I am of one mind with the Irishman who said you could get used to anything, even to being hanged!
I am grateful that my childhood was spent in a spot where there were many trees, trees of personality, planted and tended by hands long dead, bound up with everything of joy or sorrow that visited our...
His face just looks like one of those long, narrow stones in the graveyard, doesn't it? 'Sacred to the memory' ought to be written on his forehead.
Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting.
He walked jauntily away, being hungry, and the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den—walk up to a girl—a strange girl—an orphan girl—and dema...
Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods . . . of the shore . . . of the meadows . . . of the night . . . of the summer afternoon. All different b...
Guide:
Green Gables.
Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I’m really extremely grateful for them. And that’s all the blessings I...
God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.
Felicity and Dan began a bickering which they kept up the entire day. Felicity had a natural aptitude for what we called bossing, and in her mother's absence she deemed that she had a right to rule su...
Even skeptical Dan prayed, his skepticism falling away from him like a discarded garment in this valley of the shadow, which sifts out hearts and tries souls, until we all, grown-up or children, reali...
Emily, whispered Teddy, you're the sweetest girl in the world.The words have been said so often by so many millions of lads to so many millions of lasses, that they ought to be worn to tatters. But wh...
Ellen and Norman Douglas are warming up the old soup. Is
Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?
Don't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly, dearest. I can't be sober and serious - everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me.
Didn't
Diana go slowly out with the others, to walk home alone through the Birch Path and Violet Vale, it was all the former could do to keep her seat and refrain from rushing impulsively after her chum. A l...
Chapter 8 Anne's First Proposal The
Carl had the clear, bright, dark-blue eyes, fearless and direct, of his dead mother, and her brown hair with its glints of gold. He knew the secrets of bugs and had a sort of freemasonry with bees and...