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The Twins and a Wedding

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Sometimes Johnny and I wonder what would really have happened if we had never started for Cousin Pamelia’s wedding. I think that Ted would have come back some time; but Johnny says he doesn’t believe he ever would, and Johnny ought to know, because Johnny’s a boy. Anyhow, he couldn’t have come back for four […]

A Christmas Mistake

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“Tomorrow is Christmas,” announced Teddy Grant exultantly, as he sat on the floor struggling manfully with a refractory bootlace that was knotted and tagless and stubbornly refused to go into the eyelets of Teddy’s patched boots. “Ain’t I glad, though. Hurrah!” His mother was washing the breakfast dishes in a dreary, listless sort of way. […]

A Christmas Inspiration

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“Well, I really think Santa Claus has been very good to us all,” said Jean Lawrence, pulling the pins out of her heavy coil of fair hair and letting it ripple over her shoulders. “So do I,” said Nellie Preston as well as she could with a mouthful of chocolates. “Those blessed home folks of […]

Max always blesses the animal when it is referred to; and I don’t deny that things have worked together for good after all. But when I think of the anguish of mind which Ismay and I underwent on account of that abominable cat, it is not a blessing that arises uppermost in my thoughts. I […]

It had never worried me in the least that I wasn’t married, although everybody in Avonlea pitied old maids; but it DID worry me, and I frankly confess it, that I had never had a chance to be. Even Nancy, my old nurse and servant, knew that, and pitied me for it. Nancy is an […]

“We must invite your Aunt Jane, of course,” said Mrs. Spencer. Rachel made a protesting movement with her large, white, shapely hands–hands which were so different from the thin, dark, twisted ones folded on the table opposite her. The difference was not caused by hard work or the lack of it; Rachel had worked hard […]

Miss Rosetta Ellis, with her front hair in curl-papers, and her back hair bound with a checked apron, was out in her breezy side yard under the firs, shaking her parlor rugs, when Mr. Nathan Patterson drove in. Miss Rosetta had seen him coming down the long red hill, but she had not supposed he […]

A man’s heart–aye, and a woman’s, too–should be light in the spring. The spirit of resurrection is abroad, calling the life of the world out of its wintry grave, knocking with radiant fingers at the gates of its tomb. It stirs in human hearts, and makes them glad with the old primal gladness they felt […]

The Monroe family were holding a Christmas reunion at the old Prince Edward Island homestead at White Sands. It was the first time they had all been together under one roof since the death of their mother, thirty years before. The idea of this Christmas reunion had originated with Edith Monroe the preceding spring, during […]

Just at dusk, that evening, I had gone upstairs and put on my muslin gown. I had been busy all day attending to the strawberry preserving–for Mary Sloane could not be trusted with that–and I was a little tired, and thought it was hardly worth while to change my dress, especially since there was nobody […]

The first summer Mr. Irving and Miss Lavendar–Diana and I could never call her anything else, even after she was married–were at Echo Lodge after their marriage, both Diana and I spent a great deal of time with them. We became acquainted with many of the Grafton people whom we had not known before, and […]

The warm June sunshine was coming down through the trees, white with the virginal bloom of apple-blossoms, and through the shining panes, making a tremulous mosaic upon Mrs. Eben Andrews’ spotless kitchen floor. Through the open door, a wind, fragrant from long wanderings over orchards and clover meadows, drifted in, and, from the window, Mrs. […]

Thyra Carewe was waiting for Chester to come home. She sat by the west window of the kitchen, looking out into the gathering of the shadows with the expectant immovability that characterized her. She never twitched or fidgeted. Into whatever she did she put the whole force of her nature. If it was sitting still, […]

When Sara Currie married Jack Churchill I was broken-hearted…or believed myself to be so, which, in a boy of twenty-two, amounts to pretty much the same thing. Not that I took the world into my confidence; that was never the Douglas way, and I held myself in honor bound to live up to the family […]

The raw wind of an early May evening was puffing in and out the curtains of the room where Naomi Holland lay dying. The air was moist and chill, but the sick woman would not have the window closed. “I can’t get my breath if you shut everything up so tight,” she said. “Whatever comes, […]

Eben Bell came in with an armful of wood and banged it cheerfully down in the box behind the glowing Waterloo stove, which was coloring the heart of the little kitchen’s gloom with tremulous, rose-red whirls of light. “There, sis, that’s the last chore on my list. Bob’s milking. Nothing more for me to do […]

On my dearie’s wedding morning I wakened early and went to her room. Long and long ago she had made me promise that I would be the one to wake her on the morning of her wedding day. “You were the first to take me in your arms when I came into the world, Aunt […]

Few people in Avonlea could understand why Elinor Blair had never married. She had been one of the most beautiful girls in our part of the Island and, as a woman of fifty, she was still very attractive. In her youth she had had ever so many beaux, as we of our generation well remembered; […]

I. The Hurrying of Ludovic Anne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix’s sitting-room one Saturday evening, looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge, where Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Irving were spending the summer, and […]

I. The May Chapter Spencervale gossip always said that “Old Lady Lloyd” was rich and mean and proud. Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong. Old Lady Lloyd was neither rich nor mean; in reality she was pitifully poor–so poor that “Crooked Jack” Spencer, who dug her garden and chopped her wood for […]

The honey-tinted autumn sunshine was falling thickly over the crimson and amber maples around old Abel Blair’s door. There was only one outer door in old Abel’s house, and it almost always stood wide open. A little black dog, with one ear missing and a lame forepaw, almost always slept on the worn red sandstone […]

“It simply isn’t to be thought of, Aunty Nan,” said Mrs. William Morrison decisively. Mrs. William Morrison was one of those people who always speak decisively. If they merely announce that they are going to peel the potatoes for dinner their hearers realize that there is no possible escape for the potatoes. Moreover, these people […]

The marriage of a Penhallow was always the signal for a gathering of the Penhallows. From the uttermost parts of the earth they would come–Penhallows by birth, and Penhallows by marriage and Penhallows by ancestry. East Grafton was the ancient habitat of the race, and Penhallow Grange, where “old” John Penhallow lived, was a Mecca […]

“Day after to-morrow–day after to-morrow,” said Old Man Shaw, rubbing his long slender hands together gleefully. “I have to keep saying it over and over, so as to really believe it. It seems far too good to be true that I’m to have Blossom again. And everything is ready. Yes, I think everything is ready, […]

Aunt Olivia told Peggy and me about him on the afternoon we went over to help her gather her late roses for pot-pourri. We found her strangely quiet and preoccupied. As a rule she was fond of mild fun, alert to hear East Grafton gossip, and given to sudden little trills of almost girlish laughter, […]

I refused to take that class in Sunday School the first time I was asked. It was not that I objected to teaching in the Sunday School. On the contrary I rather liked the idea; but it was the Rev. Mr. Allan who asked me, and it had always been a matter of principle with […]

“I guess the molasses is getting low, ain’t it?” said Pa Sloane insinuatingly. “S’pose I’d better drive up to Carmody this afternoon and get some more.” “There’s a good half-gallon of molasses in the jug yet,” said ma Sloane ruthlessly. “That so? Well, I noticed the kerosene demijohn wasn’t very hefty the last time I […]

I WASN’T able to go to prayer meeting that evening because I had neuralgia in my face; but Thomas went, and the minute he came home I knew by the twinkle in his eye that he had some news. “Who do you s’pose Stephen Clark went home with from meeting to-night?” he said, chuckling. “Jane […]

Nancy Rogerson sat down on Louisa Shaw’s front doorstep and looked about her, drawing a long breath of delight that seemed tinged with pain. Everything was very much the same; the square garden was as charming bodge-podge of fruit and flowers, and goose-berry bushes and tiger lilies, a gnarled old apple tree sticking up here […]

Salome looked out of the kitchen window, and a pucker of distress appeared on her smooth forehead. “Dear, dear, what has Lionel Hezekiah been doing now?” she murmured anxiously. Involuntarily she reached out for her crutch; but it was a little beyond her reach, having fallen on the floor, and without it Salome could not […]

A Sandshore Wooing

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Fir Cottage, Plover Sands. July Sixth. We arrived here late last night, and all day Aunt Martha has kept her room to rest. So I had to keep mine also, although I felt as fresh as a morning lark, and just in the mood for enjoyment. My name is Marguerite Forrester–an absurdly long name for […]

“You might as well try to move the rock of Gibraltar as attempt to change Uncle Abimelech’s mind when it is once made up,” said Murray gloomily. Murray is like dear old Dad; he gets discouraged rather easily. Now, I’m not like that; I’m more like Mother’s folks. As Uncle Abimelech has never failed to […]

When Lucy Rose met Aunt Cyrilla coming downstairs, somewhat flushed and breathless from her ascent to the garret, with a big, flat-covered basket hanging over her plump arm, she gave a little sigh of despair. Lucy Rose had done her brave best for some years–in fact, ever since she had put up her hair and […]

The Girl in Black-and-Yellow ran frantically down the grey road under the pines. There was nobody to see her, but she would have run if all Halifax had been looking on. For had she not on the loveliest new hat–a “creation” in yellow chiffon with big black choux–and a dress to match? And was there […]

Davenport’s Story

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It was a rainy afternoon, and we had been passing the time by telling ghost stories. That is a very good sort of thing for a rainy afternoon, and it is a much better time than after night. If you tell ghost stories after dark they are apt to make you nervous, whether you own […]

Emily’s Husband

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Emily Fair got out of Hiram Jameson’s waggon at the gate. She took her satchel and parasol and, in her clear, musical tones, thanked him for bringing her home. Emily had a very distinctive voice. It was very sweet always and very cold generally; sometimes it softened to tenderness with those she loved, but in […]

“Poor little creatures!” said Miss Cordelia compassionately. She meant the factory children. In her car ride from the school where she taught to the bridge that spanned the river between Pottstown, the sooty little manufacturing village on one side, and Point Pleasant, which was merely a hamlet, on the other, she had seen dozens of […]

Min

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The morning sun hung, a red, lustreless ball, in the dull grey sky. A light snow had fallen in the night and the landscape, crossed by spider-like trails of fences, was as white and lifeless as if wrapped in a shroud. A young man was driving down the road to Rykman’s Corner; the youthful face […]

“Jump in, Ned; I can give you a lift if you’re going my way.” Mr. Rogers reined up his prancing grey horse, and Ned Allen sprang lightly into the comfortable cutter. The next minute they were flying down the long, glistening road, rosy-white in the sunset splendour. The first snow of the season had come, […]

Our Runaway Kite

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Of course there was nobody for us to play with on the Big Half Moon, but then, as Claude says, you can’t have everything. We just had to make the most of each other, and we did. The Big Half Moon is miles from anywhere, except the Little Half Moon. But nobody lives there, so […]

The Bride Roses

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Miss Corona awoke that June morning with a sigh, the cause of which she was at first too sleepy to understand. Then it all came over her with a little sickening rush; she had fallen asleep with tear-wet lashes the night before on account of it. This was Juliet Gordon’s wedding day, and she, Miss […]

The month before Christmas was always the most exciting and mysterious time in the Joseph household. Such scheming and planning, such putting of curly heads together in corners, such counting of small hoards, such hiding and smuggling of things out of sight, as went on among the little Josephs! There were a good many of […]

A late September wind from the northwest was sweeping over the waters of Racicot Harbour. It blew in, strong with the tang of the salt seas, past the grim lighthouse rock on the one hand and the sandbars on the other, up the long, narrow funnel of darkly blue water, until it whistled among the […]

Estella was waiting under the poplars at the gate for Spencer Morgan. She was engaged to him, and he always came to see her on Saturday and Wednesday evenings. It was after sunset, and the air was mellow and warm-hued. The willow trees along the walk and the tall birches in the background stood out […]

When I was a child I always thought a visit to Wyther Grange was a great treat. It was a big, quiet, old-fashioned house where Grandmother Laurance and Mrs. DeLisle, my Aunt Winnifred, lived. I was a favourite with them, yet I could never overcome a certain awe of them both. Grandmother was a tall, […]

Cousin Myra had come to spend Christmas at “The Firs,” and all the junior Osbornes were ready to stand on their heads with delight. Darby–whose real name was Charles–did it, because he was only eight, and at eight you have no dignity to keep up. The others, being older, couldn’t. But the fact of Christmas […]

Margaret always maintains that it was a direct inspiration of Providence that took her across the street to see Aunt Beatrice that night. And Aunt Beatrice believes that it was too. But the truth of the matter is that Margaret was feeling very unhappy, and went over to talk to Aunt Beatrice as the only […]

Chester did the chores with unusual vim that night. His lips were set and there was an air of resolution as plainly visible on his small, freckled face as if it had been stamped there. Mrs. Elwell saw him flying around, and her grim features took on a still grimmer expression. “Ches is mighty lively […]

The Strike At Putney

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The church at Putney was one that gladdened the hearts of all the ministers in the presbytery whenever they thought about it. It was such a satisfactory church. While other churches here and there were continually giving trouble in one way or another, the Putneyites were never guilty of brewing up internal or presbyterial strife. […]

“Well, Miss Maxwell, how did you get along today?” asked Mr. Baxter affably, when the new teacher came to the table. She was a slight, dark girl, rather plain-looking, but with a smart, energetic way. Mr. Baxter approved of her; he “liked her style,” as he would have said. The summer term had just opened […]

Frances Farquhar was a beauty and was sometimes called a society butterfly by people who didn’t know very much about it. Her father was wealthy and her mother came of an extremely blue-blooded family. Frances had been out for three years, and was a social favourite. Consequently, it may be wondered why she was unhappy. […]

Jest That Failed

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“I think it is simply a disgrace to have a person like that in our class,” said Edna Hayden in an injured tone. “And she doesn’t seem a bit ashamed of it, either,” said Agnes Walters. “Rather proud of it, I should say,” returned her roommate, spitefully. “It seems to me that if I were […]

The Pennington’s Girl

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Winslow had been fishing–or pretending to–all the morning, and he was desperately thirsty. He boarded with the Beckwiths on the Riverside East Shore, but he was nearer Riverside West, and he knew the Penningtons well. He had often been there for bait and milk and had listened times out of mind to Mrs. Pennington’s dismal […]

A Case Of Trespass

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It was the forenoon of a hazy, breathless day, and Dan Phillips was trouting up one of the back creeks of the Carleton pond. It was somewhat cooler up the creek than out on the main body of water, for the tall birches and willows, crowding down to the brim, threw cool, green shadows across […]

It was a gloomy Saturday morning. The trees in the Oaklawn grounds were tossing wildly in the gusts of wind, and sodden brown leaves were blown up against the windows of the library, where a score of girls were waiting for the principal to bring the mail in. The big room echoed with the pleasant […]

A Strayed Allegiance

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“Will you go to the Cove with me this afternoon?” It was Marian Lesley who asked the question. Esterbrook Elliott unpinned with a masterful touch the delicate cluster of Noisette rosebuds she wore at her throat and transferred them to his buttonhole as he answered courteously: “Certainly. My time, as you know, is entirely at […]

Detected By The Camera

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One summer I was attacked by the craze for amateur photography. It became chronic afterwards, and I and my camera have never since been parted. We have had some odd adventures together, and one of the most novel of our experiences was that in which we played the part of chief witness against Ned Brooke. […]

Kismet

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The fifth heat in the free-for-all was just over. “Lu-Lu” had won, and the crowd on the grand stand and the hangers-on around the track were cheering themselves hoarse. Clear through the noisy clamour shrilled a woman’s cry. “Ah–I have dropped my scorecard.” A man in front of her turned. “I have an extra one, […]

In Spite Of Myself

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My trunk was packed and I had arranged with my senior partner–I was the junior member of a law firm–for a month’s vacation. Aunt Lucy had written that her husband had gone on a sea trip and she wished me to superintend the business of his farm and mills in his absence, if I could […]

Lilian Mitchell turned into the dry-goods store on Randall Street, just as Esther Miller and Ella Taylor came out. They responded coldly to her greeting and exchanged significant glances as they walked away. Lilian’s pale face crimsoned. She was a tall, slender girl of about seventeen, and dressed in mourning. These girls had been her […]

Miriam’s Lover

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I had been reading a ghost story to Mrs. Sefton, and I laid it down at the end with a little shrug of contempt. “What utter nonsense!” I said. Mrs. Sefton nodded abstractedly above her fancywork. “That is. It is a very commonplace story indeed. I don’t believe the spirits of the departed trouble themselves […]

Miss Calista was perplexed. Her nephew, Caleb Cramp, who had been her right-hand man for years and whom she had got well broken into her ways, had gone to the Klondike, leaving her to fill his place with the next best man; but the next best man was slow to appear, and meanwhile Miss Calista […]

When Theodosia Ford married Wesley Brooke after a courtship of three years, everybody concerned was satisfied. There was nothing particularly romantic in either the courtship or marriage. Wesley was a steady, well-meaning, rather slow fellow, comfortably off. He was not at all handsome. But Theodosia was a very pretty girl with the milky colouring of […]

Bertha Sutherland hurried home from the post office and climbed the stairs of her boarding-house to her room on the third floor. Her roommate, Grace Maxwell, was sitting on the divan by the window, looking out into the twilight. A year ago Bertha and Grace had come to Dartmouth to attend the Academy, and found […]

The Touch Of Fate

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Mrs. Major Hill was in her element. This did not often happen, for in the remote prairie town of the Canadian Northwest, where her husband was stationed, there were few opportunities for match-making. And Mrs. Hill was–or believed herself to be–a born matchmaker. Major Hill was in command of the detachment of Northwest Mounted Police […]

The Waking Of Helen

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Robert Reeves looked somewhat curiously at the girl who was waiting on him at his solitary breakfast. He had not seen her before, arriving at his summer boarding house only the preceding night. It was a shabby farmhouse on the inland shore of a large bay that was noted for its tides, and had wonderful […]

Jerome Irving had been courting Anne Stockard for fifteen years. He had begun when she was twenty and he was twenty-five, and now that Jerome was forty, and Anne, in a village where everybody knew everybody else’s age, had to own to being thirty-five, the courtship did not seem any nearer a climax than it […]

Young Si

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Mr. Bentley had just driven into the yard with the new summer boarder. Mrs. Bentley and Agnes were peeping at her from behind the parlour curtains with the keen interest that they–shut in by their restricted farm life–always felt in any visitor from the outside world lying beyond their boundary of purple misted hills. Mrs. […]

Golden Wedding

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The land dropped abruptly down from the gate, and a thick, shrubby growth of young apple orchard almost hid the little weather-grey house from the road. This was why the young man who opened the sagging gate could not see that it was boarded up, and did not cease his cheerful whistling until he had […]

There was a very fine sunset on the night Paul and Miss Trevor first met, and she had lingered on the headland beyond Noel’s Cove to delight in it. The west was splendid in daffodil and rose; away to the north there was a mackerel sky of little fiery golden clouds; and across the water […]

A Redeeming Sacrifice

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The dance at Byron Lyall’s was in full swing. Toff Leclerc, the best fiddler in three counties, was enthroned on the kitchen table and from the glossy brown violin, which his grandfather brought from Grand Pre, was conjuring music which made even stiff old Aunt Phemy want to show her steps. Around the kitchen sat […]

I knew quite well why Father sent me to Prince Edward Island to visit Aunt Philippa that summer. He told me he was sending me there “to learn some sense”; and my stepmother, of whom I was very fond, told me she was sure the sea air would do me a world of good. I […]

Akin To Love

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David Hartley had dropped in to pay a neighbourly call on Josephine Elliott. It was well along in the afternoon, and outside, in the clear crispness of a Canadian winter, the long blue shadows from the tall firs behind the house were falling over the snow. It was a frosty day, and all the windows […]

“Come out of doors, master–come out of doors. I can’t talk or think right with walls around me–never could. Let’s go out to the garden.” These were almost the first words I ever heard Abel Armstrong say. He was a member of the board of school trustees in Stillwater, and I had not met him […]

Charlotte’s Ladies

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Just as soon as dinner was over at the asylum, Charlotte sped away to the gap in the fence–the northwest corner gap. There was a gap in the southeast corner, too–the asylum fence was in a rather poor condition–but the southeast gap was interesting only after tea, and it was never at any time quite […]

Bessie’s Doll

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Tommy Puffer, sauntering up the street, stopped to look at Miss Octavia’s geraniums. Tommy never could help stopping to look at Miss Octavia’s flowers, much as he hated Miss Octavia. Today they were certainly worth looking at. Miss Octavia had set them all out on her verandah–rows upon rows of them, overflowing down the steps […]

“If it were to clear up I wouldn’t know how to behave, it would seem so unnatural,” said Kate. “Do you, by any chance, remember what the sun looks like, Phil?” “Does the sun ever shine in Saskatchewan anyhow?” I asked with assumed sarcasm, just to make Kate’s big, bonny black eyes flash. They did […]

Christmas At Red Butte

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“Of course Santa Claus will come,” said Jimmy Martin confidently. Jimmy was ten, and at ten it is easy to be confident. “Why, he’s got to come because it is Christmas Eve, and he always has come. You know that, twins.” Yes, the twins knew it and, cheered by Jimmy’s superior wisdom, their doubts passed […]

Miss Sally’s Letter

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Miss Sally peered sharply at Willard Stanley, first through her gold-rimmed glasses and then over them. Willard continued to look very innocent. Joyce got up abruptly and went out of the room. “So you have bought that queer little house with the absurd name?” said Miss Sally. “You surely don’t call Eden an absurd name,” […]

Jessamine

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When the vegetable-man knocked, Jessamine went to the door wearily. She felt quite well acquainted with him. He had been coming all the spring, and his cheery greeting always left a pleasant afterglow behind him. But it was not the vegetable-man after all–at least, not the right one. This one was considerably younger. He was […]

“I expected as much,” said Timothy Robinson. His tone brought the blood into Ellis Duncan’s face. The lad opened his lips quickly, as if for an angry retort, but as quickly closed them again with a set firmness oddly like Timothy Robinson’s own. “When I heard that lazy, worthless father of yours was dead, I […]

When Robert Turner came to the green, ferny triangle where the station road forked to the right and left under the birches, he hesitated as to which direction he would take. The left led out to the old Turner homestead, where he had spent his boyhood and where his cousin still lived; the right led […]

My Lady Jane

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The boat got into Broughton half an hour after the train had gone. We had been delayed by some small accident to the machinery; hence that lost half-hour, which meant a night’s sojourn for me in Broughton. I am ashamed of the things I thought and said. When I think that fate might have taken […]

It was the first of April, and Julius Barrett, aged fourteen, perched on his father’s gatepost, watched ruefully the low descending sun, and counted that day lost. He had not succeeded in “fooling” a single person, although he had tried repeatedly. One and all, old and young, of his intended victims had been too wary […]

When I heard that Peter Austin was in Vancouver I hunted him up. I had met Peter ten years before when I had gone east to visit my father’s people and had spent a few weeks with an uncle in Croyden. The Austins lived across the street from Uncle Tom, and Peter and I had […]

The Finished Story

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She always sat in a corner of the west veranda at the hotel, knitting something white and fluffy, or pink and fluffy, or pale blue and fluffy–always fluffy, at least, and always dainty. Shawls and scarfs and hoods the things were, I believe. When she finished one she gave it to some girl and began […]

The Letters

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Just before the letter was brought to me that evening I was watching the red November sunset from the library window. It was a stormy, unrestful sunset, gleaming angrily through the dark fir boughs that were now and again tossed suddenly and distressfully in a fitful gust of wind. Below, in the garden, it was […]

The Man On The Train

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When the telegram came from William George, Grandma Sheldon was all alone with Cyrus and Louise. And Cyrus and Louise, aged respectively twelve and eleven, were not very much good, Grandma thought, when it came to advising what was to be done. Grandma was “all in a flutter, dear, oh dear,” as she said. The […]

The Little Black Doll

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Everybody in the Marshall household was excited on the evening of the concert at the Harbour Light Hotel–everybody, even to Little Joyce, who couldn’t go to the concert because there wasn’t anybody else to stay with Denise. Perhaps Denise was the most excited of them all–Denise, who was slowly dying of consumption in the Marshall […]

Uncle Jesse! The name calls up the vision of him as I saw him so often in those two enchanted summers at Golden Gate; as I saw him the first time, when he stood in the open doorway of the little low-eaved cottage on the harbour shore, welcoming us to our new domicile with the […]

Prissy Baker was in Oscar Miller’s store New Year’s morning, buying matches–for New Year’s was not kept as a business holiday in Quincy–when her uncle, Richard Baker, came in. He did not look at Prissy, nor did she wish him a happy New Year; she would not have dared. Uncle Richard had not been on […]

“I wisht ye’d git married, Roger,” said Catherine Ames. “I’m gitting too old to work–seventy last April–and who’s going to look after ye when I’m gone. Git married, b’y–git married.” Roger Temple winced. His aunt’s harsh, disagreeable voice always jarred horribly on his sensitive nerves. He was fond of her after a fashion, but always […]

The Romance Of Jedediah

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Jedediah was not a name that savoured of romance. His last name was Crane, which is little better. And it would be no use to call this story “Mattie Adams’s Romance” because Mattie Adams is not a romantic name either. But names have really nothing to do with romance. The most exciting and tragic affair […]

Thrush Hill, Oct. 5, 18–. It is all settled at last, and in another week I shall have left Thrush Hill. I am a little bit sorry and a great bit glad. I am going to Montreal to spend the winter with Alicia. Alicia–it used to be plain Alice when she lived at Thrush Hill […]

White Magic

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One September afternoon in the year of grace 1840 Avery and Janet Sparhallow were picking apples in their Uncle Daniel Sparhallow’s big orchard. It was an afternoon of mellow sunshine; about them, beyond the orchard, were old harvest fields, mellowly bright and serene, and beyond the fields the sapphire curve of the St. Lawrence Gulf […]

Patty came in from her walk to the post office with cheeks finely reddened by the crisp air. Carry surveyed her with pleasure. Of late Patty’s cheeks had been entirely too pale to please Carry, and Patty had not had a very good appetite. Once or twice she had even complained of a headache. So […]

Anna’s Love Letters

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“Are you going to answer Gilbert’s letter tonight, Anna?” asked Alma Williams, standing in the pantry doorway, tall, fair, and grey-eyed, with the sunset light coming down over the dark firs, through the window behind her, and making a primrose nimbus around her shapely head. Anna, dark, vivid, and slender, was perched on the edge […]

A Substitute Journalist

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Clifford Baxter came into the sitting-room where Patty was darning stockings and reading a book at the same time. Patty could do things like that. The stockings were well darned too, and Patty understood and remembered what she read. Clifford flung himself into a chair with a sigh of weariness. “Tired?” queried Patty sympathetically. “Yes, […]

Katherine Rangely was packing up. Her chum and roommate, Edith Wilmer, was sitting on the bed watching her in that calm disinterested fashion peculiarly maddening to a bewildered packer. “It does seem too provoking,” said Katherine, as she tugged at an obstinate shawl strap, “that Ned should be transferred here now, just when I’m going […]

By The Rule Of Contrary

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“Look here, Burton,” said old John Ellis in an ominous tone of voice, “I want to know if what that old busybody of a Mary Keane came here today gossiping about is true. If it is–well, I’ve something to say about the matter! Have you been courting that niece of Susan Oliver’s all summer on […]

Melissa sent word on Monday evening that she thought we had better go round with the subscription list for cushioning the church pews on Tuesday. I sent back word that I thought we had better go on Thursday. I had no particular objection to Tuesday, but Melissa is rather fond of settling things without consulting […]

Marcella’s Reward

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Dr. Clark shook his head gravely. “She is not improving as fast as I should like to see,” he said. “In fact–er–she seems to have gone backward the past week. You must send her to the country, Miss Langley. The heat here is too trying for her.” Dr. Clark might as well have said, “You […]

Four Winds

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Alan Douglas threw down his pen with an impatient exclamation. It was high time his next Sunday’s sermon was written, but he could not concentrate his thoughts on his chosen text. For one thing he did not like it and had selected it only because Elder Trewin, in his call of the evening before, had […]

Matthew was having a bad ten minutes of it. He had come into the kitchen, in the twilight of a cold, grey December evening, and had sat down in the wood-box corner to take off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were having a practice of […]

Margaret’s Patient

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Margaret paused a moment at the gate and looked back at the quaint old house under its snowy firs with a thrill of proprietary affection. It was her home; for the first time in her life she had a real home, and the long, weary years of poorly paid drudgery were all behind her. Before […]

Selwyn Grant sauntered in upon the assembled family at the homestead as if he were returning from an hour’s absence instead of a western sojourn of ten years. Guided by the sound of voices on the still, pungent autumnal air, he went around to the door of the dining room which opened directly on the […]

Elizabeth’s Child

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The Ingelows, of Ingelow Grange, were not a marrying family. Only one of them, Elizabeth, had married, and perhaps it was her “poor match” that discouraged the others. At any rate, Ellen and Charlotte and George Ingelow at the Grange were single, and so was Paul down at Greenwood Farm. It was seventeen years since […]

At The Bay Shore Farm

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The Newburys were agog with excitement over the Governor’s picnic. As they talked it over on the verandah at sunset, they felt that life could not be worth living to those unfortunate people who had not been invited to it. Not that there were many of the latter in Claymont, for it was the Governor’s […]

A Fortunate Mistake

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“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” fretted Nan Wallace, twisting herself about uneasily on the sofa in her pretty room. “I never thought before that the days could be so long as they are now.” “Poor you!” said her sister Maude sympathetically. Maude was moving briskly about the room, putting it into the beautiful order that Mother […]

How Don Was Saved

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Will Barrie went whistling down the lane of the Locksley farm, took a short cut over a field of clover aftermath and through a sloping orchard where the trees were laden with apples, and emerged into the farmhouse yard where Curtis Locksley was sitting on a pile of logs, idly whittling at a stick. “You […]

Freda’s Adopted Grave

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North Point, where Freda lived, was the bleakest settlement in the world. Even its inhabitants, who loved it, had to admit that. The northeast winds swept whistling up the bay and blew rawly over the long hill that sloped down to it, blighting everything that was in their way. Only the sturdy firs and spruces […]

Miss Sally’s Company

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“How beautiful!” said Mary Seymour delightedly, as they dismounted from their wheels on the crest of the hill. “Ida, who could have supposed that such a view would be our reward for climbing that long, tedious hill with its ruts and stones? Don’t you feel repaid?” “Yes, but I am dreadfully thirsty,” said Ida, who […]

“Auntie, I have something to tell you,” said Lina, with a blush that made her look more than ever like one of the climbing roses that nodded about the windows of the “old Churchill place,” as it was always called in Lower Wentworth. Miss Madeline, sitting in the low rocker by the parlour window, seemed […]

Nan

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Nan was polishing the tumblers at the pantry window, outside of which John Osborne was leaning among the vines. His arms were folded on the sill and his straw hat was pushed back from his flushed, eager face as he watched Nan’s deft movements. Beyond them, old Abe Stewart was mowing the grass in the […]

Mrs. March’s Revenge

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“I declare, it is a real fall day,” said Mrs. Stapp, dropping into a chair with a sigh of relief as Mrs. March ushered her into the cosy little sitting-room. “The wind would chill the marrow in your bones; winter’ll be here before you know it.” “That’s so,” assented Mrs. March, bustling about to stir […]

“It’s perfectly horrid to be so poor,” grumbled Penelope. Penelope did not often grumble, but just now, as she sat tapping with one pink-tipped finger her invitation to Blanche Anderson’s party, she felt that grumbling was the only relief she had. Penelope was seventeen, and when one is seventeen and cannot go to a party […]

Natty Of Blue Point

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Natty Miller strolled down to the wharf where Bliss Ford was tying up the Cockawee. Bliss was scowling darkly at the boat, a trim new one, painted white, whose furled sails seemed unaccountably wet and whose glistening interior likewise dripped with moisture. A group of fishermen on the wharf were shaking their heads sagely as […]

Cecily Foster came down the sloping, fir-fringed road from the village at a leisurely pace. Usually she walked with a long, determined stride, but to-day the drowsy, mellowing influence of the Autumn afternoon was strong upon her and filled her with placid content. Without being actively conscious of it, she was satisfied with the existing […]

“I wonder if I’d better flavour this cake with lemon or vanilla. It’s the most perplexing thing I ever heard of in my life.” Miss Cynthia put down the bottles with a vexed frown; her perplexity had nothing whatever to do with flavouring the golden mixture in her cake bowl. Mrs. John Joe knew that; […]

“If Judith would only get married,” Mrs. Theodora Whitney was wont to sigh dolorously. Now, there was no valid reason why Judith ought to get married unless she wanted to. But Judith was twenty-seven and Mrs. Theodora thought it was a terrible disgrace to be an old maid. “There has never been an old maid […]

Why Not Ask Miss Price?

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Frances Allen came in from the post office and laid an open letter on the table beside her mother, who was making mincemeat. Alma Allen looked up from the cake she was frosting to ask, “What is the matter? You look as if your letter contained unwelcome news, Fan.” “So it does. It is from […]

Them Notorious Pigs

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John Harrington was a woman-hater, or thought that he was, which amounts to the same thing. He was forty-five and, having been handsome in his youth, was a fine-looking man still. He had a remarkably good farm and was a remarkably good farmer. He also had a garden which was the pride and delight of […]

Freda’s snuggery was aglow with the rose-red splendour of an open fire which was triumphantly warding off the stealthy approaches of the dull grey autumn twilight. Roger St. Clair stretched himself out luxuriously in an easy-chair with a sigh of pleasure. “Freda, your armchairs are the most comfy in the world. How do you get […]

Jack’s Side of It Jill says I have to begin this story because it was me–I mean it was I–who made all the trouble in the first place. That is so like Jill. She is such a good hand at forgetting. Why, it was she who suggested the plot to me. I should never have […]

Their Girl Josie

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When Paul Morgan, a rising young lawyer with justifiable political aspirations, married Elinor Ashton, leading woman at the Green Square Theatre, his old schoolmates and neighbours back in Spring Valley held up their hands in horror, and his father and mother up in the weather-grey Morgan homestead were crushed in the depths of humiliation. They […]

The Wooing of Bessy

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When Lawrence Eastman began going to see Bessy Houghton the Lynnfield people shrugged their shoulders and said he might have picked out somebody a little younger and prettier–but then, of course, Bessy was well off. A two-hundred-acre farm and a substantial bank account were worth going in for. Trust an Eastman for knowing upon which […]

The Unforgotten One

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It was Christmas Eve, but there was no frost, or snow, or sparkle. It was a green Christmas, and the night was mild and dim, with hazy starlight. A little wind was laughing freakishly among the firs around Ingleside and rustling among the sere grasses along the garden walks. It was more like a night […]

June First. I began this journal last New Year’s–wrote two entries in it and then forgot all about it. I came across it today in a rummage–Sara insists on my cleaning things out thoroughly every once in so long–and I’m going to keep it up. I feel the need of a confidant of some kind, […]

The Story of Uncle Dick

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I had two schools offered me that summer, one at Rocky Valley and one at Bayside. At first I inclined to Rocky Valley; it possessed a railway station and was nearer the centres of business and educational activity. But eventually I chose Bayside, thinking that its country quietude would be a good thing for a […]

At sunset the schoolmaster went up to his room to write a letter to her. He always wrote to her at the same time–when the red wave of the sunset, flaming over the sea, surged in at the little curtainless window and flowed over the pages he wrote on. The light was rose-red and imperial […]

John Churchill walked slowly, not as a man walks who is tired, or content to saunter for the pleasure of it, but as one in no haste to reach his destination through dread of it. The day was well on to late afternoon in mid-spring, and the world was abloom. Before him and behind him […]

The Prodigal Brother

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Miss Hannah was cutting asters in her garden. It was a very small garden, for nothing would grow beyond the shelter of the little, grey, low-eaved house which alone kept the northeast winds from blighting everything with salt spray; but small as it was, it was a miracle of blossoms and a marvel of neatness. […]

“Don’t let Nellie run out of doors, Mary Margaret, and be careful of the fire, Mary Margaret. I expect we’ll be back pretty soon after dark, so don’t be lonesome, Mary Margaret.” Mary Margaret laughed and switched her long, thick braid of black hair from one shoulder to the other. “No fear of my being […]

The Girl At The Gate

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Something very strange happened the night old Mr. Lawrence died. I have never been able to explain it and I have never spoken of it except to one person and she said that I dreamed it. I did not dream it … I saw and heard, waking. We had not expected Mr. Lawrence to die […]

The Fraser Scholarship

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Elliot Campbell came down the main staircase of Marwood College and found himself caught up with a whoop into a crowd of Sophs who were struggling around the bulletin board. He was thumped on the back and shaken hands with amid a hurricane of shouts and congratulations. “Good for you, Campbell! You’ve won the Fraser. […]

“Well, so it’s all settled,” said Stephen Falsom. “Yes,” assented Alexina. “Yes, it is,” she repeated, as if somebody had questioned it. Then Alexina sighed. Whatever “it” was, the fact of its being settled did not seem to bring Alexina any great peace of mind–nor Stephen either, judging from his face, which wore a sort […]

We hadn’t been very long in Glenboro before we managed to get acquainted with Miss Ponsonby. It did not come about in the ordinary course of receiving and returning calls, for Miss Ponsonby never called on anybody; neither did we meet her at any of the Glenboro social functions, for Miss Ponsonby never went anywhere […]

“Phil, I’m getting fearfully hungry. When are we going to strike civilization?” The speaker was my chum, Frank Ward. We were home from our academy for the Christmas holidays and had been amusing ourselves on this sunshiny December afternoon by a tramp through the “back lands,” as the barrens that swept away south behind the […]

The Blue North Room

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“This,” said Sara, laying Aunt Josephina’s letter down on the kitchen table with such energy that in anybody but Sara it must have been said she threw it down, “this is positively the last straw! I have endured all the rest. I have given up my chance of a musical education, when Aunt Nan offered […]

Millicent’s Double

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When Millicent Moore and Worth Gordon met each other on the first day of the term in the entrance hall of the Kinglake High School, both girls stopped short, startled. Millicent Moore had never seen Worth Gordon before, but Worth Gordon’s face she had seen every day of her life, looking at her out of […]

The mackerel boats were all at anchor on the fishing grounds; the sea was glassy calm–a pallid blue, save for a chance streak of deeper azure where some stray sea breeze ruffled it. It was about the middle of the afternoon, and intensely warm and breathless. The headlands and coves were blurred by a purple […]

Jane Lavinia

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Jane Lavinia put her precious portfolio down on the table in her room, carefully, as if its contents were fine gold, and proceeded to unpin and take off her second-best hat. When she had gone over to the Whittaker place that afternoon, she had wanted to wear her best hat, but Aunt Rebecca had vetoed […]

In the Old Valley

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The man halted on the crest of the hill and looked sombrely down into the long valley below. It was evening, and although the hills around him were still in the light the valley was already filled with kindly, placid shadows. A wind that blew across it from the misty blue sea beyond was making […]

Ida’s New Year Cake

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Mary Craig and Sara Reid and Josie Pye had all flocked into Ida Mitchell’s room at their boarding-house to condole with each other because none of them was able to go home for New Year’s. Mary and Josie had been home for Christmas, so they didn’t really feel so badly off. But Ida and Sara […]

Her Own People

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The Taunton School had closed for the summer holidays. Constance Foster and Miss Channing went down the long, elm-shaded street together, as they generally did, because they happened to board on the same block downtown. Constance was the youngest teacher on the staff, and had charge of the Primary Department. She had taught in Taunton […]

Dorinda had been home for a whole wonderful week and the little Pages were beginning to feel acquainted with her. When a girl goes away when she is ten and doesn’t come back until she is fifteen, it is only to be expected that her family should regard her as somewhat of a stranger, especially […]

Cyrilla’s Inspiration

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It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and all the boarders at Mrs. Plunkett’s were feeling dull and stupid, especially the Normal School girls on the third floor, Cyrilla Blair and Carol Hart and Mary Newton, who were known as The Trio, and shared the big front room together. They were sitting in that front room, […]

Clorinda’s Gifts

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“It is a dreadful thing to be poor a fortnight before Christmas,” said Clorinda, with the mournful sigh of seventeen years. Aunt Emmy smiled. Aunt Emmy was sixty, and spent the hours she didn’t spend in a bed, on a sofa or in a wheel chair; but Aunt Emmy was never heard to sigh. “I […]

It was one of the moist, pleasantly odorous nights of early spring. There was a chill in the evening air, but the grass was growing green in sheltered spots, and Jeffrey Miller had found purple-petalled violets and pink arbutus on the hill that day. Across a valley filled with beech and fir, there was a […]

Bertie’s New Year

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He stood on the sagging doorstep and looked out on the snowy world. His hands were clasped behind him, and his thin face wore a thoughtful, puzzled look. The door behind him opened jerkingly, and a scowling woman came out with a pan of dishwater in her hand. “Ain’t you gone yet, Bert?” she said […]

Good afternoon, Nora May. I’m real glad to see you. I’ve been watching you coming down the hill and I hoping you’d turn in at our gate. Going to visit with me this afternoon? That’s good. I’m feeling so happy and delighted and I’ve been hankering for someone to tell it all to. Tell you […]

Fate, in the guise of Mrs. Emory dropping a milk-can on the platform under his open window, awakened Murray that morning. Had not Mrs. Emory dropped that can, he would have slumbered peacefully until his usual hour for rising–a late one, be it admitted, for of all the boarders at Sweetbriar Cottage Murray was the […]

“Who was the man I saw talking to you in the hayfield?” asked Aunt Kate, as Uncle Richard came to dinner. “Bob Marks,” said Uncle Richard briefly. “I’ve sold Laddie to him.” Ernest Hughes, the twelve-year-old orphan boy whom Uncle “boarded and kept” for the chores he did, suddenly stopped eating. “Oh, Mr. Lawson, you’re […]

At sunset Sidney hurried to her room to take off the soiled and faded cotton dress she had worn while milking. She had milked eight cows and pumped water for the milk-cans afterward in the fag-end of a hot summer day. She did that every night, but tonight she had hurried more than usual because […]

“Here’s Aunt Susanna, girls,” said Laura who was sitting by the north window–nothing but north light does for Laura who is the artist of our talented family. Each of us has a little pet new-fledged talent which we are faithfully cultivating in the hope that it will amount to something and soar highly some day. […]