Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think.

With Anne finally reconciled to Diana’s parents, she’s invited to celebrate Diana’s birthday by attending a concert and spending the night with her in the guest bedroom! Unfortunately, however, Marilla nixes the idea, saying that little girls shouldn’t be up and about so late (especially in winter). But Matthew jumps to her aid.

“Well now, I ain’t interfering. It ain’t interfering to have your own opinion. And my opinion is that you ought to let Anne go.”

“You’d think I ought to let Anne go to the moon if she took the notion, I’ve no doubt,” was Marilla’s amiable rejoinder. “I might have let her spend the night with Diana, if that was all. But I don’t approve of this concert plan. She’s go there and catch cold like as not, and have her head filled up with nonsense and excitement. It would unsettle her for a week. I understand that child’s disposition and what’s good for it better than you, Matthew.”

I think you ought to let Anne go,” repeated Matthew firmly. Argument was not his strong point, but holding fast to his opinion certainly was.

Matthew’s stubbornness wins out this time, and thus Anne experiences her first concert with her friend.

“Oh, Anne, how could you pretend not to listen to [Gilbert]? When he came to the line, There’s another, not a sister, he looked right down at you.”

“Diana,” said Anne with dignity, “you are my bosom friend, but I cannot allow even you to speak to me of that person.”

Then Anne redirects her by suggesting a race to the spare room bed…

The two white-clad figures flew down the long room, through the spare-room door, and bounded on the bed at the same moment. And then – something – moved beneath them, there was a gasp and a cry – and somebody said in muffled accents:

“Merciful goodness!”

It turns out Diana’s Aunt Josephine showed up for a surprise visit, usurping the spare bedroom. Anne takes it all in stride, and returns home the next morning before the tempest that is Aunt Josephine awakens. So naturally, she learns of the resulting catastrophe from Mrs. Lynde: Aunt Josephine declares that she’s cutting her visit short and also refuses to fund Diana’s music lessons as she had promised.

I’m such an unlucky girl,” mourned Anne. “I’m always getting into scrapes myself and getting my best friends – people I’d shed my heart’s blood for – into them, too. Can you tell me why it is so, Mrs. Lynde?”

“It’s because you’re too heedless and impulsive, child, that’s what. You never stop to think – whatever comes into your head to say or do you say or do it without a moment’s reflection.”

Oh, but that’s the best of it,” protested Anne. “Something just flashes into your mind, so exciting, and you must out with it. If you stop to think it over you spoil it all.”

But of course, she heads over to the Barry’s to make amends.

“I’m Anne of Green Gables,” said the small visitor tremulously, clasping her hands with her characteristic gesture, “and I’ve come to confess, if you please.”

She proceeds to plead Diana’s case, taking the blame for the whole ordeal herself.

“I don’t think it is any excuse for you that you were only in fun. Little girls never indulged in that kind of fun when I was young. You don’t know what it is to be wakened out of a sound sleep, after a long and arduous journey, by two great girls coming bounce down on you.”

“I don’t know, but I can imagine,” said Anne eagerly. “I’m sure it must have been very disturbing. But then, there is our side of it too. Have you any imagination, Miss Barry? If you have, just put yourself in our place. We didn’t know there was anybody in that bed and you nearly scared us to death. It was simply awful the way we felt. And then we couldn’t sleep in the spare room after being promised. I suppose you are used to sleeping in spare rooms. But just imagine what you would feel like if you were a little orphan girl who had never had such an honor.”

Anne amuses Aunt Josephine with her logic (and her imagination), and thus she stays primarily to get acquainted with the “Anne-girl”.

“Miss Barry was a kindred spirit, after all,” Anne confided to Marilla. “You wouldn’t think so to look at her, but she is. You don’t find it right out at first, as in Matthew’s case, but after a while you come to see it. Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”

Until next time…

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