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chapter xxxiitea with mrs. douglas on the first thursday night of anne'ssojourn in valley road janet asked her to go to prayer-meeting.janet blossomed out like a rose to attend that prayer-meeting. she wore a pale-blue, pansy-sprinkledmuslin dress with more ruffles than one would ever have supposed economical janetcould be guilty of, and a white leghorn hat with pink roses and three ostrich featherson it. anne felt quite amazed. later on, she found out janet's motive inso arraying herself--a motive as old as


eden.valley road prayer-meetings seemed to be essentially feminine. there were thirty-two women present, twohalf-grown boys, and one solitary man, beside the minister.anne found herself studying this man. he was not handsome or young or graceful;he had remarkably long legs--so long that he had to keep them coiled up under hischair to dispose of them--and he was stoop- shouldered. his hands were big, his hair wantedbarbering, and his moustache was unkempt. but anne thought she liked his face; it waskind and honest and tender; there was


something else in it, too--just what, annefound it hard to define. she finally concluded that this man hadsuffered and been strong, and it had been made manifest in his face. there was a sort of patient, humorousendurance in his expression which indicated that he would go to the stake if need be,but would keep on looking pleasant until he really had to begin squirming. when prayer-meeting was over this man cameup to janet and said, "may i see you home, janet?" janet took his arm--"as primly and shyly asif she were no more than sixteen, having


her first escort home," anne told the girlsat patty's place later on. "miss shirley, permit me to introduce mr.douglas," she said stiffly. mr. douglas nodded and said, "i was lookingat you in prayer-meeting, miss, and thinking what a nice little girl you were." such a speech from ninety-nine people outof a hundred would have annoyed anne bitterly; but the way in which mr. douglassaid it made her feel that she had received a very real and pleasing compliment. she smiled appreciatively at him anddropped obligingly behind on the moonlit road.so janet had a beau!


anne was delighted. janet would make a paragon of a wife--cheery, economical, tolerant, and a very queen of cooks.it would be a flagrant waste on nature's part to keep her a permanent old maid. "john douglas asked me to take you up tosee his mother," said janet the next day. "she's bed-rid a lot of the time and nevergoes out of the house. but she's powerful fond of company andalways wants to see my boarders. can you go up this evening?" anne assented; but later in the day mr.douglas called on his mother's behalf to


invite them up to tea on saturday evening. "oh, why didn't you put on your prettypansy dress?" asked anne, when they left home. it was a hot day, and poor janet, betweenher excitement and her heavy black cashmere dress, looked as if she were being broiledalive. "old mrs. douglas would think it terriblefrivolous and unsuitable, i'm afraid. john likes that dress, though," she addedwistfully. the old douglas homestead was half a milefrom "wayside" cresting a windy hill. the house itself was large and comfortable,old enough to be dignified, and girdled


with maple groves and orchards. there were big, trim barns behind it, andeverything bespoke prosperity. whatever the patient endurance in mr.douglas' face had meant it hadn't, so anne reflected, meant debts and duns. john douglas met them at the door and tookthem into the sitting-room, where his mother was enthroned in an armchair.anne had expected old mrs. douglas to be tall and thin, because mr. douglas was. instead, she was a tiny scrap of a woman,with soft pink cheeks, mild blue eyes, and a mouth like a baby's.


dressed in a beautiful, fashionably-madeblack silk dress, with a fluffy white shawl over her shoulders, and her snowy hairsurmounted by a dainty lace cap, she might have posed as a grandmother doll. "how do you do, janet dear?" she saidsweetly. "i am so glad to see you again, dear."she put up her pretty old face to be kissed. "and this is our new teacher.i'm delighted to meet you. my son has been singing your praises untili'm half jealous, and i'm sure janet ought to be wholly so."


poor janet blushed, anne said somethingpolite and conventional, and then everybody sat down and made talk. it was hard work, even for anne, for nobodyseemed at ease except old mrs. douglas, who certainly did not find any difficulty intalking. she made janet sit by her and stroked herhand occasionally. janet sat and smiled, looking horriblyuncomfortable in her hideous dress, and john douglas sat without smiling. at the tea table mrs. douglas gracefullyasked janet to pour the tea. janet turned redder than ever but did it.anne wrote a description of that meal to


stella. "we had cold tongue and chicken andstrawberry preserves, lemon pie and tarts and chocolate cake and raisin cookies andpound cake and fruit cake--and a few other things, including more pie--caramel pie, ithink it was. after i had eaten twice as much as was goodfor me, mrs. douglas sighed and said she feared she had nothing to tempt myappetite. "'i'm afraid dear janet's cooking hasspoiled you for any other,' she said sweetly.'of course nobody in valley road aspires to rival her.


won't you have another piece of pie, missshirley? you haven't eaten anything.' "stella, i had eaten a helping of tongueand one of chicken, three biscuits, a generous allowance of preserves, a piece ofpie, a tart, and a square of chocolate cake!" after tea mrs. douglas smiled benevolentlyand told john to take "dear janet" out into the garden and get her some roses. "miss shirley will keep me company whileyou are out--won't you?" she said plaintively.she settled down in her armchair with a


sigh. "i am a very frail old woman, miss shirley.for over twenty years i've been a great sufferer.for twenty long, weary years i've been dying by inches." "how painful!" said anne, trying to besympathetic and succeeding only in feeling idiotic. "there have been scores of nights whenthey've thought i could never live to see the dawn," went on mrs. douglas solemnly."nobody knows what i've gone through-- nobody can know but myself.


well, it can't last very much longer now.my weary pilgrimage will soon be over, miss shirley. it is a great comfort to me that john willhave such a good wife to look after him when his mother is gone--a great comfort,miss shirley." "janet is a lovely woman," said annewarmly. "lovely!a beautiful character," assented mrs. douglas. "and a perfect housekeeper--something inever was. my health would not permit it, missshirley.


i am indeed thankful that john has madesuch a wise choice. i hope and believe that he will be happy.he is my only son, miss shirley, and his happiness lies very near my heart." "of course," said anne stupidly.for the first time in her life she was stupid.yet she could not imagine why. she seemed to have absolutely nothing tosay to this sweet, smiling, angelic old lady who was patting her hand so kindly."come and see me soon again, dear janet," said mrs. douglas lovingly, when they left. "you don't come half often enough.but then i suppose john will be bringing


you here to stay all the time one of thesedays." anne, happening to glance at john douglas,as his mother spoke, gave a positive start of dismay. he looked as a tortured man might look whenhis tormentors gave the rack the last turn of possible endurance.she felt sure he must be ill and hurried poor blushing janet away. "isn't old mrs. douglas a sweet woman?"asked janet, as they went down the road. "m--m," answered anne absently.she was wondering why john douglas had looked so.


"she's been a terrible sufferer," saidjanet feelingly. "she takes terrible spells.it keeps john all worried up. he's scared to leave home for fear hismother will take a spell and nobody there but the hired girl."


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