Anne of Avonlea

the

s today, girls?" asked Philippa, popping

ldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets into my blood and makes a sort of gl

any one but yours

Charlie, and we'll be very gla

I'll have to be gooseberry, and that will

ou'll be able to sympathize with all poor souls who have

nny, but Alonzo wouldn't be likely to. I was in a hurry, so I snatched Alec's letter-as I thought-out of the envelope and scribbled down a postscript. Then I mailed both letters. I got Alonzo's reply this morning. Girls, I had put that postscript to his letter and he was furious. Of course he'll get over it-and I don't care if he doesn't-but it spoiled my day. So I thought I'd come

broidery I dropped on the floor in the corner behind the chair it was on. I thought it would be safe there. But would you believe it? Charlie Sloane made for that chair, noticed the cushion behind it, solemnly fished it up, and sat on it the whole evening. Such a wrec

stood them up against the wall on the stair landing. They topple over half the time and if we come up or down the stairs in the dark we fall over them. Last Sunday, when Dr. Davis prayed for all those exposed to the perils of

a bearable degree of gooseberry. That Gilbert of yours is a dar

Charlie Sloane; but he was of Avonlea, so

iends," she said coldly. "Charlie is a n

istence to be punished with such eyes. Pris and I are going to have such sport wi

y ignorant; he thought he was quite a fine fellow to be walking with two such coeds, especially Philippa Gordon, the

calm, still beauty of the autumn afternoon under the pines of the

w I love the pines! They seem to strike their roots deep into the romance of all the ages. It is so

ountain solit

me spell

from them like

the gus

d Gil

mbitions seem rather pe

came to me, I would come to the pin

th the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plu

trong and brave to meet it. And I hope it won't be through my own fault that it will come. Do you remember what Dr. Davis said last Sunday evening-that the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them

ur life but happiness and pleasure, Anne," sai

ped and rounded out without some trial and sorrow-though I suppose it is only when we are pretty

their right lay the harbor, taking on tints of rose and copper as it stretched out into the sunset. Before them the water shimmered, satin smooth and silver gray, and beyond, clean shaven Wil

and especially, but I'm sure I couldn't get it if I did. Look at that sentry on the summit

n looking for heather-but, of course, we couldn't

ne. "Heather doesn't gr

somewhere else in Nova Scotia, I forget where. The famous Highland Regiment, the Black Watch, camped here o

htful!" said e

e handsome houses where the wealthy nobles dwell.' Spofford Avenue is the finest

ace after you leave the park, and must have grown while Spofford Avenue was still a country road. It DID grow-it wasn't built! I don't care

windows peeped. Before it was a tiny garden, surrounded by a low stone wall. October though it was, the garden was still very sweet with dear, old-fashioned, unworldly flowers and shrubs-sweet may, southern-wood, lemon verbena, alyssum, petunias, marigolds and chrysanthemums. A tiny brick wall, in herring-bone pattern, led from the gate

. "It gives me one of my old, delightful funny aches. It's

d the archway over the gate. 'Patty's Place.' Isn't that killing? Especially on this Aven

ea who Patty is?

Anne. Exaggeration is merely a flight of poetic fancy. I understand that wealthy folk have tried to buy the lot time and again-it's really worth a small fortune now, you know-but 'Patty

aid Anne. "Why, I feel as if I belonged to it. I wond

ikely," sai

led myst

creepy, crawly feeling-you can call it a presentiment, if you like