As midday grew closer, I fetched the orders at Carmody and went on my way back to Green Gables. I certainly had had my fair share of adventures and dwelled on the scenarios as they repeated in my mind. If I had ever known one could bump into such excitement while simply doing chores, I would have offered myself to go a long time ago. There had been talk of going to Carmody many times before, Mr. Cuthbert frequently visited, but perhaps going on this day was meant for me. I did indeed feel a slightly less tense as the sun grew nearer the mountains and the landscape transformed into a ravishing set of orange.
The road drew nearer and sooner than I had expected my travels ended and I unlocked the gates to Green Gables, and then I ask: Do you remember when I told you reader, how hope can transform into the most wonderful gift one may receive? Because indeed the evidence to support my claim hurried out the door in a whirlwind of fiery red and I had nearly taken fright as I believed to have seen a ghost! As I lead the horse across the stony farm road, Anne with her hair tied in braids and a smile so wide I thought she might burst, ran with the wind in my direction. She stopped as she awed the horse. Its wonderful silver fur shone with the sunset, but I did not notice until later conversations what she had told me before my sentence scurried out my mouth: "Anne how are you not away? What wonderful events have brought you back to Green Gables?"
And she explained without a second to spare; of her frightful visit to one Mrs. Blewett and how Miss Cuthbert had a delightful change of heart that broke for Anne. That in the harsh and stubbornness of one formed woman laid an empathic and Dearing heart, one that did not manage to let Anne labor in terrifying conditions. She had a lot of thinking to do, Anne told, a big decision was to be made and Anne had five days to convince her. When her tale ended, she barely managed to catch her own breath, and above trickled slight raindrops that she invited by tilting her head up and laugh.
"There's nothing, nothing in this wide world that can stop me from trying my absolute best to convince her to let me stay," She told, more to the sky above than to me. I chuckled softly as a warm tear of delight fell down my own cheeks.
"These are wonderful news! I'm without words to tell how happy I am for you and your journey towards the better" I pressed out of my wide grin. She could not contain her laughter as she spun around in the mud underneath the rain. Then her hands fetched the reins of the horse and as the rain went from trickling to a heavy fall, we took cover under the stable. I unhooked the reins and saddle as she pulled herself on top of the fence in such a happy bliss, I to felt lifted to the heavens.
"How was your adventure in the charming town of Carmody?" She asked me and I felt the side of my lips twist slightly as I unhooked the saddle.
"Well, it went as any adventure does, exciting and dashing," I told.
"Oh! Did you seek out a wonderful treasure? Did you venture under the beautiful cherry blossom rode that is the earthly gates to heaven?" She spoke in absolute awe and I did not have the heart to not tell.
"Yes indeed. The treasure I sought was a pair of shoes for one Madam Cuthbert! And the earthly gates to heaven are more ravishing than one can begin to imagine"
"Did you meet any exciting people?" She then asked. I nodded my head and told her about my encounter with Adrian Williams and how he had impressed me with his enlightened and open mind. She found the tale to be rather exquisite and wondered about love at first sight until I told her I do not believe it.
"How can you not believe that in any part of the world, a couple meets for the first time and know the love to be true? Know they are soulmates destined to never be apart?"
Her fixation on novelty romance was something I did not want to crush, and I softened the blow and told her: "I have not discovered it yet to know it to be true or not; till then I remain skeptical" Anne seemed satisfied with the answered and leaped off the fence.
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Possibility (Gilbert Blythe)
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