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Silver Zero Subs
Kikoeru kashira
Do you hear? Hooves beating
Original story by Lucy Maud Montgomery
AKAGE NO ANNE
Hizume no oto
A carriage goes through the gentle hills
Yuruyakana oka wo nutte
Kaketekuru basha
Someone comes to pick me up
Mukae ni kuru no mukae ni kuru no ne
And takes me
Dare ka ga
Watashi wo tsureteyuku no ne
Shiroi hana no michi he
To the avenue with white flowers
To the home of wind
Kaze no furusato he
He takes me
Tsureteyuku no ne
I'm sure
Tsureteyuku no ne
The Wrong Ingredient
Monday and Tuesday great preparations went on at Green Gables.
Having the minister and his wife to tea was a serious and important undertaking,
and Marilla was determined not to be eclipsed by any of the Avonlea housekeepers.
Anne was wild with excitement and delight for helping Marilla,
and also because she was going to make a cake for Mrs. Allan.
Marilla and Anne were very carefull so Matthew didn't know anything about it.
They were afraid he would find an excuse to be away that day if he knew about it.
On Tuesday evening Anne talked it all over with Diana by the Dryad's Bubble.
Everything is ready, Diana,
except my cake which I'm to make in the morning.
Marilla and I have had a busy two days of it.
It's such a responsibility having a minister's family to tea.
We're going to have jellied chicken
and cold tongue.
We're to have two kinds of jelly, red and yellow,
and whipped cream and lemon pie, and cherry pie,
and three kinds of cookies, and fruit cake.
And Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves, and pound cake,
and biscuits as aforesaid, and my layer cake.
My! Twelve different things?
But I just grow cold when I think of my layer cake.
Oh, what will I do if it's not good?
Diana, I dreamed last night
that I was chased all around by a fearful goblin with a big layer cake for a head.
A cake goblin?
But, Anne, It'll be good, all right.
Do you really think so, Diana?
Yes, because the one you made that we had for lunch in Idlewild two weeks ago
was perfectly elegant.
Diana, you're a best friend indeed!
But cakes have a habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.
I shall just have to trust to Providence and be careful to put in the flour.
Oh, look, Diana, what a lovely rainbow!
It really is.
Do you suppose the dryad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf?
But, Anne, you know there is no such thing as a dryad.
But, Diana, it's so easy to imagine there is.
Every night before I go to bed, I look out of my window...
...and wonder if the dryad is really sitting here,
combing her locks with the spring for a mirror.
Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning.
And did you find any, Anne?
Oh, Diana, don't give up your faith in the dryad!
All right.
If you believe it, I'll believe it too.
Wednesday morning came.
What's wrong? Did I catch a cold?
Good morning, Marilla.
Why are you up so early, Anne?
But Mrs. Allan is coming today,
so I can't sleep.
She will be here only in the afternoon. We still have much time.
What's wrong?
I wonder if I caught a cold.
It must be because of your dabbling in the spring on the preceding evening, with Diana.
What should I do?
I have to make my important cake.
Well, calm down. Everything is almost done,
so you don't need to worry.
Go sleep some more.
I can't do that.
Anne finally stopped sneezing at breakfast,
but she was with a terrible cold.
Matthew, we invited the new minister and his wife for tea this afternoon.
Do you understand? You have to be present.
W-well I...
I have to take care of the mare.
Matthew, please! You have to be here!
Don't be like that, Matthew. You are the head of this house.
We... well now, yes.
But... I'm not good with these things.
I... I'd better... not be present.
Matthew!
We made so much good food.
And they're both very nice people!
Well? You'll be here, won't you?
Well now... how could I...
Just tell them... well...
that I have flu and I'm resting.
If Matthew is not present, today's meeting won't be so interesting, Marilla!
I'm going to bring Matthew here.
Forget it.
Matthew won't change his mind if he's so set on it.
And if you don't hurry up and tidy this place up, you won't have time to make your cake.
This is really yeast?
It's ready?
I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything this time, Marilla.
But do you think it will rise?
Just suppose perhaps the baking powder isn't good?
I used it out of the new can.
Mrs. Lynde says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays
when everything is so adulterated.
She says the Government ought to take the matter up.
We'll let the matter of the Government rest.
How is your cold?
My cold is almost gone.
But Marilla, what if that cake doesn't rise? What should we do?
Don't worry.
We'll have plenty without it.
The cake did rise, however,
and came out of the oven as light and feathery as golden foam.
Anne, flushed with delight, clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly.
And, in imagination, Anne saw Mrs. Allan eating it and possibly asking for another piece!
This is truly delicious!
Anne, could I have one more please?
Yes. Of course, Mrs. Allan!
I wish to have one more too.
Marilla!
The cake is done.
Put it over there.
You'll be using the best tea set, of course.
Don't touch it. I just polished it bright.
Marilla. Can I fix the table with ferns and wild roses?
Fix the table with ferns and wild roses?
I think that's all nonsense.
In my opinion it's the eatables that matter and not flummery decorations.
Mrs. Barry had her table decorated,
and the minister paid her an elegant compliment.
He said it was a feast for the eye as well as the palate.
Well, do as you like.
Only mind you leave enough room for the dishes and the food.
Yes. I know.
Tidy up all the utensils used on the cake.
I forgot. I can't smell anything today.
Anne hopes the tea to be a success
and wanted Matthew to take part no matter what.
Matthew, are you ready?
My. You look great, Matthew.
Just like the day you came to fetch me.
Well now...
This...
How do I put this...
It's all right. Let me help you.
Marilla will be surprised.
She thinks you will lie on bed all day.
Well now. I was... But you...
Anne! Anne!
Where are you? The guests are here!
Come on. Let's go.
I won't go out just yet.
Matthew!
Anne!
You must come!
Marilla and Anne stood outside the house to welcome the guests.
Anne forgot about Matthew now that Mrs. Allan was here.
My brother isn't feeling very well today.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Please come in.
Matthew Cuthbert!
Matthew!
Welcome, Mr. Allan.
This is my brother Matthew.
Pleased to meet you. I'm minister Allan.
How is your illness?
Well... I... I feel better now.
Well, please come in.
What a beautiful table!
It has a very fragrant smell.
It's very beautiful. Thank you for doing this for us.
It's Anne's doings.
You must be an artist, Anne Shirley.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Allan.
I'm the one who is thankful.
Anne was very happy.
And Matthew too.
Unlike Marilla thought, he talked to the minister with interest.
He never said a word to Mrs. Allan,
but that perhaps was not to be expected.
All went merry as a marriage bell
until Anne's layer cake was passed.
Please have a piece of cake.
I'm already full. I don't think I can eat more.
Oh, you must take a piece of this, Mrs. Allan.
Anne made it on purpose for you.
Oh, In that case I must sample it.
It looks delicious.
Anne Shirley!
What on earth did you put into that cake?
Nothing but what the recipe said, Marilla.
Isn't it all right?
It's simply horrible. Mrs. Allan, don't try to eat it.
Anne, what flavoring did you use?
Vanilla.
Oh, Marilla, it must have been the baking powder. I had my suspicions of that bak...
Baking powder fiddlesticks!
Go and bring me the bottle of vanilla you used.
It's really vanilla.
Let me see.
Mercy on us!
Anne, you've flavored that cake with ANODYNE LINIMENT.
It was on the medicines shelf, wasn't it?
Yes.
I broke the liniment bottle last week and
poured what was left into an old empty vanilla bottle.
I suppose it's partly my fault. I should have warned you.
But why couldn't you have smelled it?
I couldn't.
I had such a cold!
Hey! Anne!
Oh, Marilla, I'm disgraced forever.
I shall never be able to live this down.
It will get out--things always do get out in Avonlea.
Diana will ask me how my cake turned out
and I shall have to tell her the truth.
I shall always be pointed at as the girl who flavored a cake with anodyne liniment.
Oh, Marilla,
if you have a spark of Christian pity
don't tell me that I must go down and wash the dishes after this.
I'll wash them when the minister and his wife are gone.
But I cannot ever look Mrs. Allan in the face again.
Perhaps she'll think I tried to poison her.
Mrs. Lynde says she knows an orphan girl who tried to poison her benefactor.
But the liniment isn't poisonous.
Won't you tell Mrs. Allan so, Marilla?
Suppose you jump up and tell her so yourself?
Mrs. Allan!
Anne Shirley.
My dear little girl, you mustn't cry like this.
Why, it's all just a funny mistake that anybody might make.
Oh, no, it takes me to make such a mistake.
And I wanted to have that cake so nice for you, Mrs. Allan.
Yes, I know, dear.
And I assure you I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness
just as much as if it had turned out all right.
Now, you mustn't cry any more,
but come down with me and show me your flower garden.
Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all your own.
I want to see it,
for I'm very much interested in flowers.
Mrs. Allan!
Anne permitted herself to be led down and comforted,
reflecting that it was really providential that Mrs. Allan was a kindred spirit.
Nothing more was said about the liniment cake.
And when the guests went away, Anne said...
Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
I'll warrant you'll make plenty in it.
I never saw your beat for making mistakes.
Yes, and well I know it.
But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla?
I don't see what.
I never make the same mistake twice.
My, my...
I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones.
Oh, don't you see, Marilla?
There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make.
That's a very comforting thought.
Well, you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs.
It isn't fit for any human to eat.
All right. I'll give it to the pigs and apologise to them.
Anne found that she had enjoyed the evening more than could have been expected.
And why was that? Even Anne herself didn't know why.
Anne went to the post office and got a letter adressed to her.
Next episode of Anne of Green Gables:
Anne is Invited Out to Tea
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