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Today we'll be continuing anne of the island by Lucy Maud Montgomery chapter 15 A Dream Turned Upside Down just one more week and we go back to Redmond, said Anne.

She was happy at the thought of returning to work classes and redmond friends.

Pleasing visions were also being woven around Patty's place.

There was a warm, pleasant sense of home in the thought of it, even though she had never lived there.

But the summer had been a very happy one, too.

A time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things, a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships, a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily.

All life lessons are not learned at college, she thought.

Life teaches them everywhere.

But alas, the final week of that pleasant vacation was spoiled for Anne by one of those impish happenings which are like a dream turned upside down.

Been writing any more stories lately?

Inquired Mr.

Harrison genially one evening when Anne was taking tea with him and Mrs.

Harrison?

No, answered Anne, rather crisply.

Well, no offense meant.

Mrs.

Hiram Sloan told me the other day that a big envelope addressed to the Rolling's Reliable Baking Powder Company of Montreal had been dropped into the post office box a month ago, and she suspicioned that somebody was trying for the prize they'd offered for the best story that introduced the name of their baking powder.

She said it wasn't addressed in your writing, but I thought maybe it was you.

Indeed, no.

I saw the prize offer, but I'd never dream of competing for it.

I think it would be perfectly disgraceful to write a story to advertise a baking powder.

It would be almost as bad as Judson Parker's patent medicine fence.

So speak Anne loftily little, dreaming of the valley of humiliation awaiting her that very evening.

Diana popped into the porch gable, bright eyed and rosy cheeked, carrying a letter.

Oh, Anne, here's a letter for you.

I was at the office, so I thought I'd bring it along.

Do open it quick, if it is what I believe it is, I shall just be wild with delight and, puzzled, opened the letter and glanced over the typewritten.

Contents ms.

Anne shirley, green gables, aven lee, PE island.

Dear Madame, we have much pleasure in informing you that your charming story Aver's Atonement has won the prize of $25 offered in our recent competition.

We enclose the check here with we are arranging for the publication of the story in several prominent Canadian newspapers, and we also intend to have it printed in pamphlet form for distribution among our patrons.

Thank you for the interest you have shown in our enterprise.

We remain.

Yours very truly.

The Ruling's reliable Baking Powder Co.

I don't understand, said Anne blankly.

Diana clapped her hands.

Oh, I knew it would win the prize.

I was sure of it.

I sent your story into the competition, Anne.

Diana Berry.

Yes, I did, said Diana, gleefully, perching herself on the bed.

When I saw the offer, I thought of your story in a minute, and at first I thought I'd ask you to send it in, but then I was afraid you wouldn't.

You had so little faith left in it, so I just decided I'd send the copy you gave me and say nothing about it.

And if it didn't win the prize, you'd never know, and you wouldn't feel badly over it, because the stories that failed were not to be returned.

And if it did, you'd have such a delightful surprise.

Diana was not the most discerning of mortals, but just at this moment, it struck her that Anne was not looking exactly overjoyed.

The surprise was there beyond doubt.

But where was the delight?

Why, Anne, you don't seem a bit pleased.

She exclaimed.

Anne instantly manufactured a smile and put it on.

Of course, I couldn't be anything but pleased over your unselfish wish to give me pleasure, she said slowly.

But you know, I'm so amazed, I can't realize it and I don't understand.

There wasn't a word in my story about and choked a little over the word baking powder.

Oh, I put that in, said Diana, reassured.

It was as easy as a wink.

And of course, my experience in our old story club helped me.

You know the scene where Avel makes the cake?

Well, I just stated that she used the Rollings Reliable in it, and that was why it turned out so well.

And then in the last paragraph, where Perceval clasps Avril in his arms and says, sweetheart, the beautiful coming years will bring us the fulfillment of our home of dreams, I added, in which we will never use any baking powder except Rollings Reliable.

Oh.

Gasped poor Anne, as if someone had dashed cold water on her.

And you've won the $25, continued Diana jubilantly.

Why, I heard Priscilla say once that the Canadian woman only pays $5 for a story.

Anne held out the hateful pink slip and shaking fingers.

I can't take it.

It's yours by right, diana you sent the story in and made the alterations.

I would certainly never have sent it, so you must take the check.

I'd like to see myself, said Diana scornfully.

Why, what I did wasn't any trouble.

The honor of being a friend of the prize winner is enough for me.

Well, I must go.

I should have gone straight home from the post office, for we have company.

But I simply had to come and hear the news.

I'm so glad for your sake, Anne Ann.

Anne suddenly bent forward, put her arms about Diana and kissed her cheek.

I think you are the sweetest and truest friend in the world, Diana, she said with a little tremble in her voice.

And I assure you I appreciate the motive of what you've done.

Diana, pleased and embarrassed, got herself away.

And poor Anne, after flinging the innocent check into her bureau drawer as if it were blood money, cast herself on her bed and wept tears of shame and outraged sensibility.

Oh, she could never live this down.

Never.

Gilbert arrived at dusk, burning over with congratulations, for he had called at Orchard Slope and heard the news.

But his congratulations died on his lips at sight of Anne's face.

Why, Anne, what is the matter?

I expected to find you radiant over winning Rolling's Reliable prize.

Good for you.

Oh, Gilbert, not you, implored Anne in an etube tone.

I thought you would understand.

Can't you see how awful it is?

I must confess I can't.

What is wrong?

Everything moaned anne I feel as if I were disgraced forever.

What do you think a mother would feel like if she found her child tattooed over with a baking powder advertisement?

I feel just the same.

I loved my poor little story, and I wrote it out of the best that was in me.

And it is sacrilege to have it degraded to the level of a baking powder advertisement.

Don't you remember what Professor Hamilton used to tell us in the literature class at Queens?

He said we were never to write a word for a lower, unworthy motive, but always to cling to the very highest ideals.

What will he think when he hears I've written a story to advertise Rolling's Reliable?

And when it gets out at Redmond, think how I'll be teased and laughed at that.

You won't, said Gilbert, wondering uneasily if it were that confounded Junior's opinion in particular, over which Anne was worried.

The Reds will think just as I thought, that you, being like nine out of ten of us, not overburdened with worldly wealth, had taken this way of earning an honest penny to help yourself through the year.

I don't see that there's anything low or unworthy about that.

Or anything ridiculous, either.

One would rather write masterpieces of literature, no doubt.

But meanwhile, board and tuition fees have to be paid.

This common sense, matter of fact view of the case cheered Anna Little.

At least it removed her dread of being laughed at, though the deeper hurt of an outraged ideal remained.

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