![]() ![]() Anne wondered what he could have been saying to bring that look to Marilla’s face. One afternoon a few days later Marilla came slowly in from the front yard where she had been talking to a caller-a man whom Anne knew by sight as Sadler from Carmody. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend-as duty ever is when we meet it frankly. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Then Anne went herself to the east gable and sat down by her window in the darkness alone with her tears and her heaviness of heart. When Marilla had eaten her lunch Anne persuaded her to go to bed. I can’t bear that folks should come here to question and sympathize and talk about it.” Don’t say anything about this to any one for a spell yet, anyway. If you’ll get me a cup of tea I’ll be thankful. But there, it’s no good talking about it. And as for crying, I can’t help that when I get lonesome. “What am I to live for if I can’t read or sew or do anything like that? I might as well be blind-or dead. “I don’t call it much hope,” said Marilla bitterly. If you are careful you won’t lose your sight altogether and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great thing.” Then she said bravely, but with a catch in her voice: It seemed to her that she could NOT speak. Blind! Anne, just think of it!”įor a minute Anne, after her first quick exclamation of dismay, was silent. But if I don’t he says I’ll certainly be stone-blind in six months. ![]() He says that if I give up all reading and sewing entirely and any kind of work that strains the eyes, and if I’m careful not to cry, and if I wear the glasses he’s given me he thinks my eyes may not get any worse and my headaches will be cured. “Did you see the oculist? What did he say?” asked Anne anxiously. “I suppose I am tired but I haven’t thought about it. “Yes-no-I don’t know,” said Marilla wearily, looking up. She had never seen Marilla sit limply inert like that. Something in her dejected attitude struck a chill to Anne’s heart. Anne had gone over to Orchard Slope with Diana and came back to find Marilla in the kitchen, sitting by the table with her head leaning on her hand. Marilla went to town the next day and returned in the evening. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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