Anne of Avonlea - L. M. Montgomery

along just as she left the Green Gables lane. She felt as guilty as if their positions were reversed; ...

XIII A Golden Picnic Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy ...

every sunlit upland and field was a delicate, flower-starred green. Mr. Harrison, harrowing at the back of h ...

name?” asked Priscilla. “Because the person who first named them either had no imagination at all or else fa ...

“This is where the bad wood elves dwell,” whispered Anne. “They are impish and malicious but they can’t h ...

climbing it; but when they reached the top and came out into the open the pre ...

brought her to Avonlea. Mrs. Lynde said he was taking a fearful risk in marrying a Yankee, and it ...

never live to eat their fruit, but she wanted to think that something she had planted would go on living ...

“I wonder what a soul . . . a person’s soul . . . would look like,” said Priscilla dreami ...

XIV A Danger Averted Anne, walking home from the post office one Friday evening, was joined by Mrs. Lynde ...

“Miss Josephine Barry has one. I’ll write and ask her if she’ll lend it for the occasion,” said Anne. “W ...

at an Aid meeting, Dora asleep on the kitchen sofa, and Davy in the sitting room closet, blissfully absorbing ...

all fanciful speculations thereupon. Davy and Dora were taught a hymn, a catechism question, and t ...

At this especial meeting they intended to draw up a petition to the school trustees, humbly praying t ...

only Parkers in Avonlea, so that no leverage could be exerted by family connections. Martha Park ...

The vanquished committee retired, thinking things not lawful to be uttered. “We have done all we can do and ...

Two men were sitting in their buggies, reined off to the side of the road, just at the entrance of the p ...

were discussing the other day. I’ve decided not to let my fences to that company after all. A society ...

XV The Beginning of Vacation Anne locked the schoolhouse door on a still, yellow evening, when the winds we ...

“And yet,” said Anne, very softly, “you wouldn’t want it to stop hurting . . . you wouldn’t ...