Mary Vance, whom Mrs. Elliott had sent up to the manse on an errand, came       tripping down Rainbow Valley on her way to Ingleside where she was to       spend the afternoon with Nan and Di as a Saturday treat. Nan and Di had       been picking spruce gum with Faith and Una in the manse woods and the four       of them were now sitting on a fallen pine by the brook, all, it must be       admitted, chewing rather vigorously. The Ingleside twins were not allowed       to chew spruce gum anywhere but in the seclusion of Rainbow Valley, but       Faith and Una were unrestricted by such rules of etiquette and cheerfully       chewed it everywhere, at home and abroad, to the very proper horror of the       Glen. Faith had been chewing it in church one day; but Jerry had realized       the enormity of THAT, and had given her such an older-brotherly scolding       that she never did it again.     
                                  
                                     "I was so hungry I just felt as if I had to chew something," she       protested. "You know well enough what breakfast was like, Jerry Meredith.       I COULDN'T eat scorched porridge and my stomach just felt so queer and       empty. The gum helped a lot—and I didn't chew VERY hard. I didn't       make any noise and I never cracked the gum once."     
                                  
                                     "You mustn't chew gum in church, anyhow," insisted Jerry. "Don't let me       catch you at it again."     
                                  
                                     "You chewed yourself in prayer-meeting last week," cried Faith.     
                                  
                                     "THAT'S different," said Jerry loftily. "Prayer-meeting isn't on Sunday.       Besides, I sat away at the back in a dark seat and nobody saw me. You were       sitting right up front where every one saw you. And I took the gum out of       my mouth for the last hymn and stuck it on the back of the pew right up in       front where every one saw you.  Then I came       away and forgot it. I went back to get it next morning, but it was gone. I       suppose Rod Warren swiped it. And it was a dandy chew."     
                                  
                                     Mary Vance walked down the Valley with her head held high. She had on a       new blue velvet cap with a scarlet rosette in it, a coat of navy blue       cloth and a little squirrel-fur muff. She was very conscious of her new       clothes and very well pleased with herself. Her hair was elaborately       crimped, her face was quite plump, her cheeks rosy, her white eyes       shining. She did not look much like the forlorn and ragged waif the       Merediths had found in the old Taylor barn. Una tried not to feel envious.       Here was Mary with a new velvet cap, but she and Faith had to wear their       shabby old gray tams again this winter. Nobody ever thought of getting       them new ones and they were afraid to ask their father for them for fear       that he might be short of money and then he would feel badly. Mary had       told them once that ministers were always short of money, and found it       "awful hard" to make ends meet. Since then Faith and Una would have gone       in rags rather than ask their father for anything if they could help it.       They did not worry a great deal over their shabbiness; but it was rather       trying to see Mary Vance coming out in such style and putting on such airs       about it, too. The new squirrel muff was really the last straw. Neither       Faith nor Una had ever had a muff, counting themselves lucky if they could       compass mittens without holes in them. Aunt Martha could not see to darn       holes and though Una tried to, she made sad cobbling. Somehow, they could       not make their greeting of Mary very cordial. But Mary did not mind or       notice that; she was not overly sensitive. She vaulted lightly to a seat       on the pine tree, and laid the offending muff on a bough. Una saw that it       was lined with shirred red satin and had red tassels. She looked down at       her own rather purple, chapped, little hands and wondered if she would       ever, EVER be able to put them into a muff like that.     
                                      
                                   
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Rainbow Valley √ (Project K.)
Classics*** ALL CREDITS TO L.M.MONTGOMERY*** The seventh installment in the 'Anne' series. Anne Shirley is grown up, has married her beloved Gilbert and now is the mother of six mischievous children. These boys and girls discover a special place all their o...
 
                                               
                                                  