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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Story Girl, by Lucy Maud Montgomery #10 in our series by Lucy Maud MontgomeryCopyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do not change or edit the header withoutwritten permission.Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included is importantinformation about your specific rights and restrictions in how the file may be used. You can also find out about how to make a donation to ProjectGutenberg, and how to get involved.**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts****eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971*******These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers!*****Title: The Story Girl Author: Lucy Maud MontgomeryRelease Date: March, 2004 [EBook #5342] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on July 2, 2002]Edition: 10Language: English*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY GIRL ***This book has been put on-line as part of the BUILD-A-BOOK Initiative at the Celebration of Women Writers through the combined work of Leslee Suttieand Mary Mark Ockerbloom.http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/Reformatted by Ben Crowder <crowderb@blankslate.net> http://www.blankslate.net/lang/etexts.php
THE STORY GIRL
By L. M. MONTGOMERY Author of "Anne of Green Gables," "Anne of Avonlea," "Kilmeny of the Orchard," etc.With frontispiece and cover in colour byGEORGE GIBBS"She was a form of life and lightThat seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,The morning-star of Memory!" —Byron.
TO MY COUSIN
Frederica E. Campbell
IN REMEMBRANCE OF OLD DAYS, OLD DREAMS, AND OLD LAUGHTER
 
CONTENTS
I. The Home of Our FathersII. A Queen of HeartsIII. Legends of the Old OrchardIV. The Wedding Veil of the Proud PrincessV. Peter Goes to ChurchVI. The Mystery of Golden MilestoneVII. How Betty Sherman Won a HusbandVIII. A Tragedy of ChildhoodIX. Magic SeedX. A Daughter of EveXI. The Story Girl Does PenanceXII. The Blue Chest of Rachel WardXIII. An Old Proverb With a New MeaningXIV. Forbidden FruitXV. A Disobedient Brother XVI. The Ghostly BellXVII. The Proof of the PuddingXVIII. How Kissing Was DiscoveredXIX. A Dread ProphecyXX. The Judgment SundayXXI. Dreamers of DreamsXXII. The Dream BooksXXIII. Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made OnXXIV. The Bewitchment of PatXXV. A Cup of FailureXXVI. Peter Makes an ImpressionXXVII. The Ordeal of Bitter ApplesXXVIII. The Tale of the Rainbow BridgeXXIX. The Shadow Feared of ManXXX. A Compound Letter XXXI. On the Edge of Light and DarkXXXII. The Opening of the Blue Chest
THE STORY GIRLCHAPTER I. THE HOME OF OUR FATHERS
"I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the end of it."The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on the May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had not then heard her say it,and, indeed, were but barely aware of the existence of such a person as the Story Girl. We did not know her at all under that name. We knew only that acousin, Sara Stanley, whose mother, our Aunt Felicity, was dead, was living down on the Island with Uncle Roger and Aunt Olivia King, on a farm adjoiningthe old King homestead in Carlisle. We supposed we should get acquainted with her when we reached there, and we had an idea, from Aunt Olivia'sletters to father, that she would be quite a jolly creature. Further than that we did not think about her. We were more interested in Felicity and Cecily andDan, who lived on the homestead and would therefore be our roofmates for a season.But the spirit of the Story Girl's yet unuttered remark was thrilling in our hearts that morning, as the train pulled out of Toronto. We were faring forth on along road; and, though we had some idea what would be at the end of it, there was enough glamour of the unknown about it to lend a wonderful charm toour speculations concerning it.We were delighted at the thought of seeing father's old home, and living among the haunts of his boyhood. He had talked so much to us about it, anddescribed its scenes so often and so minutely, that he had inspired us with some of his own deep-seated affection for it—an affection that had never waned in all his years of exile. We had a vague feeling that we, somehow, belonged there, in that cradle of our family, though we had never seen it. Wehad always looked forward eagerly to the promised day when father would take us "down home," to the old house with the spruces behind it and thefamous "King orchard" before it—when we might ramble in "Uncle Stephen's Walk," drink from the deep well with the Chinese roof over it, stand on "thePulpit Stone," and eat apples from our "birthday trees."The time had come sooner than we had dared to hope; but father could not take us after all. His firm asked him to go to Rio de Janeiro that spring to takecharge of their new branch there. It was too good a chance to lose, for father was a poor man and it meant promotion and increase of salary; but it alsomeant the temporary breaking up of our home. Our mother had died before either of us was old enough to remember her; father could not take us to Riode Janeiro. In the end he decided to send us to Uncle Alec and Aunt Janet down on the homestead; and our housekeeper, who belonged to the Island andwas now returning to it, took charge of us on the journey. I fear she had an anxious trip of it, poor woman! She was constantly in a quite justifiable terror lest we should be lost or killed; she must have felt great relief when she reached Charlottetown and handed us over to the keeping of Uncle Alec. Indeed,she said as much.
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