Anne of Avonlea - L. M. Montgomery

upper story when I told her what I think about things. Wasn’t that a splendid tea we had, teac ...

XXIV A Prophet in His Own Country One May day Avonlea folks were mildly excited over some “Avonlea Notes,” sig ...

set out, or caused to be set out, five ornamental trees. As the society now numbered forty mem ...

how they’re getting on ‘at the other end,’ they’d do better,” said Marilla sarcastically. “I only ...

“Guess Uncle Abe’s hit it for once in his life, Anne,” he shouted. “His storm’s coming a leetle ahead ...

I made up my mind quick as a wink that I wouldn’t fight Teddy Sloane Monday as I’d promised; b ...

“Yas’m. He was hurt pretty bad. He was killed.” Later on Anne went over to comfort Mr. Harrison. She f ...

he continued mournfully, “but so was Dora’s,” he added in a tone which indicated that there w ...

XXV An Avonlea Scandal One blithe June morning, a fortnight after Uncle Abe’s storm, Anne came slowly thr ...

to her Saturday morning duties. The world was growing lovely again; old Mother Nature was doi ...

mischief. I suppose,” turning to Anne, “that parrot of his is as profane as ever?” “His parrot . . . i ...

some medicine for Thomas from Carmody today, so that will be a good excuse. I’ll find out the whol ...

stopped being married for quite a spell, Milty says. I always s’posed people had to keep on being married ...

“Well . . . well . . . I’m getting used to it,” he conceded. “I can’t say I was sorry to see ...

old dress on. Well, she cleaned house till one o’clock that night and at four she was up and at it again. ...

gobbler had come into view in the yard and the sight of a gobbler always had an unwholesome effect on Ginge ...

When Anne went home in the sweet June dusk, Mrs. Harrison went with her across the fields wher ...

“‘Roses red and vi’lets blue, Sugar’s sweet, and so are you” and that ‘spresses my feeli ...

XXVI Around the Bend Thomas Lynde faded out of life as quietly and unobtrusively as he had lived it. His wife ...

“I suppose Gilbert Blythe is going to college in the fall,” said Marilla jerkily. “How would you like to go ...