Monday, Sept. 12 DEAREST, Isn’t that an address! Did you ever hear anything so delicious? Windy Willows is the name of my new home, and I love it. I also love Spook’s Lane, which has no legal existence. It should be Trent Street, but it is never called Trent Street except on the rare occasions wh...
‘Was she a part of the story I’ve heard was connected with this house?’ asked Gilbert. ‘Somebody told me you could tell it, Captain Jim.’ ‘Well, yes, I know it. I reckon I’m the only person living in Four Winds now that can remember the schoolmaster’s bride as she was when she came to the Island....
It has been very hard to keep our courage alight of late. The Caporetto disaster is a dreadful thing and not even Susan can extract much consolation out of the present state of affairs. The rest of us don't try. Gertrude keeps saying desperately, 'They must not get Venice--they must not get Venic...
He loved beauty, and the roads around Glen St Mary were beautiful. The road to Lowbridge was a double ribbon of dancing buttercups, with here and there the ferny green rim of an inviting grove. But today Dad didn’t seem to want to talk much and he drove Grey Tom as Walter never remembered seeing ...
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Anne Of Avonlea Author: Lucy Maud Montgomery Release Date: March 7, 2006 [EBook #47] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START...
She had a feeling that Stella thought longingly about marriage… a home… babies. She had begged one night to be allowed to give Rilla her bath. ‘It’s so delightful to bathe her plump, dimpled little body’… and again, shyly, ‘It’s so lovely, Mrs Blythe, to have little darling velvet arms stretched ...
MARY BRINGS EVIL TIDINGS Mary Vance, whom Mrs. Elliott had sent up to the manse on an errand, came tripping down Rainbow Valley on her way to Ingleside where she was to spend the afternoon with Nan and Di as a Saturday treat. Nan and Di had been picking spruce gum with Faith and Una in the manse ...
"Look, Marilla," she said sorrowfully, holding up the flowers before the eyes of a grim lady, with her hair coifed in a green gingham apron, who was going into the house with a plucked chicken, "these are the only buds the storm spared . . . and even they are imperfect. I'm so sorry . . . I wante...