was going to die and she was really going to be in that grave that she was now only imagining what would become of her? She believed in God she was a good person but still.... From that night Mary was scared of sleeping aloneand every time she went to aunt Shirley's room and slept with her. After a week aunt Shirley started to worry and aunt Ellie was at the verge of it. They did everything they could to rid Mary of her fright it seemed that everywhere she went she was seeing ghosts she couldnt sit still at times afraid that she was going to die. Uncle Edward and Aunt Emma came and talked to her but it was no use. They sent a letter to her father and told him what had happened. He came to Flowers Glen and talked to her but it did not have any effect. It was just too horrid a picture to go away that easily at times she thought she should kill herself and have it over witheveryone thought that this would not do Fred thought that Gilbert might be able to do something after all he had helped her through everything till then. So they called on Gilbert and he came in a hurry to Flowers Glen, HE talked to Mary; he begged and pleaded reasoned and yelled but still no use. Mary was not just afraid of the dark she was afraid of being left alone she could see someone coming for her every time she was and would start screaming herself horse. Oh and she could imagine all sorts of things what if dad died Mary thought that she would not have enough nice memories of him what if Paul died? Or Gilbert? If Fred and Gilbert had been worried for her when Jane had died, this was ten times worse. But Gilbert had a great idea. The day after Mary woke up to see no one home she was quite fine at first she didnt think much of it after all it was daylight all she had to do was to keep thinking happy thoughts and she managed quite well But when nighttime came she started to worry, she was scared of the dark, and at that time she could imagine all sorts of Halloween faces. How was she going to go to sleep under these conditions? Where was everybody? Didnt they know that she was afraid of the dark? They should be back by now why had they left without telling her anything what if something had happened to them? Mary never forgot what went on that night. She was scared but still she tried to tell herself to calm down, she tried to take her mind of the subject but still every time she tried to imagine herself as Anne of Green Gables she'd imagine a ghost in the dark instead. Each time she imagined something new she suddenly looked outside in the darkness and then would shiver and get scared again. But what could she do? She was certain that she couldnt go to sleep that night but still she had to do something to make herself more comfortable, what ever happened she still was master of the house. The first thing she did was that she went through the house and closed and locked every door and turned on every light and then she started reading Anne of Green Gables but the story seemed to make her more scared than ever. Well, maybe if I talk to myself I might be able to calm myself down. Said Mary. She did and she did calm herself downfor a little while She seemed to hear noises everywhere creekcreek went the roof as wind passed over it Mary thought there must be someone up there clankclank it was only the tap oh my god I am going nuts but I will manage I have to be brave I am not going to let these things freak me out "Fear is the original sin." She said it over and over and over again. Oh it was better now she was calm she was not scared it was stupid to be so afraid of the dark" I think I'll go to bed" she thought but as she went passed the window as she was going to her room she saw a shadow outside she felt her heart stop beating she screamed she fell limb to the floor. The fact was that the shadow was only Mr. Dean coming to check on Mary and then he was leaving when Mary had seen him, but unfortunately he didnt hear Mary scream. The next day when aunt Ellie and aunt Shirley accompanied by Mr. Dean and Gilbert got home they saw all the lights on and not a sound came out from Mary when they called her. The doors were closed and no one answered when they called. They were all worried. Gilbert went around the house and finally he found a window open on the second floor, Mary had been too scared to check on the second floor. He took a ladder and placed it against the house roof; he went in the house and found his way to where Mary had fainted. She was still lying there with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes she said to Gilbert: I promise Gilbert, not to imagine anything that will make me scared again! "I know you won't" said Gilbert. "How come?" "I know you Mary you are a determined person all you needed was something to trigger you're determination... and last night did exactly that!" "You mean you all did that to me on purpose? How could you?" "I'm sorry but you really needed it." "Yeah you're right I guess when I was afraid before it wasnt all that bad because there always was someone there to calm me down but last night I had no one here with me and I was trembling with fright I couldnt have gone on the whole night like that if I hadnt deliberately put a stop to my imagination." "See! It all lies in the determination not to think about it if you dont want to think about it then you won't think about it." There was a knock on the door "Hey Gill is she alright? Let us in will you?" Chapter seventeen: Dear aunt Ellie One day when Mary woke up, she found aunt Ellie getting dressed. "Are you going somewhere?" Mary asked. "Yup! I am going to visit Aunt Lora in Dallas I will be back the day after tomorrow take care of Edie for me will you? She's been out of sorts lately try to cheer her up a bit." When a car containing Fred Johnson arrived Mary suddenly saw a tear drop down Aunt Shirleys face. When aunt Ellie left she suddenly burst out crying! Mary was surprised, she rarely saw her aunts cry especially Aunt Shirley, who hardly ever cried. Whats wrong auntie? said Mary going toward her aunt to hug her. Noting, it's just, you know what Mary, a lot of things happened since you left last summer oh I know Ellie is waiting for the right time to tell you herself she won't like it if she finds out that I have, but who cares you're Aunt Ellie is getting married Mary can you believe it? Married! Just like that and leaving me to God knows what to do. To?" "Dick Malson he lives on the other side of town he's a dork if you ask me I dont know what Ellie sees in him honestly what is she thinking?" "I think it's great I've seen Dick, he seems a good person if you ask me not at all like a dork honestly Aunt Shirley I dont know what you're so upset about she had to get married sooner or later and you should be happy that she is marrying someone so near what would you have done if she were like to go to Dallas or Boston or New York or something?" Well, Im sad because after your aunt marries Ill be all alone what am I to do when I go to Boston huh? Ellie got a job as a teacher right here in Lubbock and she is planning on staying which is only natural since Dick cannot and will not move and I am going to go to Boston all by myself knowing that I won't ever be able to marry and have to be alone for the rest of my life. I'm sorry auntie but I still dont understand...what's so terrible about it I mean for starters you won't be going to Boston alone at least for the next 4 years I will be coming with you you know and but who the hell says that you are never going to marry? You will find someone you love someday; someday soon and you too would get married. We all will. So why are you making such a fuss? Mary knew that it all had to do with what Gilbert had told her last year but she was not so sure and Gilbert hadnt told her the whole story so she wanted to hear it all from Aunt Shirley herself so she waited for her to say something hoping that when she did, she would say what she wanted to hear it was funny that she had said that they all would get married when she had complained to Gilbert of her chance being so much near zero but she wasnt thinking of that now. You're bound to hear it somedayespecially now that a wedding's on the way in the family I might as well tell you myself. You've never been in love Mary you dont know how it feels liketwo years ago Friedrich Trent asked me to marry him, but I said no. Did I love him? I wasnt sure I knew I liked him but what I didnt know was how much how was I to find out that I loved him or not? so I thought the only explanation to my hesitation for saying yes must be from the fact that I actually did not love him I was stupid even in that he loved me thats what every girl wants right? someone that loves her and whom she can respect and if not love but at least like back but I didnt think of thatI so much wanted to be like Anne Shirley that I said no. I thought he would come back I thought that if he did I would be ready with a reasonable answer that by then I would know whether I loved him or not but he didnt come I was right I did find out if I loved him when I finally gave up on his coming back it was then that I knew how much I really did love him and how much he had really meant to me stupid how we all makes the same mistakes that hundreds of people have done before us if we could for once stop thinking sentimental and use our headsat first I was so afraid that he might get married somehow knowing that he was not married comforted me we could not be the same old friends that we used to be something wouldnt let it be the same but him not being married was the next best thing I could get somehow it let me imagine; imagine myself with him and I was content quit content you're Aunt Ellie was always there when I wanted my mind diverted but now that she is getting married it's like I'm losing another one of my comforts and next thing I know he is going to be married too and what am I to do then? I know its all selfishness on my part but what do you expect from me?" Mary stayed quite after a while Aunt Shirley went to her room probably to cry some more thought Mary and then she started pacing the room "What should I do?" She thought. "I could try talking her into going and seeing Mr. Trent but she won't do it I should have learned that lesson by now I should have worked on fixing my aunts pride already and then I wouldnt have such a hard time of it she won't forgive me for messing with her business but I guess I have no choice his not getting married is a good sign he doesnt know that she loves him maybe if I gave him a hint its better than nothing I can't let her be miserable like that and when Aunt Ellie marries who knows how she would bear it?" A young man opened the door when she knocked. Hi there! He said. What can I do for you young lady? Id like to see Mr. Trent please, Mr. Friedrich Trent she added. "Oh God I'm going to make a fool out of myself but I am doing it for Aunt Shirley so get a grip already Mary!" Well he is standing right in front of you! At your service mademoiselle. For now at the very least. You're lucky I had a feeling a gypsy was about today we wouldnt want her getting to us now would we why dont you come in before she sees you? Mary thought the man was making fun of her but his face didnt show anything but kindness. Mr. Trent had light brown hair, brown eyes and a magnificent smile; he was kind. Mary liked her new uncle- to be- very much. For somehow she had faith in it all happening. I am Mary Rose Dean Mary introduced herself, I live with my aunts Miss Elli and Edie Edwards at Flowers Glen. I'm Susan's daughter. Something passed over Mr. Trent's face for a moment Mary had expected him to be surprised maybe startled but he was calm cool no surprise nothing just a grim expression where a few seconds ago had been a friendly mockery. Well, how are you Mary? And how are your aunts? Look at us we are still standing outside wont you come in? Thank youEveryone is fine, Mr. Trent I come to talk to you about my aunt Edie. This time he gave a start Is she alright? I heard people saying that she was out of sorts lately but I thought it was just because of Ellie's upcoming wedding Ed so much wanted to get married you know Oh... I didnt know that shes ok, it's just I came to tell you I mean I wanted to ask you about what happened between you guys "There is nothing to ask I loved her a lot and one day I was stupid enough to ask her to marry me I was stupid in thinking that she loved me back look at me oh well she said no I guess you know that much but it broke my heart the coolness with which she said it all I couldnt beer it so I left her and I've never seen much of her since." "Dont you think that she wanted you to come back?" "Why would she? She didnt love me; that was clear" Mary told Mr. Tent all her aunt had said. She tried to make him see everything from Aunt Shirley's point of view "I knew there was a gypsy about today are you sure you are not possessed by her? Something about today told me that I was going to be luckythank you Mary thank you so much" Edie Edwards hadnt been so surprised in her life! When the next day she was sitting on the porch drinking tea a car came to a stop in front of the white house they called Flowers Glen, and in her amazement Fredrick Trent came out of it! No one knew what happened or what they said that day but every one was amazed when Aunt Shirley announced her engagement to Fredrik Trent. Aunt Ellie gasped, uncle Edwards laughed he had came there to plan for aunt Ellies wedding and he was accompanied by aunt Emma who just frowned when she heard the news. But how was it all possible? No one had the slightest idea for Mary and Mr. Trent had come to the agreement of making it their secret. Mary smiled, I have an idea! she said, we can have both weddings at the same time, it will be beautiful, less expensive and much more fun dont you think? Thats a terrific idea what do you say sis? said Aunt Shirley. I agree, there's only one question left will you Mary Rose Dean be our bridesmaid? Chapter Eighteen: College starts The wedding went by quite well Mary was a beautiful bridesmaid in dark blue and Uncle Edward gave the brides away Mary spent the rest of the summer in Aunt Emmas house. They had lots of fun together they took walks in the afternoon and talked well Aunt Emma did most of the talking she would tell stories about her mother they took turns cooking dinner Aunt Emma was a horrible cook but her cooking did give them a laugh now and againMary enjoyed her time there very much But soon summer had past and on the last day of summer Paul and Kelsey came to take her to the station. Now that neither one of her aunts was going to be living in Boston Kelsey and Mary were going to be roommates, Kelsey had changed over the years and she and Mary had found that they could tolerate each other quite well, although they still had a lot of room for improvement. Gilbert had written to say that he had already gone to California and he wished them all a good semester. Mary was so exited she could not wait to get to Boston but still they had some hours to wait to get there so she took out Gilberts letter to read it again to keep herself busy since Paul was talking to Kelsey about what had happened with him and Diana during the summer and she was in no mood to listen Dear Mary Hi! I'm really sorry I didnt get to see you before leaving for California but I guess it was just as well I can't believe it's the last day I am going to be home can you? I dont know why but something tells me that the village is really going to miss us do you think it will Mary? I said goodbye to Marigold for you do you think it will still be here when we come back? Mary I want to give you a piece of advice now that we are all going to college I know you won't like it so please forgive me before hand try to stop thinking of Paul really you know it's of no use and even if ok forget I ever said that I'm just so worried about you especially now that you're going to be together all the timeI hope you have a great first year will I see you home for Christmas? Best wishes Gilbert And the train was stopping there they wereBoston. Chapter nineteen: College The classes started the next day Mary liked college a lot but she soon found out that she had not made friends as she would have liked to true she was always in one of the popular crowds but it was not like she was intimate with anyone in them it looked as if no one took her seriously and she soon fell to feeling alone and for granted. But there was something independent in Mary who didnt care about it all though she sometimes thought of her life twenty years from then as empty but she didnt give way to it But things began to look up a bit for Mary that year dad had written to say that he had gotten a job as an editor in some magazine in New York she had started writing a new book she had always read that it was better to write about your own life so she had decided to do that and was quite impressed with her own progress One day Paul called on her "Hi! Mary wants to go for a walk?" he said. "Sure." She said suddenly feeling lifted "Just let me get my jacket." "I want to talk to you about something I just had to get it out" he said as soon as they were out of the house "What?" "I think Diana and I are going to have to break up" "What?... Why?" "Because Diana's parents dont want us to be marriedand besides we have different goals different futures planed it's not going to work out." "You mean you're not even going to even fight for it?" "What is there to fight for? What is there that I can do? I am not going to stop my plans for the future because of her even if I do love herand she won't go against her parents so there is nothing left to do." "But you love her" "Yes but sometimes that is just not enough." Mary expected to be thrilled at their breaking up but surprisingly she wasnt why? Hadnt she always hoped for this? But she knew why it was that she had learned that she had to stop loving Paul and she had stopped she wasnt sure if she had really loved him in the first place she couldnt have stopped loving him this easily if she had really truly loved him could she? And she knew that if Paul and Diana had to break up now it was not because any one of them wanted to they just had to even if she would ever be with Paul she would always think him thinking of Diana and she didnt want that she wanted someone who would be solely hers and not anyone ellse's why did I think I loved him all this time? Maybe it was because that she knew that she couldnt have him and now that she could she didnt want him anymore and he wasnt the person she would like anyway she was disappointed in him even as his friend she did not expect him to give up this easily he loved Diana didnt that deserve some kind of effort he was giving up just like that and was Diana really Ok with that? for the first time in a long time she felt for Diana When she got home she had a letter from Diana Dear Mary I guess Paul has told you by now you are the only friend that I want to talk so sorry if this bothers you I just can't believe it's over I mean I dont think it's over I told Paul that I said we should wait a bit and see what will happen but he is just tired of waiting I can't believe that he is not willing to fight for us I dont know if you can understand but when you have been with somebody for so long and when you have learned to love them it is so hard to give them up I can't turn against my parents either and Paul doesnt let me do it he said he doesnt want to have it on his conscience oh well I guess I have bothered you too much already. See you when you get back. Love Diana Christmas came as it turned out Mary was not able to go home that year she had so much studying to do but she couldnt help thinking about everyone at home Gilbert was going home she missed him they had not been able to write very much they were both so busy and she had really counted on seeing him for Christmas Gilbert, Frank, Philip and Fred were spending Christmas together at the white brideGilbert was reading Mary's letter by the tree Dear Gil How are you? I wish I was there with you guys for Christmas it is so gloomy here with nothing to do but to study I plan to take a walk this afternoon but it's so cold I might just skip it have you heard the news? Paul and Diana broke up. How's she doing? Have you seen her? Dont worry about me I am in no danger of loving him or going after him I dont know what I was thinking in the first place I hate to say this but I wish I had listened to you a long time ago so how's Frank? What is Uncle Philip doing right this second? Is dad smoking his old contemptible Jr.? Say hi to everyone for me. Merry Christmas Mary Gilbert sighed as he put the letter away "You love her dont you Gil?" said Fred. "What? Who?" "Mary." "Of course I love my own cousin Uncle Fred." "You know what I mean Gilbert." "And you know I am not supposed to love her that way Uncle Fred." "And why is that son?" "Because she is my cousin!" "Well technically she isnt you know." "What?" "You're father and I are not really brothers everyone knows this really but I guess they have all forgotten it doesnt matter anymore, anyway Philip was the son of one of my father's best friends but his wife died when Philip was born and so did he a few months after my father and mother hadnt had a child yet so they adopted Philip and raised him as their own son even when I was born many times I thought they even loved him more than they loved me they didnt tell us about it though we didnt know until some guy in school told us about it it was weird at first I mean it was a bit awkward especially for your father but after some time we got used to it I think we have never thought about it since so the point is you shouldnt worry about loving Mary wait a minute this isnt the reason you went to California now is it?" "Well" said Gilbert rather sheepishly" I thought if I stayed away from her I could you know stop loving her or something" "And how did that work for you?" "Not too well I'm afraid it made it even worse." "Yeah thats the beauty of it all when you love someone staying away from them only makes you love them more or at least think you love them more." Chapter Twenty four: A letter from California Their second year had started everything was going well as usual Mary had spent the summer at home Gilbert was not home for the summer neither was Paul Gil had stayed in California to work on some project he had started and Paul wanted to be away from Diana for a while yet so Mary was a bit lonely Diana had gotten accepted in Boston University this year and she would be joining Mary and Kelsey in the following year she tried to spend as much time with Diana as possible she was so down these days Mary didnt know whether she would ever get over it And now summer was over and they were all back in Bostonsecond year started of much better than the first for starters they knew their way around campus this time in their first year they nearly always wound up lost now that Mary looked back on her first year she thought that the first time she had seen the university it had been so alien to her but now every building was familiar and a friend she didnt even see them as she used to the first few days it is funny how time changes the way one sees things she thought And then a letter came from Gilbert letters from Gilbert were always a treat. Dear Mary How are you? Everything is fine here in California but I must confess I am a bit homesick thank you for all those letters during the summer they all gave me some taste of home you of all people understand what it is to be away from home when you dont want to be anywhere else I now realize how hard Christmas must have been for youGuess what? I finished the King listens by Italo Calvino today its a nice book you should try reading it its full of short stories some of them I was not able to understand at all but some were really amazing its a bit philosophical though I know you dont like philosophy but this book might attract even you so how are you and Kelsey getting along? Did Diana finally find a good place to stay? How is she holding up? Last time I saw her she was not in a very good statedid you get that china cat I posted you the other day? Guess what it reminded me of? I will let you tell me what you think of it before I tell you but I am sure you will get it right I have met some new people here one is a young lady called Sara Abby. She is studying for her teachers license. She and her brother have come here from Colorado I hope to see you soon. Best Wishes Gilbert Mary didnt know why but she had a bad feeling about this Sara girl who was she? Did Gilbert like her somehow thinking of her was equal to seeing Gilbert married she didnt know why but she knew that she didnt want Gilbert to get married what would she do without her best friend and "cousin", for her father had told her about Philip not being his real brother during the summer though she still couldnt figure out why he did it was not as if it really mattered and it was not likely that she would here it anywhere else and even if she did she didnt think she would mind and why did he say this now? He had had a full two years to tell her Mary had tried more than once to figure out the nature of her feelings for Gilbert but she had not succeeded either she was trying too hard or she was biased whatever the reason she had still not figured out whether she loved him or not when the letter came she thought that she was Jealous of the Sara girl but she knew she wasnt she had once been jealous of Diana and she knew what it felt like but after all she hadnt really loved Paul so she still might be jealous so the mystery was still unsolved for her Chapter Twenty-five: The news of college On the next week Mary sat in front of her desk to write the replies to her letters. She started with Gilbert: Dear Gilbert I was glad to receive your letter last week but unfortunately I didnt have time to answer it until today. Here everything is fine. I think I am starting to get a bit homesick its funny you know we could pick up the telephone and talk to each other but I dont think that would be much fun yes I know we would be missing each other far less than we do now I guess but it would take all the fun of seeing each other again dont you think? And I wouldnt spoil that joy for anything plus it would cost us so muchcomputer engineering is not as easy as it sounded at first I am really starting to feel the pressure I am nearly done with my book its funny though the closer I get to the end the less I want to finish itKelsey is doing fine to I still have not managed to be completely friends with her I dont know why but something always brings what she did to us that year to my mind do you think I am a bad person for feeling that way? We dont see much of Diana she did find somewhere to stay its a really gloomy place two streets away she prefers to be alone now I have met some new friends... remember how unhappy I was that I didnt have as much friends as I wished well you can forget that now I met two wonderful girls and a boy the other day. So here's how it happened I was walking in the park and then some man's dog barked at me and started chasing me you know how afraid I am of dogs dont laugh at me now but I ran as fast as these two legs of mine would carry me and as you know that is not much so with half an eye on the dog I didnt quite see ahead of me so I bumped into two girls and a boy one of the girls chased the dog away and by the time we started talking we were all friends it turned out that the boy and one of the girls were brother and sister and the other girl was their cousin and guess what? They all went to Boston University The girls are named Ashley and Beth and the boy is named DanielDaniel is in Law just like Diana and Ashley and Beth are studying English literature do you think I should have studied English literature? I dont like Shakespeare like my father before me so I'm glad I didnt Last week I went to the college dance with Daniel... We had lots of fun he is such a sweet guy the only thing wrong in him is that he doesnt have enough imagination well I guess you can't expect everything from one person and a law student at that The three of them come to our apartment a lot and we all have great fun. Sometimes Daniel comes alone and some times he brings his friends with him. Well I hope to see you soon although I am getting over missing you guys since there are so much fun things to do here. Dont take it seriously I was just kidding. Have fun Mary Chapter Twenty-six: What was happening in California Medical School. After 2 Days Marys letter arrived in California. Gilbert sat at his apartment window eager to find out what was in the letter. The room he was sitting in was dressed in a beautiful blue color. There was a bed at the corner and a cloths closet next to it. Blue curtains hung from the window and there was a desk on the other side of it. It had just gotten a habit with him to have a uni-colored room. Gilbert opened the letter and started reading. He was smiling at first but then his smile went away and gave its place to a frown. What was going on? Mary seemed so fund of her new friends...Who was this guy anyway? Huh she says he's charming what if he tries to steel her away from me I was going to wait for the summer to do this but I think it might be too late to wait until thenhe grabbed his coat and left the room. It was a bright autumn day and Mary was getting ready to go to a dance. She was wearing a beautiful bright pink dress and had worn her hair up and tied it like a rose on the back of her head. Kelsey was wearing a cream colored dress with flowers on it. Then a knock came on the door. Kelsey went to open the door expecting to see Daniel. Suddenly Mary heard a shrik more of delight than anything else. She ran to the door and she also gave out a small shriek because at the door was nobody except for Gilbert Blythe! Gilbert what are you doing here? Mary asked. Well thats a good welcome. Said Gilbert laughing. We had a week of vacation in the university so I thought Id come and see how you girls were doing. Im staying at a hotel on the other side of town. Come now dont I deserve hug? As Mary went to give him a hug Kelsey said Well we were going to go to a dance at the moment and we are just waiting for Daniel Why dont you come with us? So when Daniel came they all went together. They went in Daniels car normally Mary would sit in front with him and Kelsey and Beth and Ashley would sit in the back but Ashley was sick today and Mary wanted to talk to Gilbert so Beth sat in front with her brother and the other three sat in the back They had a lot of fun that night. But Daniel didnt get a chance to talk to Mary because that Blythe guy didnt give him a chance. What did Mary see in that village guy anyway? Daniel didnt even get to dance with Mary as he always did, because that Blythe guy was dancing with her. Gilbert smiled at him. His plan was working and he was going to out smart that Daniel fellow for sure. Daniel drove them home he dropped Gilbert of at the hotel when they got to Mary and Kelsey's apartment he asked Mary whether she was up for a small walk Mary didnt mind walking a little and besides she was in such a good mood tonight "You know I didnt get to see you as much as I would have liked tonight" said Daniel "Yeah I know sorry about that but I hadnt seen Gilbert for such a long time and we had so much to say" "Yeah I know" "Look at that rose Mary no not that one the other one beside it see its just opening it reminds me of you somehow" Daniel was not at all good at making it sound right it was so obvious that he had practiced all this before "Quit trying to be all sentimental Daniel Rosenbock you know you are no good at it" "Yeah you're right you can't blame a guy for trying though." Daniel got down on his knee "Mary will you marry me?" Mary was so surprised how could Daniel ask her now? They didnt know each other at all she knew that he rushed into things a bit but this?... but then out of nowhere exactly when she was about to say the she didnt know him and that she was sure that if she had time she would be able to love him she saw Gilbert's face in Daniels and she knew "Its twenty five years later now can you believe how time passes?" said Mary. "Yeah it seems like yesterday I was 17 and thinking it hard to go to collegedoesnt it mother?" I said. "I wish you didnt have to grow so fast. To think you have finished college already." "Mum do you think that I will find out how to love one day like you have?" "You dont have to always search for love darling sometimes you just have to let it find you if you believe that someday; someday soon it will come to you then it really willeven if it is in your dreams." Someone knocked on the door dad came in "What are you two ladies talking about?" asked Gilbert. "A man very much like you dad." 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