Will Anne Miss Green Gables?      It was a happy and beautiful bride who came down the old carpeted stairs that September noon. She was the first bride of Green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, with her     (5) arms full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in     the hall below, looked up at her with adoring eyes.      She was his at last, this long-sought Anne, whom he won      after years of patient waiting. It was to him she was coming. Was     (10) he worthy of her? Could he make her as     happy as he hoped? If he failed her—if he could      not measure up to her standards. . .... Show more

Will Anne Miss Green Gables?     

It was a happy and beautiful bride who came down the old carpeted stairs that September noon. She was the first bride of Green Gables, slender and shining-eyed, with her    
(5) arms full of roses. Gilbert, waiting for her in    
the hall below, looked up at her with adoring eyes.     
She was his at last, this long-sought Anne, whom he won     
after years of patient waiting. It was to him she was coming. Was    
(10) he worthy of her? Could he make her as    
happy as he hoped? If he failed her—if he could     
not measure up to her standards. . . .    
But then, their eyes met and all doubt was swept     
away in a certainty that everything    
(15) would be wonderful. They belonged to each    
other; no matter what life might hold for them,     
it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each     
other’s keeping and both were unafraid.    
(20) They were married in the sunshine of    
the old orchard, circled by the loving and kindly faces     
of long-familiar friends. Mr. Allan married them     
and the Reverend Jo made what Mrs.     
Rachel Lynde afterwards    
(25) pronounced to be the 'most beautiful    
wedding prayer' she had ever heard. Birds do not     
often sing in September, but one sang sweetly from     
some hidden tree while Gilbert and Anne     
repeated their vows. Anne heard it    
(30) and thrilled to it. Gilbert heard it and    
wondered only that all the birds in the world     
had not burst into jubilant song. The bird sang     
until the ceremony was ended. Then it wound up     
with one more little, glad trill.    
(35) Never had the old gray-green house    
among its enfolding orchards known a merrier     
afternoon. Laughter and joy had their way; and     
when Anne and Gilbert left to catch their train,     
Marilla stood at the gate    
(40) and watched them drive out of sight down    
the long lane with its banks of goldenrod. Anne     
turned at its end to wave her last goodbye.     
She looked once more at her home and felt a     
tinge of sadness. Then she was    
(45) gone—Green Gables was her home no more.    
It would never be again. Marilla’s face looked     
very gray and old as she turned to the house     
which Anne had filled for years with light and life.    

- Adapted from L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams    

Show less