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Anne of Green Gables

Full Text Chapter XXXII
Full Text Chapter XXXII

Chapter XXXII

The Pass List is out

WITH the end of
June came the close of the term and the close of Miss Stacy's rule in
Avonlea school. Anne and Diana walked home that evening feeling very sober
indeed. Red eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testimony to the
fact that Miss Stacy's farewell words must have been quite as touching as
Mr. Phillips's had been under similar circumstances three years before.
Diana looked back at the schoolhouse from the foot of the spruce hill and
sighed deeply.

"It does seem as if it was the end of everything, doesn't it?" she said

"You oughtn't to feel half as badly as I do," said Anne, hunting vainly
for a dry spot on her handkerchief. "You'll be back again next winter, but
I suppose I've left the dear old school forever—if I have good luck,
that is."

"It won't be a bit the same. Miss Stacy won't be there, nor you nor Jane
nor Ruby probably. I shall have to sit all alone, for I couldn't bear to
have another deskmate after you. Oh, we have had jolly times, haven't we,
Anne? It's dreadful to think they're all over."

Two big tears rolled down by Diana's nose.

"If you would stop crying I could," said Anne imploringly. "Just as soon
as I put away my hanky I see you brimming up and that starts me off again.
As Mrs. Lynde says, 'If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.'
After all, I dare say I'll be back next year. This is one of the times I
know I'm not going to pass. They're getting alarmingly frequent."

"Why, you came out splendidly in the exams Miss Stacy gave."

"Yes, but those exams didn't make me nervous. When I think of the real
thing you can't imagine what a horrid cold fluttery feeling comes round my
heart. And then my number is thirteen and Josie Pye says it's so unlucky.
I am not superstitious and I know it can make no difference. But
still I wish it wasn't thirteen."

"I do wish I was going in with you," said Diana. "Wouldn't we have a
perfectly elegant time? But I suppose you'll have to cram in the

"No; Miss Stacy has made us promise not to open a book at all. She says it
would only tire and confuse us and we are to go out walking and not think
about the exams at all and go to bed early. It's good advice, but I expect
it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think. Prissy
Andrews told me that she sat up half the night every night of her Entrance
week and crammed for dear life; and I had determined to sit up at least
as long as she did. It was so kind of your Aunt Josephine to ask me to
stay at Beechwood while I'm in town."

"You'll write to me while you're in, won't you?"

"I'll write Tuesday night and tell you how the first day goes," promised

"I'll be haunting the post office Wednesday," vowed Diana.

Anne went to town the following Monday and on Wednesday Diana haunted the
post office, as agreed, and got her letter.

"Dearest Diana" [wrote Anne],

"Here it is Tuesday night and I'm writing this in the library at
Beechwood. Last night I was horribly lonesome all alone in my room and
wished so much you were with me. I couldn't 'cram' because I'd promised
Miss Stacy not to, but it was as hard to keep from opening my history as
it used to be to keep from reading a story before my lessons were learned.

"This morning Miss Stacy came for me and we went to the Academy, calling
for Jane and Ruby and Josie on our way. Ruby asked me to feel her hands
and they were as cold as ice. Josie said I looked as if I hadn't slept a
wink and she didn't believe I was strong enough to stand the grind of the
teacher's course even if I did get through. There are times and seasons
even yet when I don't feel that I've made any great headway in learning to
like Josie Pye!

"When we reached the Academy there were scores of students there from all
over the Island. The first person we saw was Moody Spurgeon sitting on the
steps and muttering away to himself. Jane asked him what on earth he was
doing and he said he was repeating the multiplication table over and over
to steady his nerves and for pity's sake not to interrupt him, because if
he stopped for a moment he got frightened and forgot everything he ever
knew, but the multiplication table kept all his facts firmly in their
proper place!

"When we were assigned to our rooms Miss Stacy had to leave us. Jane and I
sat together and Jane was so composed that I envied her. No need of the
multiplication table for good, steady, sensible Jane! I wondered if I
looked as I felt and if they could hear my heart thumping clear across the
room. Then a man came in and began distributing the English examination
sheets. My hands grew cold then and my head fairly whirled around as I
picked it up. Just one awful moment—Diana, I felt exactly as I did
four years ago when I asked Marilla if I might stay at Green Gables—and
then everything cleared up in my mind and my heart began beating again—I
forgot to say that it had stopped altogether!—for I knew I could do
something with that paper anyhow.

"At noon we went home for dinner and then back again for history in the
afternoon. The history was a pretty hard paper and I got dreadfully mixed
up in the dates. Still, I think I did fairly well today. But oh, Diana,
tomorrow the geometry exam comes off and when I think of it it takes every
bit of determination I possess to keep from opening my Euclid. If I
thought the multiplication table would help me any I would recite it from
now till tomorrow morning.

"I went down to see the other girls this evening. On my way I met Moody
Spurgeon wandering distractedly around. He said he knew he had failed in
history and he was born to be a disappointment to his parents and he was
going home on the morning train; and it would be easier to be a carpenter
than a minister, anyhow. I cheered him up and persuaded him to stay to the
end because it would be unfair to Miss Stacy if he didn't. Sometimes I
have wished I was born a boy, but when I see Moody Spurgeon I'm always
glad I'm a girl and not his sister.

"Ruby was in hysterics when I reached their boardinghouse; she had just
discovered a fearful mistake she had made in her English paper. When she
recovered we went uptown and had an ice cream. How we wished you had been
with us.

"Oh, Diana, if only the geometry examination were over! But there, as Mrs.
Lynde would say, the sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in
geometry or not. That is true but not especially comforting. I think I'd
rather it didn't go on if I failed!

"Yours devotedly,


The geometry examination and all the others were over in due time and Anne
arrived home on Friday evening, rather tired but with an air of chastened
triumph about her. Diana was over at Green Gables when she arrived and
they met as if they had been parted for years.

"You old darling, it's perfectly splendid to see you back again. It seems
like an age since you went to town and oh, Anne, how did you get along?"

"Pretty well, I think, in everything but the geometry. I don't know
whether I passed in it or not and I have a creepy, crawly presentiment
that I didn't. Oh, how good it is to be back! Green Gables is the dearest,
loveliest spot in the world."

"How did the others do?"

"The girls say they know they didn't pass, but I think they did pretty
well. Josie says the geometry was so easy a child of ten could do it!
Moody Spurgeon still thinks he failed in history and Charlie says he
failed in algebra. But we don't really know anything about it and won't
until the pass list is out. That won't be for a fortnight. Fancy living a
fortnight in such suspense! I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up
until it is over."

Diana knew it would be useless to ask how Gilbert Blythe had fared, so she
merely said:

"Oh, you'll pass all right. Don't worry."

"I'd rather not pass at all than not come out pretty well up on the list,"
flashed Anne, by which she meant—and Diana knew she meant—that
success would be incomplete and bitter if she did not come out ahead of
Gilbert Blythe.

With this end in view Anne had strained every nerve during the
examinations. So had Gilbert. They had met and passed each other on the
street a dozen times without any sign of recognition and every time Anne
had held her head a little higher and wished a little more earnestly that
she had made friends with Gilbert when he asked her, and vowed a little
more determinedly to surpass him in the examination. She knew that all
Avonlea junior was wondering which would come out first; she even knew
that Jimmy Glover and Ned Wright had a bet on the question and that Josie
Pye had said there was no doubt in the world that Gilbert would be first;
and she felt that her humiliation would be unbearable if she failed.

But she had another and nobler motive for wishing to do well. She wanted
to "pass high" for the sake of Matthew and Marilla—especially
Matthew. Matthew had declared to her his conviction that she "would beat
the whole Island." That, Anne felt, was something it would be foolish to
hope for even in the wildest dreams. But she did hope fervently that she
would be among the first ten at least, so that she might see Matthew's
kindly brown eyes gleam with pride in her achievement. That, she felt,
would be a sweet reward indeed for all her hard work and patient grubbing
among unimaginative equations and conjugations.

At the end of the fortnight Anne took to "haunting" the post office also,
in the distracted company of Jane, Ruby, and Josie, opening the
Charlottetown dailies with shaking hands and cold, sinkaway feelings as
bad as any experienced during the Entrance week. Charlie and Gilbert were
not above doing this too, but Moody Spurgeon stayed resolutely away.

"I haven't got the grit to go there and look at a paper in cold blood," he
told Anne. "I'm just going to wait until somebody comes and tells me
suddenly whether I've passed or not."

When three weeks had gone by without the pass list appearing Anne began to
feel that she really couldn't stand the strain much longer. Her appetite
failed and her interest in Avonlea doings languished. Mrs. Lynde wanted to
know what else you could expect with a Tory superintendent of education at
the head of affairs, and Matthew, noting Anne's paleness and indifference
and the lagging steps that bore her home from the post office every
afternoon, began seriously to wonder if he hadn't better vote Grit at the
next election.

But one evening the news came. Anne was sitting at her open window, for
the time forgetful of the woes of examinations and the cares of the world,
as she drank in the beauty of the summer dusk, sweet-scented with flower
breaths from the garden below and sibilant and rustling from the stir of
poplars. The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the
reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of
color looked like that, when she saw Diana come flying down through the
firs, over the log bridge, and up the slope, with a fluttering newspaper
in her hand.

Anne sprang to her feet, knowing at once what that paper contained. The
pass list was out! Her head whirled and her heart beat until it hurt her.
She could not move a step. It seemed an hour to her before Diana came
rushing along the hall and burst into the room without even knocking, so
great was her excitement.

"Anne, you've passed," she cried, "passed the very first—you
and Gilbert both—you're ties—but your name is first. Oh, I'm
so proud!"

Diana flung the paper on the table and herself on Anne's bed, utterly
breathless and incapable of further speech. Anne lighted the lamp,
oversetting the match safe and using up half a dozen matches before her
shaking hands could accomplish the task. Then she snatched up the paper.
Yes, she had passed—there was her name at the very top of a list of
two hundred! That moment was worth living for.

"You did just splendidly, Anne," puffed Diana, recovering sufficiently to
sit up and speak, for Anne, starry eyed and rapt, had not uttered a word.
"Father brought the paper home from Bright River not ten minutes ago—it
came out on the afternoon train, you know, and won't be here till tomorrow
by mail—and when I saw the pass list I just rushed over like a wild
thing. You've all passed, every one of you, Moody Spurgeon and all,
although he's conditioned in history. Jane and Ruby did pretty well—they're
halfway up—and so did Charlie. Josie just scraped through with three
marks to spare, but you'll see she'll put on as many airs as if she'd led.
Won't Miss Stacy be delighted? Oh, Anne, what does it feel like to see
your name at the head of a pass list like that? If it were me I know I'd
go crazy with joy. I am pretty near crazy as it is, but you're as calm and
cool as a spring evening."

"I'm just dazzled inside," said Anne. "I want to say a hundred things, and
I can't find words to say them in. I never dreamed of this—yes, I
did too, just once! I let myself think once, 'What if I should come
out first?' quakingly, you know, for it seemed so vain and presumptuous to
think I could lead the Island. Excuse me a minute, Diana. I must run right
out to the field to tell Matthew. Then we'll go up the road and tell the
good news to the others."

They hurried to the hayfield below the barn where Matthew was coiling hay,
and, as luck would have it, Mrs. Lynde was talking to Marilla at the lane

"Oh, Matthew," exclaimed Anne, "I've passed and I'm first—or one of
the first! I'm not vain, but I'm thankful."

"Well now, I always said it," said Matthew, gazing at the pass list
delightedly. "I knew you could beat them all easy."

"You've done pretty well, I must say, Anne," said Marilla, trying to hide
her extreme pride in Anne from Mrs. Rachel's critical eye. But that good
soul said heartily:

"I just guess she has done well, and far be it from me to be backward in
saying it. You're a credit to your friends, Anne, that's what, and we're
all proud of you."

That night Anne, who had wound up the delightful evening with a serious
little talk with Mrs. Allan at the manse, knelt sweetly by her open window
in a great sheen of moonshine and murmured a prayer of gratitude and
aspiration that came straight from her heart. There was in it thankfulness
for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on
her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as
maidenhood might desire.