Anne of Avonlea

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and helpful friendships, the gay little social stunts, the doings of the various societies of which she was a member, the widening of horizons and interests. She studied hard, for she had made up her mind t

lender, red-haired coed, whose gray eyes were as alluring as stars of evening. Anne was never attended by the crowd of willing victims who hovered around Philippa's conquering march through her Freshman year; but there was a lanky, brainy Freshie, a jolly, little, round Sophomore, and a tall, learned Junior who all liked to call at Thirty-eight, St. John's, and talk over 'ologies and 'isms, as well as lighter subjects, with Anne, in the becushioned parlor of that domicile. Gilbert did not love any of them, and he wa

rs. Rachel Lynde would ask scornfully? Charlie's whole attitude, tone, air, words, fairly reeked with Sloanishness. "He was conferring a great honor-no doubt whatever about that. And when Anne, utterly insensible to the honor, refused him, as delicately and considerately as she could-for even a Sloane had feelings which ought not to be unduly lacerated-Sloanishness still further betrayed itself. Charlie certainly did not take his dismissal as Anne's imaginary rejected suitors did. Instead, he became angry, and showed it; he said two or three quite nasty things; Anne's temper

rible creature again," she sobbe

t, or in Redmond's halls, his bow was icy in the extreme. Relations between these two old schoolmates continued to be thus strained for nearly a year! Then Charlie transferred his blighted affections to a round, rosy

ied excitedly into

coming to Redmond next year-and what do you think of her idea? I think it's a pe

sting aside a Greek lexicon and taking up Stella's letter. Stella Maynard had be

asy work for big pay I would conclude that I might as well order my ascension robe 'immediately and to onct.' 'Well, you get your money easy,' some rate-payer will tell me, condescendingly. 'All you have to do is to sit there and hear lessons.' I used to argue the matter at first, but I'm wiser now. Facts are stubborn things, but as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies. So I only smile loftily now in eloquent silence. Why, I have nine grades in my school and I have to teach a little of everything, from investigating the int

ohnny Johnson is in fractions, and Johnny isn't half as smart as her Tommy, and she can't understand it. And Susy's father wants to know why Susy can't write a lette

in on that. Those whom the gods wish to de

wl. After all, I've enjoyed these pas

e boarding. I've boarded for four years and I'm so tired

he sweetest aunt that ever lived, in spite of her name. She can't help that! She was called Jamesina because her father, whose name was James, was drowned at sea a month before she was born. I always call her Aunt Jimsie. Well, her only daughter has recently married and gone to the forei

ing? That would be better than leaving it till the fall. If you could get a furnished one so much the better, but if not, we can scare up a few sticks of finitur

a good idea,"

rdinghouse here, but, when all's said and done, a boardinghouse is

ouses in nice localities will probably be away beyond our means. We'll likely have to content ourselves with a shabby litt

galore, furnished and unfurnished; but one was too big, another too small; this one too expensive, that one too far from Redmond. Exa

n one of April's darling days of breeze and blue, when the harbor was creaming and shimmering beneath the pearl-hued mis

al clear and blue-a great inverted cup of blessing. "Spring is singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air. I'm seeing visions and dreaming dreams, Pris. That's because the wind is from the west. I do

the first time and sally forth, like this, in spring attire?" la

g is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sw

f Convocation will come soon-next Wedne

t ferns in the Haunted Wood and gather violets in Violet Vale. Do you remember the day of our golden picnic, Priscilla? I want to hear the frogs singing and the poplars whispering. But

cilla. "Look over there at Kingsport, Anne-h

Roman, we'll find a house or build one. On a day like

lory and wonder of the springtide; and they went home as usual, by way of S

thumbs,'" said Anne, as they went up the slope. "It's a nice story-bookish feeling. Why-

er. Over the arched gateway of Patty's Place dangled a litt

er, "do you suppose it's possible

happen nowadays. I won't hope, Anne. The disappointment would be too awful to bear. Th

ng, but we'll come tomorrow. Oh, Pris, if we can get this darling spot! I've alway