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Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Anne Of Green Gables, by Lucy Maud MontgomeryThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: Anne Of Green GablesAuthor: Lucy Maud MontgomeryPosting Date: June 25, 2008 [EBook #45]Release Date: 1992Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ANNE OF GREEN GABLES ***Produced by Charles KellerANNE OF GREEN GABLESBy Lucy Maud MontgomeryTable of ContentsCHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is SurprisedCHAPTER II Matthew Cuthbert Is SurprisedCHAPTER III Marilla Cuthbert Is SurprisedCHAPTER IV Morning at Green GablesCHAPTER V Anne's HistoryCHAPTER VI Marilla Makes Up Her MindCHAPTER VII Anne Says Her PrayersCHAPTER VIII Anne's Bringing-Up Is BegunCHAPTER IX Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly HorrifiedCHAPTER X Anne's ApologyCHAPTER XI Anne's Impressions of Sunday SchoolCHAPTER XII A Solemn Vow and PromiseCHAPTER XIII The Delights of AnticipationCHAPTER XIV Anne's ConfessionCHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School TeapotCHAPTER XVI Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic ResultsCHAPTER XVII A New Interest in LifeCHAPTER XVIII Anne to the RescueCHAPTER XIX A Concert a Catastrophe and a ConfessionCHAPTER XX A Good Imagination Gone WrongCHAPTER XXI A New Departure in FlavoringsCHAPTER XXII Anne is Invited Out to TeaCHAPTER XXIII Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor
CHAPTER XXIV Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a ConcertCHAPTER XXV Matthew Insists on Puffed SleevesCHAPTER XXVI The Story Club Is FormedCHAPTER XXVII Vanity and Vexation of SpiritCHAPTER XXVIII An Unfortunate Lily MaidCHAPTER XXIX An Epoch in Anne's LifeCHAPTER XXX The Queens Class Is OrganizedCHAPTER XXXI Where the Brook and River MeetCHAPTER XXXII The Pass List Is OutCHAPTER XXXIII The Hotel ConcertCHAPTER XXXIV A Queen's GirlCHAPTER XXXV The Winter at Queen'sCHAPTER XXXVI The Glory and the DreamCHAPTER XXXVII The Reaper Whose Name Is DeathCHAPTER XXXVIII The Bend in the roadANNE OF GREEN GABLESCHAPTER I. Mrs. Rachel Lynde is SurprisedMrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped downinto a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops andtraversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of theold Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brookin its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pooland cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet,well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs.Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; itprobably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window,keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and childrenup, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would neverrest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attendclosely to their neighbor's business by dint of neglecting their own;but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can managetheir own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was anotable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" theSewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest propof the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with allthis Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchenwindow, knitting "cotton warp" quilts--she had knitted sixteen of them,as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices--and keepinga sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound upthe steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangularpeninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on twosides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over thathill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel's all-seeingeye.She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming inat the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the housewas in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of
bees. Thomas Lynde--a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "RachelLynde's husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill fieldbeyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his onthe big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knewthat he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the eveningbefore in William J. Blair's store over at Carmody that he meant to sowhis turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, forMatthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information aboutanything in his whole life.And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoonof a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill;moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which wasplain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggyand the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerabledistance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he goingthere?Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting thisand that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to bothquestions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must besomething pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyestman alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place wherehe might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar anddriving in a buggy, was something that didn't happen often. Mrs. Rachel,ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon'senjoyment was spoiled."I'll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marillawhere he's gone and why," the worthy woman finally concluded. "Hedoesn't generally go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; ifhe'd run out of turnip seed he wouldn't dress up and take the buggy togo for more; he wasn't driving fast enough to be going for a doctor.Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I'mclean puzzled, that's what, and I won't know a minute's peace of mind orconscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonleatoday."Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; thebig, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was ascant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde's Hollow. To be sure, thelong lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert's father, asshy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possiblycould from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woodswhen he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthestedge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visiblefrom the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were sosociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a placeLIVING at all."It's just STAYING, that's what," she said as she stepped along thedeep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "It's no wonderMatthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here bythemselves. Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they werethere'd be enough of them. I'd ruther look at people. To be sure, theyseem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they're used to it. A bodycan get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said."With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of GreenGables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one

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