`` 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 . CHAPTER XXXIII . The Hotel Concert `` Put on your white organdy , by all means , Anne , '' advised Diana decidedly . They were together in the east gable chamber ; outside it was only twilight -- a lovely yellowish-green twilight with a clear-blue cloudless sky . A big round moon , slowly deepening from her pallid luster into burnished silver , hung over the Haunted Wood ; the air was full of sweet summer sounds -- sleepy birds twittering , freakish breezes , faraway voices and laughter . But in Anne 's room the blind was drawn and the lamp lighted , for an important toilet was being made . The east gable was a very different place from what it had been on that night four years before , when Anne had felt its bareness penetrate to the marrow of her spirit with its inhospitable chill . Changes had crept in , Marilla conniving at them resignedly , until it was as sweet and dainty a nest as a young girl could desire . The velvet carpet with the pink roses and the pink silk curtains of Anne 's early visions had certainly never materialized ; but her dreams had kept pace with her growth , and it is not probable she lamented them . The floor was covered with a pretty matting , and the curtains that softened the high window and fluttered in the vagrant breezes were of pale-green art muslin . The walls , hung not with gold and silver brocade tapestry , but with a dainty apple-blossom paper , were adorned with a few good pictures given Anne by Mrs. Allan . Miss Stacy 's photograph occupied the place of honor , and Anne made a sentimental point of keeping fresh flowers on the bracket under it . Tonight a spike of white lilies faintly perfumed the room like the dream of a fragrance . There was no `` mahogany furniture , '' but there was a white-painted bookcase filled with books , a cushioned wicker rocker , a toilet table befrilled with white muslin , a quaint , gilt-framed mirror with chubby pink Cupids and purple grapes painted over its arched top , that used to hang in the spare room , and a low white bed . Anne was dressing for a concert at the White Sands Hotel . The guests had got it up in aid of the Charlottetown hospital , and had hunted out all the available amateur talent in the surrounding districts to help it along .
Bertha Sampson and Pearl Clay of the White Sands Baptist choir had been asked XXXXX sing a duet ; Milton Clark of Newbridge was to give a violin solo ; Winnie Adella Blair of Carmody was to sing a Scotch ballad ; and Laura Spencer of Spencervale and Anne Shirley of Avonlea were to recite .
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