Dear Avonlea! Glen St Mary was home to her now and had been home for many years, but Avonlea had something that Glen St Mary could never have. Ghosts of herself met her at every turn… the fields she had roamed in welcomed her… unfading echoes of the old sweet life were all about her; every spot s...
Mrs. Stanley would not have known her with the laughter and sparkle in her eyes. If the forenoon seemed long it was only because she was in such a hurry to be with dad again…and away from Aunt Irene. Aunt Irene was trying to pump her…about grandmother and mother and her life at 60 Gay. Jane was n...
that they possessed. The first weeks were very hard. At times adjustment seemed almost impossible. May’s quick temper increased the difficulty. Some of the scenes she made always remained in Pat’s memory like degrading, vulgar things. Yet her spasms of rage were not so bad, the girls thought, as ...
It was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it, but for the most part it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled with a clear violet dusk li...
She did not know whether she was glad or sorry, but she did know she was very much interested—and a little frightened. And she was determined she would not show she was frightened. For one thing she was sure Old Grandmother would have scorned her for being frightened; and Old Grandmother dead had...
One day, coming home through the woods, with her arms full of trailing arbutus and creeping spruce, she met a man who she knew must be Allan Tierney. Allan Tierney, the celebrated painter of beautiful women. He lived in New York in winter, but he owned an island cottage at the northern end of Mis...
I felt a mist of rain Trembling against my face ... I knew that wind had lain In many a haunted place. I saw a sea-beach dim By many a silver dune, Where sandy hollows brim With magic of the moon. I saw a shadowy ship Upon her seaward way, And felt upon my lip A kiss of yesterday. I walked again ...
So it was Queen’s in September for both and Pat thought she might like it if she could survive an absence from Silver Bush for two-thirds of the year. She had always had a sneaking sympathy for Lot’s wife. Was she really to be blamed so much for lingering to look back at her home? Pat’s only comf...
in Lofty John’s bush. That evening on her way home from school, Lofty John himself overtook her in his buggy and for the first time since the night of the apple stopped and accosted her. “Will ya take a lift, Miss Emily av New Moon?” he said affably. &nbs...
This is the true one. Several things happened in the Dark and Penhallow clan because of it. Several other things did not happen. As Uncle Pippin said, this may have been Providence or it may have been the devil that certainly possessed the jug. At any rate, had it not been...