Emily of New Moon

t first day at school

, she knew, in order

wn living; but it woul

d "a cross." Consequ

r going to school a f

ing it. To be sure,

ce; but the other gir

mazement, they seemed

hailed her as one of

owship of the pack a

rons and Murray pride, There was no more ho

igs" herself, as she

points, and she cou

d irony that the othe

t-curls, whose name wa

me was Carrie King, an

r, and Jennie sent c

he aisle instead of g

outer court of her t

As for Ilse Burnley, She did not appear af

t as she liked. Her

ays felt a certain ha

not seem likely

ecoming happy again.

ld cradle of her famil

rrays; she liked to p

Moon--Great-grandm

ng cheeses; Great-aun

reasure; homesick Grea

bonnet; Captain George

ome with the spotted

of all, smiling fro

her--they all seemed a

n them i

hours when she was ov

l the splendours of Ne

habby little house in

o. Then Emily fled to

emerging with red eye

Aunt Elizabeth had

she had not drawn an

s; but Aunt Laura and

and Rhoda, fields cr

er skies, and the madc

nd the barns when she

came vivid and intere

, like tiny, opening,

yellow account-book, Or some equivalent, sh

, and its enforced bu

lizabeth responsible

y forgive her. It di

s Cousin Jimmy had sai

Moon. Letters were s

ote-paper sufficed. E

ere were times when sh

out some of the things

valve in writing on h

to be rubbed off soone

loss--and there was

see them. That, E

tranger eyes must

mes she let Rhoda re

ng over her finest f

ion as a human being

er fa

y which shapes the en

tch for writing tin

fullness of time this

t--gave it to her, too

That was the day, the

to show the fifth cl

the Bugle Song

orm Miss Brownell, wh

ary knack, read those

e been doing a sum in

ed entranced. She ha

w she heard it--and

those storied, snow

hat never were on lan

the wild echoes fly

passes--the mere sound

in her soul--and when

intly blowing" Emily

of herself. She forg

led line--she sprang

with a clatter, she r

ss Browne

ried with passionate

-oh, read that l

elocutionary display, Looked down into a ra

h the radiance of a d

Angry with this b

th this unseemly dis

e attention should ha

ell shut her book and

unding slap

ur seat and mind you

wnell, her cold eyes m

earth, moved back to h

mson, but the wound w

HIS--pain, humiliation, Misunderstanding!

never been slapped in

njustice ate into her

ef too deep for tear

sed anguish of bitt

h that had no outlet,

. Aunt Elizabeth, sh

done quite right, and

would not understand

ehaved in school and h

tell Father all about

supper--she did not

d oh, how she hated th

ever forgive her--neve

Miss Brownell! Emily, Sitting small and pal

isery and pride--ay, Pride! Worse even tha

ad happened. She, Emi

e been ungently laid,

he whole school. Who

ve

in and drew Aunt Laur

s lower compartment fo

ook Emily with her to

onged to Hugh Murray,

bundle of dusty paper

ly long and n

etter-bills were burne

been here gathering d

Father once kept the p

hree times a week then, And each day there w

ther always kept them

her use. But I'm go

ay

sped Emily, so torn b

speak. "Oh, don't do

ive them

hat ever do yo

e such lovely blank

would be a SIN to bur

ar. Only you'd better

em

won't, " bre

cious booty into her

pstairs again into t

rite haunt, " in which

thousands of miles a

the quiet corner of t

about, softly and swi

bare floor. From it

to the Blair Water.

ndles of soft fluffy

f untwisted yarn. So

the other end of the

hir o

dormer-window she cro

and extracted a lead-

board served as a de

rish

n she poured out her t

-writing heedlessly a

m, starlitten twilig

ad to go himself for

a had to wash the dish

ful throes of literar

worldly

the backs of four let

she had emptied out h

ssions. She even felt

mily folded up her l

cross the

arr, On the R

ly across to an old,

, stowing away her le

tle shelf formed by a

discovered this one d

d it as a lovely hi

ould ever come acros

o last for months--the

y old lett

ncing down the garret

out of st

gs passed on which Em

a letter, long or sho

f her grief. Writing

old him everything, wi

characteristic of he

her sorrows, everyth

ernment which had not

ds became. There wa

d Emily wrote a small

ery i

s so STATELY and SPLEN

s as if we must be ve

can't help feeling p

h pride and so I ask

not quite all. It i

in Blair Water school.

Rhoda is proud, too, Because her father ough

she knew that. It's

a princess if every

y heart. She is so s

. And when I told her

air she said You lie.

say that to me. And

and thought about it.

ause I was tired lying

because Aunt Elizabe

itt

hoda about the Wind W

of lie, though she s

up on the roof around

glass here. The look

I've been in. I've n

cked. It was Mother'

d it up after she ran

spect to his memory, Though Cousin Jimmy

dalus when he was ali

the Murray pride. I

f Aunt Elizabeth burn

swered hawtily no, it

me all the tradishuns

bosses the barns but

derstand it. I asked

le girls didn't talk a

s are improper. When

le Sal into the house

eel gilty and wish I

think that very stran

Ellen Greene and ask

entioned Mike but t

if I cared abou

e a birthday party and

You know I never wa

deal and picture it o

rls but only a faver

and good hat. Oh, Father, I pinned that l

abeth's room, just li

down and burned it an

. I said Aunt Elizabe

I wanted to have it wh

or balls. And Aunt

balls if I may ask a

t Elizabeth said Yes w

n ch

erday when he came ove

as disappointed beca

ht a man who didn't be

e did not sware eithe

one sware and I am ve

Ilse and a loud voice

him yelling all over

e's mother which I can

Rhoda says Dr Burnle

t house. That speech

er and cooks dinner a

get their own breakfa

then and Ilse never

r smiles so Rhoda says

the Se

akwanted with Ilse.

looks, too. But she

mustn't have any chum

loves me as much as I

may live together al

e d

puts up my school din

lain bread and butter

is thick too and nev

r used to have. And

nover when Aunt Eliza

ple turnovers are not

ings never are helthy

say th

Miss Brownell. I do

htical frays that Cou

ight but there is no d

it.) She is too sark

u in a disagreeable, Snorting way. But I

ol next day to make up

de on her desk. In

don't know whether i

it is, it makes you

ad to ware baby aprons

can't understand how

f such good stuff tha

ars before I grow out

h with a black silk s

d black kid slippers,

uld have a bang but A

old me I had beautif

s suspekted my eyes w

I know they are I'm

otis it. I have to g

e it but I sit up in

rk, so I get square wi

he sound the sea makes

eel sorrowful, but i

ep with Aunt Elizabeth

ove ever so little sh

ck. And she won't let

h air or light in the

ent in one day and ro

s horrified and calle

ook. You would supp

lted that I came up to

being drowned on a l

lizabeth said I was

permission but I don't

the walls are hung ov

is not one good-look

rray who looks handsom

and is just as gloomy

istingwished people s

and the garret and t

all because of the lov

I don't like the other

ord. I love to go dow

and jelly pots. Cou

at the jam pots must

Moon has. It is a v

. I have named the

Princesses and I hav

nd the big apple-tree

se it holds up its lon

s arms in church

ven me the little righ

my thi

ave made a great disk

alive for I think you'

Perhaps I could have

that first day in sc

d it is so easy. Th

Aunt Elizabeth's boo

d I would write a po

eech and pear, The sportsman's horn is heard throughout

o peeches in P. E. Isl

either, but you don't

filled a whole letter

unt Laura. I thought

e who could write poet

n't sound much like po

said Aunt Elizabeth s

ion. But I think I w

ere will be no mistak

grow up and become fa

. A poetess should

. He has made over 10

arries them in his he

bills--for he is very

rn new habits. I hav

he spirit hasn't mov

rry they don't fatten

more and more all th

of looking and talkin

ng. I have read a goo

formation in France, Very relijus and sad.

aid Thompson's Seasons

many pretty words in

he paper is so rough

pain, very fassinatin

nary book on the Paci

ause of the way the

ey became Christians

s Hemans Poems. I am

. Rob Roy, a novel, But I only read a littl

d novels. Aunt Laura

it wouldn't be all r

eling about it and I

ictures and stories o

ery. The Royal Road,

for Sundays. Reuben

Reuben and Grace are

arried. Little Katy

ting and traggic. Na

mproving. Alice in

the Memoirs of Anzon

d died at twelve. Wh

d with a hym verse.

t she spoke English.

like Anzonetta. I th

ircumstances but I am

and I don't believe I

he got sick as soon a

years. Besides I am

ld exite ridicule. I

her day if I would li

winter's stockings a

ed a similar question,

Thy blood an

re, my glor

was I crazy and Aunt

ow it wouldn't work.

for years having ulser

fond of go

Derry Pond Road is dy

wife has her mor

of Saucy Sal to-day a

bush. I will pin the

o. Good night m

nt humble servant,

Laura loves me. I li

ar

B.