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Marilla was setting out the teacups: white china that belonged to her mother, gold rim and red roses for Rachel Lynde, and green clover for herself.
Anne was unnaturally quiet in the front room. Of course, it wasn't long before Rachel, who usually tutted over Anne's unladylike noisiness, was observing the quiet. "Unnatural, a girl taking up these kinds of things," Rachel said, eyeing the teacups for any chips "Why she can't spend her time on one of those nice knitting forums, I can't say." Marilla, who was a forum moderator on Ravelry, had a few things to say about the niceness of knitters, bit her tongue, and reminded herself to check the IP address of aryclicH0R27 that afternoon. She poured the tea, and nudged the cream and sugar a little closer to Rachel.
The steam curled up from the teacups in delicate curls in the sunlight. There was a moment of peace while Rachel doctored her tea, and sipped it, and frowned, and added more sugar.
Then, from the front room there was a huff and a girlish growl, as the desk chair slid across the polished wooden floor, and Anne came into the room, braids askew, sleeves of her cardigan pushed up around her elbows.
"Oh, Marilla" she exclaimed. "Oh, Mrs. Lynde, you would not believe the scurrillious, rapscallion ways of some folks who have enough education and worldly experience." Anne grabbed her bookbag and bounded up the stairs. "To know better" muffled from the second floor.
Rachel raised her eyebrows. Marilla sipped her tea. Anne clattered back downstairs. "It's unconsionable, unmentionable, unfathomable" she said breathlessly "And I can't even bear to finish the books now," stuffing her library books into her bag. "But it takes forever to get new books through interlibrary loan, and I'll die without something to read, Marilla, I'll simply die of boredom and misery."
Rachel raised her eyebrows again, and opened her mouth. Marilla closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever unfortunate comment was coming.
"If you spent your time out picking berries..." Oh yes, there it was "or working on your sewing, like any reasonable young lady.." Anne Shirley's face heated up, and her lips pursed. "You'd have money to give to those nice Verb Noire folks, and have more books to read."
Marilla opened her eyes, shocked. Anne was staring, and her mouth worked a few times before she managed to choke out "OH! Mrs. Lynde! That is the most marvelously stupendous idea! The fruit of my labour shall be the sweet berries, and the fruit of them sweet books!" Anne hugged a startled Rachel, and swept out of the room, berry basket in one hand, and her book bag careened off the door jamb.
The screen door slammed. The cups rattled in their saucers, and Marilla reached for the teapot: "More?" she asked Rachel.
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sheafrotherdon 's journal, inspired by her subject lineContext, if you need it
Marilla was setting out the teacups: white china that belonged to her mother, gold rim and red roses for Rachel Lynde, and green clover for herself.
Anne was unnaturally quiet in the front room. Of course, it wasn't long before Rachel, who usually tutted over Anne's unladylike noisiness, was observing the quiet. "Unnatural, a girl taking up these kinds of things," Rachel said, eyeing the teacups for any chips "Why she can't spend her time on one of those nice knitting forums, I can't say." Marilla, who was a forum moderator on Ravelry, had a few things to say about the niceness of knitters, bit her tongue, and reminded herself to check the IP address of aryclicH0R27 that afternoon. She poured the tea, and nudged the cream and sugar a little closer to Rachel.
The steam curled up from the teacups in delicate curls in the sunlight. There was a moment of peace while Rachel doctored her tea, and sipped it, and frowned, and added more sugar.
Then, from the front room there was a huff and a girlish growl, as the desk chair slid across the polished wooden floor, and Anne came into the room, braids askew, sleeves of her cardigan pushed up around her elbows.
"Oh, Marilla" she exclaimed. "Oh, Mrs. Lynde, you would not believe the scurrillious, rapscallion ways of some folks who have enough education and worldly experience." Anne grabbed her bookbag and bounded up the stairs. "To know better" muffled from the second floor.
Rachel raised her eyebrows. Marilla sipped her tea. Anne clattered back downstairs. "It's unconsionable, unmentionable, unfathomable" she said breathlessly "And I can't even bear to finish the books now," stuffing her library books into her bag. "But it takes forever to get new books through interlibrary loan, and I'll die without something to read, Marilla, I'll simply die of boredom and misery."
Rachel raised her eyebrows again, and opened her mouth. Marilla closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever unfortunate comment was coming.
"If you spent your time out picking berries..." Oh yes, there it was "or working on your sewing, like any reasonable young lady.." Anne Shirley's face heated up, and her lips pursed. "You'd have money to give to those nice Verb Noire folks, and have more books to read."
Marilla opened her eyes, shocked. Anne was staring, and her mouth worked a few times before she managed to choke out "OH! Mrs. Lynde! That is the most marvelously stupendous idea! The fruit of my labour shall be the sweet berries, and the fruit of them sweet books!" Anne hugged a startled Rachel, and swept out of the room, berry basket in one hand, and her book bag careened off the door jamb.
The screen door slammed. The cups rattled in their saucers, and Marilla reached for the teapot: "More?" she asked Rachel.
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Date: 2009-03-13 02:47 pm (UTC)and some squee for AoGG ficlet, i just had a warm fuzzy childhood moment!