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Chapter 16 - (VERSO)

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nicer than Mrs. Lynde’s,” said Anne loyally. “Marilla is a famous cook. She is trying to teach me to cook but I assure you, Diana, it is uphill work. There’s so little scope for imagination in cookery. You just have to go by rules. The last time I made a cake I forgot to put the flour in. _^^Z8 Flour is so essential to cakes, you know. Marilla was very cross and I don’t wonder. I’m a great trial to her. _^^A9 Why, Diana what is the matter?

Diana had stood up very unsteadily; then she sat down again, putting her hands to her head.

“I’m – I’m awful sick,” she said, a little thickly. “I – I – must go right home.”

“Oh, you mustn’t dream of going home without your tea,” cried Anne in distress. B9

“I must go home,” repeated Diana,

LMM Notes

LMM Note Z8

I was thinking the loveliest story about you and me, Diana. I thought you were desperately ill with smallpox and everybody deserted you but I went _^^boldly to your bedside and nursed you back to life: and then I took the smallpox and died and I was buried under those poplar trees in the graveyard and you planted a rose bush by my grave and watered it with your tears; and you never, never forgot the friend of your youth who sacrificed her life for you. Oh, it was such a ~~sad~~ pathetic little tale, Diana. The tears just rained down over my cheeks while I mixed the cake. But I forgot the flour and the cake was a dismal failure.

LMM Note A9

She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week. We had a plum pudding for dinner on Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over. Marilla said there was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it. I meant to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a nun, ~~taking the veil~~ — of course I'm a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic — taking the veil to bury a broken heart in cloistered seclusion, and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce. I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry. Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters. Marilla was out milking and I fully intended to ask her when she came in if I'd give the sauce to the pigs; but when she did come in I was imaging that I was a _^^frost fairy going through the woods turning the trees red and yellow, ~~so I never~~ whichever they wanted to be, so I never thought about the pudding sauce again and Marilla sent me out to pick apples. Well, Mr. and Mrs. ~~Spencer~~ Chester Ross from Spencervale came here that ~~morning~~ morning. You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs. Chester Ross. When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the table. I tried to be as polite _^^{and dignified} as I could be, for I wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to think I was a ladylike little girl, even if I wasn't pretty. Everything went right until I saw Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce _^^{warmed up} in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out, 'Marilla, you mustn't use that pudding sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before![’] Oh; Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just looked at me ~~She is~~ and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect housekeeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word ~~She just~~ -Then, she just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves. She even offered me some but I couldn't swallow a mouthful. It was like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs[.] Chester Ross went away Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding.

LMM Note A9
She was terribly mortified about the pudding sauce last week. We had a plum pudding for dinner on Tuesday and there was half the pudding and a pitcherful of sauce left over. Marilla said there was enough for another dinner and told me to set it on the pantry shelf and cover it. I meant to cover it just as much as could be, Diana, but when I carried it in I was imagining I was a nun, (begin strikethrough)taking the veil(end strikethrough) — of course I'm a Protestant but I imagined I was a Catholic — taking the veil to bury a broken heart in cloistered seclusion, and I forgot all about covering the pudding sauce. I thought of it next morning and ran to the pantry. Diana, fancy if you can my extreme horror at finding a mouse drowned in that pudding sauce! I lifted the mouse out with a spoon and threw it out in the yard and then I washed the spoon in three waters. Marilla was out milking and I fully intended to ask her when she came in if I'd give the sauce to the pigs; but when she did come in I was imaging that I was a (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)frost(end superscript) fairy going through the woods turning the trees red and yellow, (begin strikethrough)so I never(end strikethrough) whichever they wanted to be, so I never thought about the pudding sauce again and Marilla sent me out to pick apples. Well, Mr. and Mrs. (begin strikethrough)Spencer(end strikethrough) Chester Ross from Spencervale came here that (begin strikethrough)morning(end strikethrough) morning. You know they are very stylish people, especially Mrs. Chester Ross. When Marilla called me in dinner was all ready and everybody was at the table. I tried to be as polite (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)and dignified(end superscript) as I could be, for I wanted Mrs. Chester Ross to think I was a ladylike little girl, even if I wasn't pretty. Everything went right until I saw Marilla coming with the plum pudding in one hand and the pitcher of pudding sauce (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)warmed up(end superscript) in the other. Diana, that was a terrible moment. I remembered everything and I just stood up in my place and shrieked out, 'Marilla, you mustn't use that pudding sauce. There was a mouse drowned in it. I forgot to tell you before![’] Oh; Diana, I shall never forget that awful moment if I live to be a hundred. Mrs. Chester Ross just looked at me (begin strikethrough)She is(end strikethrough) and I thought I would sink through the floor with mortification. She is such a perfect housekeeper and fancy what she must have thought of us. Marilla turned red as fire but she never said a word (begin strikethrough)She just(end strikethrough) -Then, she just carried that sauce and pudding out and brought in some strawberry preserves. She even offered me some but I couldn't swallow a mouthful. It was like heaping coals of fire on my head. After Mrs[.] Chester Ross went away Marilla gave me a dreadful scolding.

TEXT ANNOTATION

"A9": This is the single longest addition in the entire novel; it supplies considerable detail about Anne's comic misadventures, the relaying of which gives Diana time to finish three tumblers of currant wine. The numerous additions in this chapter illustrate well how Montgomery could compose a small drama from her original outline, where the direction is perfectly clear, but then enrich that drama when she revised, with details that improve timing or deepen character development as in the case of Note K9 below.