So she went to town and took her husband—Thomas would be useful in looking after the horse—and Marilla Cuthbert with her.
Marilla had a sneaking interest in politics herself, and as she thought it might be her only chance to see a real live Premier, she promptly took it, leaving Anne and Matthew to keep house until her return the following day.
Hence, while Marilla and Mrs. Rachel were enjoying themselves hugely at the mass meeting, Anne and Matthew had the cheerful kitchen at Green Gables all to themselves.
A bright fire was glowing in the old-fashioned Waterloo stove and blue-white frost crystals were shining on the windowpanes.
Matthew nodded over a Farmers’ Advocate on the sofa and Anne at the table studied her lessons with grim determination, despite sundry wistful glances at the clock shelf, where lay a new book that Jane Andrews had lent her that day.
Jane had assured her that it was warranted to produce any number of thrills, or words to that effect, and Anne’s fingers tingled to reach out for it.
But that would mean Gilbert Blythe’s triumph on the morrow.
Anne turned her back on the clock shelf and tried to imagine it wasn’t there.
“Matthew, did you ever study geometry when you went to school?”
“Well now, no, I didn’t,” said Matthew, coming out of his doze with a start.
“I wish you had,” sighed Anne, “because then you’d be able to sympathize with me.
You can’t sympathize properly if you’ve never studied it.
It is casting a cloud over my whole life.
I’m such a dunce at it, Matthew.”
“Well now, I dunno,” said Matthew soothingly.
“I guess you’re all right at anything.
Mr. Phillips told me last week in Blair’s store at Carmody that you was the smartest scholar in school and was making rapid progress.
‘Rapid progress’ was his very words.
There’s them as runs down Teddy Phillips and says he ain’t much of a teacher, but I guess he’s all right.”
Matthew would have thought anyone who praised Anne was “all right.”
“I’m sure I’d get on better with geometry if only he wouldn’t change the letters,” complained Anne.
“I learn the proposition off by heart and then he draws it on the blackboard and puts different letters from what are in the book and I get all mixed up.
I don’t think a teacher should take such a mean advantage, do you?
We’re studying agriculture now and I’ve found out at last what makes the roads red.
It’s a great comfort.
I wonder how Marilla and Mrs. Lynde are enjoying themselves.
Mrs. Lynde says Canada is going to the dogs the way things are being run at Ottawa and that it’s an awful warning to the electors.
She says if women were allowed to vote we would soon see a blessed change.
What way do you vote, Matthew?”
“Conservative,” said Matthew promptly.
To vote Conservative was part of Matthew’s religion.
“Then I’m Conservative too,” said Anne decidedly.
“I’m glad because Gil—because some of the boys in school are Grits.
I guess Mr. Phillips is a Grit too because Prissy Andrews’s father is one, and Ruby Gillis says that when a man is courting he always has to agree with the girl’s mother in religion and her father in politics.
Is that true, Matthew?”
“Well now, I dunno,” said Matthew.
“Did you ever go courting, Matthew?”
“Well now, no, I dunno’s I ever did,” said Matthew, who had certainly never thought of such a thing in his whole existence.
Anne reflected with her chin in her hands.
“It must be rather interesting, don’t you think, Matthew?
Ruby Gillis says when she grows up she’s going to have ever so many beaus on the string and have them all crazy about her; but I think that would be too exciting.
I’d rather have just one in his right mind.
But Ruby Gillis knows a great deal about such matters because she has so many big sisters, and Mrs. Lynde says the Gillis girls have gone off like hot cakes.
Mr. Phillips goes up to see Prissy Andrews nearly every evening.
He says it is to help her with her lessons but Miranda Sloane is studying for Queen’s too, and I should think she needed help a lot more than Prissy because she’s ever so much stupider, but he never goes to help her in the evenings at all.
There are a great many things in this world that I can’t understand very well, Matthew.”
“Well now, I dunno as I comprehend them all myself,” acknowledged Matthew.
“Well, I suppose I must finish up my lessons.
I won’t allow myself to open that new book Jane lent me until I’m through.
But it’s a terrible temptation, Matthew.