“I should think I do,” said Anne ruefully.  “People don’t forget things like that.  How I hated poor Mrs. Rachel at that moment!”

“And then that ‘apology’ you made her.  Well, you were a handful, in all conscience, Anne.  I did feel so puzzled and bewildered how to manage you.  Matthew understood you better.”

“Matthew understood everything,” said Anne softly, as she always spoke of him.

“Well, I think it could be managed so that Rachel and I wouldn’t clash at all.  It always seemed to me that the reason two women can’t get along in one house is that they try to share the same kitchen and get in each other’s way.  Now, if Rachel came here, she could have the north gable for her bedroom and the spare room for a kitchen as well as not, for we don’t really need a spare room at all.  She could put her stove there and what furniture she wanted to keep, and be real comfortable and independent.  She’ll have enough to live on of course...her children’ll see to that...so all I’d be giving her would be house room.  Yes, Anne, far as I’m concerned I’d like it.”

“Then ask her,” said Anne promptly.  “I’d be very sorry myself to see Mrs. Rachel go away.”

“And if she comes,” continued Marilla, “You can go to college as well as not.  She’ll be company for me and she’ll do for the twins what I can’t do, so there’s no reason in the world why you shouldn’t go.”

Anne had a long meditation at her window that night.  Joy and regret struggled together in her heart.  She had come at last . . . suddenly and unexpectedly . . . to the bend in the road; and college was around it, with a hundred rainbow hopes and visions; but Anne realized as well that when she rounded that curve she must leave many sweet things behind. . . all the little simple duties and interests which had grown so dear to her in the last two years and which she had glorified into beauty and delight by the enthusiasm she had put into them.  She must give up her school . . . and she loved every one of her pupils, even the stupid and naughty ones.  The mere thought of Paul Irving made her wonder if Redmond were such a name to conjure with after all.

“I’ve put out a lot of little roots these two years,” Anne told the moon, “and when I’m pulled up they’re going to hurt a great deal.  But it’s best to go, I think, and, as Marilla says, there’s no good reason why I shouldn’t.  I must get out all my ambitions and dust them.”

Anne sent in her resignation the next day; and Mrs. Rachel, after a heart to heart talk with Marilla, gratefully accepted the offer of a home at Green Gables.  She elected to remain in her own house for the summer, however; the farm was not to be sold until the fall and there were many arrangements to be made.

“I certainly never thought of living as far off the road as Green Gables,” sighed Mrs. Rachel to herself.  “But really, Green Gables doesn’t seem as out of the world as it used to do . . .  Anne has lots of company and the twins make it real lively.  And anyhow, I’d rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.”