"Oh, Marilla, you look positively elegant! Where are you going?" asked Anne as she came in through the kitchen door.
"One must look their best when traveling. I'm visiting my sister in the states, she is extremely sick and I'll be gone for a month." explained Marilla in a prim and proper manner.
"Oh. Why didn't you tell me, then I could have packed earlier! I need to pack now!" she cried as she ran up the stairs.
"Anne, I'm afraid you're not.. going." said Marilla slowly.
Anne stopped. "I'm not? Then...then where will I stay?You don't believe that I can stay here alone for a month, especially with the haunted woods next to us, but obviously theres the white way of delight, and the Lake of shimmering waters, but still." said Anne. "Will I be staying at Mrs. Barry's?" she asked eagerly.
"No, I've made arrangements with Mr. Blythe, you're to stay with them, in the farm. said Marilla.
"But...but Gil..gil bert bly..the, but... Please don't make me Marilla." Anne stuttered.
"No buts, Anne Shirley, I've arranged it and you will go there." Marilla said sternly.
"But Marilla! When are you going?" Anne asked hoping it was not for another hour at least.
"Right now, after I take you to the Blythe's farm. And I expect you to be well behaved." Anne's hope of convining Marilla not to make her stay there were crushed.
"Oh, Marilla, I'm in the depths of dispair, I shall never be almost perfectly happy in the Blythe Farm." Anne whimpered.
"I will not listen to such nonsense, now come along, I'm already late." Marilla stated curtly.
Anne packed her 'wordly goods' and went downstairs. Tears were in her eyes and her sleeves were wet from wiping her nose.
"Come along, Anne." Marilla called from the front door.
Anne obeyed meekly and went outside to the buggy.
They went for a ride through the White Way of Delight and pass the Lake of Shimmering Waters. However, Anne could not fully enjoy the scenerie for life was very bleak for the girl of fifteen.
"Anne, knock on the door and tell them. I need to get going." Marilla said and she left without another word.
Anne knocked on the door as she was told and the door opened. There stood a man that looked a lot like Gilbert but with sharper angles and his eyes were not as mischevious.
"Hello. My name is Anne Shirley. Anne spelt with an E. Marilla said that I was to stay with you while she was in the states, am I correct?" Anne asked.