‘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. She’s been dead this thirty year, but she was one of them women you never forget.’ ‘Tell us the story,’ pleaded Anne. ‘I want to find out all about the women who have lived in this house before me.’ ‘Well, there’s jest been three – Elizabeth Russell, and Mrs Ned Russell, and the schoolmaster’s bride. Elizabeth Russell was a nice, clever little critter, and Mrs Ned was a nice woman, too. But they weren’t ever like the schoolmaster’s bride. ‘The schoolmaster’s name was John Selwyn. He came out from the Old Country to teach school at the Glen when I was a boy of sixteen. He wasn’t much like the usual run of derelicts who used to come out to P.E.I. to teach school in them days.
