And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Note F (end superscript)placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)plain(end superscript) proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Now (end superscript)(begin strikethrough)
W(end strikethrough)here was Matthew (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Cuthbert(end superscript) going and where why was he going there?
Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Note G(end superscript) might have given a pretty good guess to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual what was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy was something
LMM Note F:
at half past three on the afternoon of a busy day,
LMM Note G:
, deftly putting this and that together,
"sorrel": reddish-brown in colour. Montgomery's photograph of cousin Stella riding in a buggy; the image is pasted into her Red Scrapbook (p. 21) and is slightly askew (Imagining Anne, p. 126).
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"hated to have go": In the published novel, this phrase is corrected to "hated to have to go among strangers."
Where is Matthew going / and why is he going there?
Matthew Cuthbert never / never goes anywhere
He’s wearing a clean white collar
He’s wearing his store-bought suit
Let's get us a rig and foller
Don’t be silly / Don’t be sassy / Don’t be cute
Where do you suppose he’s going / He’s hitched up his Sunday steed
He should be a-sowing / Sowing turnip seed
It must be a fearful task then / It must be something bad!
Why don't we all go and ask him
Are you barmy? / Are you bratty? / Are you mad?
If it was bad, he’d ride much faster / If it was nothing he’d drive slow
I’d better go ask his sister / Marilla’d be sure to know
You’d better go ask Marilla / you’d better go pay a call
I’ll borrow a drop of vanilla / and act sort of dumb and all
You can talk about the weather / then ask her all at once
Why don’t we all go together?
We’re no snoopers / We’re no gossips / Oh, you dunce!