Chapter 32
Rusty was enthusiastic when they came back. Mrs. Becker, an old lady in the neighbourhood, had looking after him during their absence. A little pile of letters lay on the wardrobe. Most of them weren't important, but there was a larger brown envelope, which Anne didn't recognize. She turned it over to see where it came from. A little cry came out of her throat.
Gilbert had carried the suitcases upstairs and now he came running down.
"Anne, what happened?"
"Gil. I. this letter is from the Winfield publisher." She stammered excitedly and showed him the letter. Two weeks ago she had send one of her manuscripts to them.
Gilbert grinned: "Open it."
With trembling hands she began to open it, but she couldn't do it. Sighing, she handed Gil the letter: "Please Gil, do it for me."
He opened the letter and after reading it, he grinned: "Anne, they will be publishing it."
Hastily Anne grabbed the letter to read it with her own eyes.
"Gil, pinch me. I think I am dreaming."
Gilbert laughed and kissed her.
Anne was so happy afterwards that she didn't notice, how often Gilbert phoned and he didn't let her read some letters from Avonlea. Actually she should have noticed it, because Gilbert wasn't good at keeping a secret. Usually, she saw it in his eyes. But she was so busy with the publishing of her book that she forgot everything else.
Rusty was enthusiastic when they came back. Mrs. Becker, an old lady in the neighbourhood, had looking after him during their absence. A little pile of letters lay on the wardrobe. Most of them weren't important, but there was a larger brown envelope, which Anne didn't recognize. She turned it over to see where it came from. A little cry came out of her throat.
Gilbert had carried the suitcases upstairs and now he came running down.
"Anne, what happened?"
"Gil. I. this letter is from the Winfield publisher." She stammered excitedly and showed him the letter. Two weeks ago she had send one of her manuscripts to them.
Gilbert grinned: "Open it."
With trembling hands she began to open it, but she couldn't do it. Sighing, she handed Gil the letter: "Please Gil, do it for me."
He opened the letter and after reading it, he grinned: "Anne, they will be publishing it."
Hastily Anne grabbed the letter to read it with her own eyes.
"Gil, pinch me. I think I am dreaming."
Gilbert laughed and kissed her.
Anne was so happy afterwards that she didn't notice, how often Gilbert phoned and he didn't let her read some letters from Avonlea. Actually she should have noticed it, because Gilbert wasn't good at keeping a secret. Usually, she saw it in his eyes. But she was so busy with the publishing of her book that she forgot everything else.
