The green dress was made up with as many tucks and frills and shirrings as Emily’s taste permitted. Anne put it on one evening for Matthew’s and Marilla’s benefit, and recited “The Maiden’s Vow” for them in the kitchen. As Marilla watched the bright, animated face and graceful motions her thoughts went back to the evening Anne had arrived at Green Gables, and memory recalled a vivid picture of the odd, frightened child in her preposterous yellowish-brown wincey dress, the heartbreak looking out of her tearful eyes. Something in the memory brought tears to Marilla’s own eyes.
“I declare, my recitation has made you cry, Marilla,” said Anne gaily stooping over Marilla’s chair to drop a butterfly kiss on that lady’s cheek. “Now, I call that a positive triumph.”
“No, I wasn’t crying over your piece,” said Marilla, who would have scorned to be betrayed into such weakness by any poetry stuff. “I just couldn’t help thinking of the little girl you used to be, Anne. And I was wishing you could have stayed a little girl, even with all your queer ways. You’ve grown up now and you’re going away; and you look so tall and stylish and so—so—different altogether in that dress—as if you didn’t belong in Avonlea at all—and I just got lonesome thinking it all over.”
“Marilla!” Anne sat down on Marilla’s gingham lap, took Marilla’s lined face between her hands, and looked gravely and tenderly into Marilla’s eyes. “I’m not a bit changed—not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME—back here—is just the same. It won’t make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.”
Anne laid her fresh young cheek against Marilla’s faded one, and reached out a hand to pat Matthew’s shoulder. Marilla would have given much just then to have possessed Anne’s power of putting her feelings into words; but nature and habit had willed it otherwise, and she could only put her arms close about her girl and hold her tenderly to her heart, wishing that she need never let her go.
There’s nothing like coming home to the cutest werepup and his adorable baby kisses~ (๑´ v `๑)ﾌﾌ♡ Sou just melts completely seeing Rinrin this euphoric for him.
Rinrin always stays with his uncle Kishumi when Sou has to go away for a couple of days to work. Gotta have the greens in order to pamper his favorite pooch after all ♡✧( ु•⌄• ) Good thing this is only once a month!
Purple, fuchsia, teal (that INFJ thing! 😉) and green 💜❤💙💚
PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
Me too, me too💓
FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
Then come and message me! I nearly always reply😊🌹💗
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
INFJs gotta stick together 😉😆💖
GREEN: I find you cute.
Aww thank you!💞