d Anne. "If they had been so blind as to name
her Elizabeth or Nellie or Muriel she must have been called
Lavendar just the same, I think. It's so suggestive of sweetness and
old-fashioned graces and 'silk attire.' Now, my name just smacks of
bread and butter, patchwork and chores."

"Oh, I don't think so," said Diana. "Anne seems to me real stately and
like a queen. But I'd like Kerrenhappuch if it happened to be your
name. I think people make their names nice or ugly just by what they are
themselves. I can't bear Josie or Gertie for names now but before I knew
the Pye girls I thought them real pretty."

"That's a lovely idea, Diana," said Anne enthusiastically. "Living so
that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with
. . . making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and
pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana."

XXII

Odds and Ends

"So you had tea at the stone house with Lavendar Lewis?" said Marilla
at the breakfast table next morning. "What is she like now? It's over
fifteen years since I saw her last . . . it was one Sunday in Grafton
church. I suppose she has changed a great deal. Davy Keith, when you
want something you can't reach, ask to have it passed and don't spread
yourself over the table in that fashion. Did you ever see Paul Irving
doing that when he was here to meals?"

"But Paul's arms are longer'n mine," brumbled Davy. "They've had eleven
years to grow and mine've only had seven. 'Sides, I DID ask, but you
and Anne was so busy talking you didn't pay any 'tention. 'Sides, Paul's
never been here to any meal escept tea, and it's easier to be p'lite
at tea than at breakfast. You ain't half as hungry. It's an awful long
while between supper and breakfast. Now, Anne, that spoonful ain't any
bigger than it was last year and I'M ever so much bigger."

"Of course, I don't know what Miss Lavendar used to look like but I
don't fancy somehow that she has changed a great deal," said Anne, after
she had helped Davy to maple syrup, giving him two spoonfuls to pacify
him. "Her hair is snow-white but her face is fresh and almost girlish,
and she has the sweetest brown eyes . . . such a pretty shade of
wood-brown with little golden glints in them . . . and her voice makes
you think of white satin and tinkling water and fairy bells all mixed up
together."

"She was reckoned a great beauty when she was a girl," said Marilla. "I
never kne