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Anne of Green Gables PDF
Anne of Green Gables PDF
Matthew Cuthbert
is surprised
Marilla Cuthbert
is Surprised
Anne’s History
Marilla Makes
Up Her Mind
I remain,
‘Yours respectfully,
Anne Shirley.
Anne’s Apology
Anne’s Impressions of
Sunday-School
It was not until the next Friday that Marilla heard the sto-
ry of the flower-wreathed hat. She came home from Mrs.
Lynde’s and called Anne to account.
‘Anne, Mrs. Rachel says you went to church last Sun-
day with your hat rigged out ridiculous with roses and
buttercups. What on earth put you up to such a caper? A
pretty-looking object you must have been!’
‘Oh. I know pink and yellow aren’t becoming to me,’ be-
gan Anne.
‘Becoming fiddlesticks! It was putting flowers on your
hat at all, no matter what color they were, that was ridicu-
lous. You are the most aggravating child!’
‘I don’t see why it’s any more ridiculous to wear flowers
on your hat than on your dress,’ protested Anne. ‘Lots of lit-
tle girls there had bouquets pinned on their dresses. What’s
the difference?’
Marilla was not to be drawn from the safe concrete into
dubious paths of the abstract.
‘Don’t answer me back like that, Anne. It was very silly
of you to do such a thing. Never let me catch you at such a
The Delights of
Anticipation
Anne’s Confession
A Tempest in the
School Teapot
A Concert a Catastrophe
and a Confession
A Good Imagination
Gone Wrong
A New Departure
in Flavorings
‘And what are your eyes popping out of your head about.
Now?’ asked Marilla, when Anne had just come in from a
run to the post office. ‘Have you discovered another kin-
dred spirit?’ Excitement hung around Anne like a garment,
shone in her eyes, kindled in every feature. She had come
dancing up the lane, like a wind-blown sprite, through the
mellow sunshine and lazy shadows of the August evening.
‘No, Marilla, but oh, what do you think? I am invited to
tea at the manse tomorrow afternoon! Mrs. Allan left the
letter for me at the post office. Just look at it, Marilla. ‘Miss
Anne Shirley, Green Gables.’ That is the first time I was ever
called ‘Miss.’ Such a thrill as it gave me! I shall cherish it for-
ever among my choicest treasures.’
‘Mrs. Allan told me she meant to have all the members of
her Sunday-school class to tea in turn,’ said Marilla, regard-
ing the wonderful event very coolly. ‘You needn’t get in such
a fever over it. Do learn to take things calmly, child.’
For Anne to take things calmly would have been to
change her nature. All ‘spirit and fire and dew,’ as she was,
the pleasures and pains of life came to her with trebled in-
Matthew Insists on
Puffed Sleeves
Anne was bringing the cows home from the back pasture
by way of Lover’s Lane. It was a September evening and all
the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with
ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with
it, but for the most part it was already quite shadowy be-
neath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled
with a clear violet dusk like airy wine. The winds were out
in their tops, and there is no sweeter music on earth than
that which the wind makes in the fir trees at evening.
The cows swung placidly down the lane, and Anne fol-
lowed them dreamily, repeating aloud the battle canto
from MARMION—which had also been part of their Eng-
lish course the preceding winter and which Miss Stacy had
made them learn off by heart—and exulting in its rushing
lines and the clash of spears in its imagery. When she came
to the lines
With the end of June came the close of the term and the
close of Miss Stacy’s rule in Avonlea school. Anne and Di-
ana walked home that evening feeling very sober indeed.
Red eyes and damp handkerchiefs bore convincing testi-
mony to the fact that Miss Stacy’s farewell words must have
been quite as touching as Mr. Phillips’s had been under sim-
ilar circumstances three years before. Diana looked back at
the schoolhouse from the foot of the spruce hill and sighed
deeply.
‘It does seem as if it was the end of everything, doesn’t it?’
she said dismally.
‘You oughtn’t to feel half as badly as I do,’ said Anne,
hunting vainly for a dry spot on her handkerchief. ‘You’ll be
back again next winter, but I suppose I’ve left the dear old
school forever— if I have good luck, that is.’
‘It won’t be a bit the same. Miss Stacy won’t be there, nor
you nor Jane nor Ruby probably. I shall have to sit all alone,
for I couldn’t bear to have another deskmate after you. Oh,
we have had jolly times, haven’t we, Anne? It’s dreadful to
think they’re all over.’
Yours devotedly,
Anne”
A Queen’s Girl