Continuation of Turning Life Right Side Up by Mary Tyler-Moore. See the first four chapters at s/9289040/2/Turning-Life-Right-Side-Up
Everything belongs to L.M. Montgomery.
"Anne come on we were supposed to be driving half a hour ago!" Marilla called from the front door. Why did I let her go wondering around the field after she grabbed her things? Marilla thought to herself when there was no answer from her pending niece. "Anne Shirley! Anne? Anne... Wherever you are come here this instant!" Anne came skidding in the kitchen door. Her already damaged clothes seemed to of become even more ragged than before.
"I am sorry Marilla. I was in the Snow Queen's boughs when you called me, and even though it is easy to climb up it is not so easy to get down."
"Snow Queen? Anne hadn't I told you not to name things?"
"No, you told me things shouldn't have names. Not that I couldn't name things."
"Well... Just don't name anything anymore."
"Okay, I already named and renamed most of the places here."
Marilla did not know how to respond anymore. If at all, how in the world are Matthew and I related to this talkative and imaginative redhead? Marilla thought to herself.
" We'll go get some new clothes on and get in the car." Marilla said briskly.
"I don't have anything else."
"You don't have anything else!" Marilla said in disbelief.
"No." Anne said dismally.
"Well, what do you have?"
"The clothes I had on yesterday, the ones I'm wearing now, my pajamas, a copy of Tennyson's poems, a book of Emily Dickinson poems, Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, a old school textbook, a note book, a twenty pack of pencils, three pens, an old bible, a tattered old hat, some fruit snacks, the tooth brush you let me have, and the blanket I had since I was three months old."
"You really didn't think about necessities did you girl."
"No. However, I couldn't part with any of the things I packed so I packed those and put in the necessities after. Rather what I could fit of it."
Marilla rolled her eyes as if annoyed but she was actually trying to fight back the current of laughter she felt bubbling up inside of her.
"I'll get you something. I cannot have you going out in a getup like this."
Marilla went up the stairs to the westward gable and rummaged through the boxes until she found what she was looking for. Mae's old clothes and school bag which was much bigger than Anne's tattered up bag. She carried it out to the kitchen and plopped it on the counter.
"Look through this and pick five outfits out then put it and everything else you own in this bag. Do hurry up though child." Marilla said curtly.
"Oh thank you Marilla. You don't know how grateful I am to you and Matthew."
"Stop your talking and do as I told you we should have left for Chicago by now."
"Yes Marilla."
She picked out her clothes. They were not in fashion because they were eighties attire, but they were good, sturdy, and they were the nicest clothes she ever had the pleasure to have. Anne put one outfit on. It was a light green and yellow top, dark blue jeans with a bandana tied at the leg, a nice pair of lightly used dark green high tops, and yellow hair pins which she put in her hair. She scampered down the stairs and outside to find Marilla and Matthew waiting at Marilla's old 1969 Mustang.
"I'm done Marilla."
"Get in the car Anne."
Anne opened the door on the passenger side and got in.
"Goodbye Matthew. I hope I can see you again. At least one last time."
Matthew smiled.
"Well now, I hope so too."
Marilla nodded at him and turned the key. The engine started and she pulled out of the drive way and Matthew waved goodbye. When Marilla looked in the rear view mirror the look in Matthew's eyes, even from afar, said all he thought and felt.
I think we should keep her.