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Mr。 Harrison was much harder to please。 First he told her
there was entirely too much description in the story。
〃Cut out all those flowery passages；〃 he said unfeelingly。
Anne had an uncomfortable conviction that Mr。 Harrison was right；
and she forced herself to expunge most of her beloved descriptions；
though it took three re…writings before the story could be pruned
down to please the fastidious Mr。 Harrison。
〃I've left out ALL the descriptions but the sunset；〃 she said at last。
〃I simply COULDN'T let it go。 It was the best of them all。〃
〃It hasn't anything to do with the story；〃 said Mr。 Harrison；
〃and you shouldn't have laid the scene among rich city people。
What do you know of them？ Why didn't you lay it right here in
Avonlea changing the name； of course； or else Mrs。 Rachel
Lynde would probably think she was the heroine。〃
〃Oh； that would never have done；〃 protested Anne。 〃Avonlea is
the dearest place in the world； but it isn't quite romantic
enough for the scene of a story。〃
〃I daresay there's been many a romance in Avonlea and many a
tragedy； too；〃 said Mr。 Harrison drily。 〃But your folks ain't
like real folks anywhere。 They talk too much and use too
high…flown language。 There's one place where that DALRYMPLE chap
talks even on for two pages； and never lets the girl get a word in
edgewise。 If he'd done that in real life she'd have pitched him。〃
〃I don't believe it；〃 said Anne flatly。 In her secret soul she
thought that the beautiful； poetical things said to AVERIL would
win any girl's heart completely。 Besides； it was gruesome to hear
of AVERIL； the stately； queen…like AVERIL； 〃pitching〃 any one。
AVERIL 〃declined her suitors。〃
〃Anyhow；〃 resumed the merciless Mr。 Harrison； 〃I don't see why
MAURICE LENNOX didn't get her。 He was twice the man the other is。
He did bad things； but he did them。 Perceval hadn't time for
anything but mooning。〃
〃Mooning。〃 That was even worse than 〃pitching！〃
〃MAURICE LENNOX was the villain；〃 said Anne indignantly。
〃I don't see why every one likes him better than PERCEVAL。〃
〃Perceval is too good。 He's aggravating。 Next time you write
about a hero put a little spice of human nature in him。〃
〃AVERIL couldn't have married MAURICE。 He was bad。〃
〃She'd have reformed him。 You can reform a man； you can't reform
a jelly…fish； of course。 Your story isn't bad it's kind of
interesting； I'll admit。 But you're too young to write a story
that would be worth while。 Wait ten years。〃
Anne made up her mind that the next time she wrote a story she
wouldn't ask anybody to criticize it。 It was too discouraging。
She would not read the story to Gilbert； although she told him
about it。
〃If it is a success you'll see it when it is published； Gilbert；
but if it is a failure nobody shall ever see it。〃
Marilla knew nothing about the venture。 In imagination Anne saw
herself reading a story out of a magazine to Marilla； entrapping
her into praise of it for in imagination all things are
possible and then triumphantly announcing herself the author。
One day Anne took to the Post Office a long； bulky envelope；
addressed； with the delightful confidence of youth and
inexperience； to the very biggest of the 〃big〃 magazines。
Diana was as excited over it as Anne herself。
〃How long do you suppose it will be before you hear from it？〃
she asked。
〃It shouldn't be longer than a fortnight。 Oh； how happy and
proud I shall be if it is accepted！〃
〃Of course it will be accepted； and they will likely ask you to
send them more。 You may be as famous as Mrs。 Morgan some day；
Anne； and then how proud I'll be of knowing you；〃 said Diana； who
possessed； at least； the striking merit of an unselfish
admiration of the gifts and graces of her friends。
A week of delightful dreaming followed； and then came a bitter awakening。
One evening Diana found Anne in the porch gable； with suspicious…looking
eyes。 On the table lay a long envelope and a crumpled manuscript。
〃Anne； your story hasn't come back？〃 cried Diana incredulously。
〃Yes； it has；〃 said Anne shortly。
〃Well； that editor must be crazy。 What reason did he give？〃
〃No reason at all。 There is just a printed slip saying that it
wasn't found acceptable。〃
〃I never thought much of that magazine； anyway；〃 said Diana hotly。
〃The stories in it are not half as interesting as those in the
Canadian Woman； although it costs so much more。 I suppose
the editor is prejudiced against any one who isn't a Yankee。
Don't be discouraged； Anne。 Remember how Mrs。 Morgan's stories
came back。 Send yours to the Canadian Woman。〃
〃I believe I will；〃 said Anne； plucking up heart。 〃And if it is
published I'll send that American editor a marked copy。 But I'll
cut the sunset out。 I believe Mr。 Harrison was right。〃
Out came the sunset； but in spite of this heroic mutilation the
editor of the Canadian Woman sent Averil's Atonement back so
promptly that the indignant Diana declared that it couldn't have
been read at all； and vowed she was going to stop her subscription
immediately。 Anne took this second rejection with the calmness of
despair。 She locked the story away in the garret trunk where the
old Story Club tales reposed； but first she yielded to Diana's
entreaties and gave her a copy。
〃This is the end of my literary ambitions；〃 she said bitterly。
She never mentioned the matter to Mr。 Harrison； but one evening
he asked her bluntly if her story had been accepted。
〃No； the editor wouldn't take it；〃 she answered briefly。
Mr。 Harrison looked sidewise at the flushed； delicate profile。
〃Well； I suppose you'll keep on writing them；〃 he said encouragingly。
〃No； I shall never try to write a story again；〃 declared Anne； with
the hopeless finality of nineteen when a door is shut in its face。
〃I wouldn't give up altogether；〃 said Mr。 Harrison reflectively。 〃I'd
write a story once in a while； but I wouldn't pester editors with it。
I'd write of people and places like I knew； and I'd make my characters
talk everyday English； and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual
quiet way without much fuss over the fact。 If I had to have villains
at all； I'd give them a chance； Anne I'd give them a chance。
There are some terrible bad men in the world； I suppose； but you'd
have to go a long piece to find them though Mrs。 Lynde believes we're
all bad。 But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us。
Keep on writing； Anne。〃
〃No。 It was very foolish of me to attempt it。 When I'm through
Redmond I'll stick to teaching。 I can teach。 I can't write stories。〃
〃It'll be time for you to be getting a husband when you're
through Redmond；〃 said Mr。 Harrison。 〃I don't believe in
putting marrying off too long like I did。〃
Anne got up and marched home。 There were times when Mr。 Harrison
was really intolerable。 〃Pitching；〃 〃mooning；〃 and 〃getting a
husband。〃 Ow！！
Chapter XIII
The Way of Transgressors
Davy and Dora were ready for Sunday School。 They were going alone；
which did not often happen； for Mrs。 Lynde always attended Sunday School。
But Mrs。 Lynde had twisted her ankle and was lame； so she was staying
home this morning。 The twins were also to represent the family at church；
for Anne had gone away the evening before to spend Sunday with friends
in Carmody； and Marilla had one of her headaches。
Davy came downstairs slowly。 Dora was waiting in the hall for him； having
been made ready by Mrs。 Lynde。 Davy had attended to his own preparations。
He had a cent in his pocket for the Sunday School collection； and a five…cent
piece for the church collection； he carried his Bible in one hand and his
Sunday School quarterly in the other； he knew his lesson and his Golden Text
and his catechism question perfectly。 Had he not studied them perforce
in Mrs。 Lynde's kitchen； all last Sunday afternoon？ Davy； therefore；
should have been in a placid frame of mind。 As a matter of fact； despite
text and catechism； he was inwardly as a ravening wolf。
Mrs。 Lynde limped out of her kitchen as he joined Dora。
〃Are you clean？〃 she demanded severely。
〃Yes all of me that shows；〃 Davy answered with a defiant scowl。
Mrs。 Rachel sighed。 She had her suspicions about Davy's neck
and ears。 But she knew that if she attempted to make a personal
examination Davy would likely take to his heels and she could not
pursue him today。
〃Well； be sure you behave yourselves；〃 she warned them。 〃Don't walk
in the dust。 Don't stop in the porch to talk to the other children。
Don't squirm or wriggle in your places。 Don't forget the Golden Text。
Don't lose your collection or forget to put it in。 Don't whisper at
prayer time； and don't forget to pay attention to the sermon。〃
Davy deigned no response。 He marched away down the l