Anne of the Island

The Shadow of Change “Harvest is ended and summer is gone,” quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across the shorn fields dreamily. She and Diana Barry had been picking apples in the Green ...

Garlands of Autumn The following week sped swiftly, crowded with innumerable “last things,” as Anne called them. Good-bye calls had to be made and received, being pleasant or othe...

Greeting and Farewell Charlie Sloane, Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley left Avonlea the following Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to drive her to the stati...

April’s Lady Kingsport is a quaint old town, hearking back to early Colonial days, and wrapped in its ancient atmosphere, as some fine old dame in garments fashioned like those of...

Letters from Home For the next three weeks Anne and Priscilla continued to feel as strangers in a strange land. Then, suddenly, everything seemed to fall into focus—Redmond, profe...

In the Park “What are you going to do with yourselves today, girls?” asked Philippa, popping into Anne’s room one Saturday afternoon. “We are going for a walk in the park,” answe...

Home Again Those first three weeks at Redmond had seemed long; but the rest of the term flew by on wings of wind. Before they realized it the Redmond students found themselves in ...

Anne’s First Proposal The old year did not slip away in a green twilight, with a pinky-yellow sunset. Instead, it went out with a wild, white bluster and blow. It was one of the n...

An Unwelcome Lover and a Welcome Friend The second term at Redmond sped as quickly as had the first—“actually whizzed away,” Philippa said. Anne enjoyed it thoroughly in all its p...

Patty’s Place The next evening found them treading resolutely the herring-bone walk through the tiny garden. The April wind was filling the pine trees with its roundelay, and the ...

The Round of Life Anne was back in Avonlea with the luster of the Thorburn Scholarship on her brow. People told her she hadn’t changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surpr...

“Averil’s Atonement” “What are you dreaming of, Anne?” The two girls were loitering one evening in a fairy hollow of the brook. Ferns nodded in it, and little grasses were green,...

The Way of Transgressors Davy and Dora were ready for Sunday School. They were going alone, which did not often happen, for Mrs. Lynde always attended Sunday School. But Mrs. Lynd...

The Summons Anne was sitting with Ruby Gillis in the Gillis’ garden after the day had crept lingeringly through it and was gone. It had been a warm, smoky summer afternoon. The wo...

A Dream Turned Upside Down “Just one more week and we go back to Redmond,” said Anne. She was happy at the thought of returning to work, classes and Redmond friends. Pleasing visi...

Adjusted Relationships “It’s the homiest spot I ever saw—it’s homier than home,” avowed Philippa Gordon, looking about her with delighted eyes. They were all assembled at twilight...

A Letter from Davy “It’s beginning to snow, girls,” said Phil, coming in one November evening, “and there are the loveliest little stars and crosses all over the garden walk. I ne...

Miss Josephine Remembers the Anne-girl When Christmas holidays came the girls of Patty’s Place scattered to their respective homes, but Aunt Jamesina elected to stay where she was...

An Interlude “To think that this is my twentieth birthday, and that I’ve left my teens behind me forever,” said Anne, who was curled up on the hearth-rug with Rusty in her lap, to...

Gilbert Speaks “This has been a dull, prosy day,” yawned Phil, stretching herself idly on the sofa, having previously dispossessed two exceedingly indignant cats. Anne looked up ...

Roses of Yesterday The fortnight Anne spent in Bolingbroke was a very pleasant one, with a little under current of vague pain and dissatisfaction running through it whenever she t...

Spring and Anne Return to Green Gables The firelight shadows were dancing over the kitchen walls at Green Gables, for the spring evening was chilly; through the open east window d...

Paul Cannot Find the Rock People Life was very pleasant in Avonlea that summer, although Anne, amid all her vacation joys, was haunted by a sense of “something gone which should b...

Enter Jonas “PROSPECT POINT, “August 20th. “Dear Anne—spelled—with—an—E,” wrote Phil, “I must prop my eyelids open long enough to write you. I’ve neglected you shamefully this su...

Enter Prince Charming “I’m contrasting the claims of indoors and out,” said Anne, looking from the window of Patty’s Place to the distant pines of the park. “I’ve an afternoon to...

Enter Christine The girls at Patty’s Place were dressing for the reception which the Juniors were giving for the Seniors in February. Anne surveyed herself in the mirror of the bl...

Mutual Confidences March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight ...

A June Evening “I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June,” said Anne, as she came through the spice and bloom of the twilit orchard to the front ...

Diana’s Wedding “After all, the only real roses are the pink ones,” said Anne, as she tied white ribbon around Diana’s bouquet in the westward-looking gable at Orchard Slope. “The...

Mrs. Skinner’s Romance Anne stepped off the train at Valley Road station and looked about to see if any one had come to meet her. She was to board with a certain Miss Janet Sweet,...

Anne to Philippa “Anne Shirley to Philippa Gordon, greeting. “Well-beloved, it’s high time I was writing you. Here am I, installed once more as a country ‘schoolma’am’ at Valley ...

Tea with Mrs. Douglas On the first Thursday night of Anne’s sojourn in Valley Road Janet asked her to go to prayer-meeting. Janet blossomed out like a rose to attend that prayer-m...

“He Just Kept Coming and Coming” Three days later Anne came home from school and found Janet crying. Tears and Janet seemed so incongruous that Anne was honestly alarmed. “Oh, wh...

John Douglas Speaks at Last Anne was not without a feeble hope that something might come of it after all. But nothing did. John Douglas came and took Janet driving, and walked hom...

The Last Redmond Year Opens “Here we are, all back again, nicely sunburned and rejoicing as a strong man to run a race,” said Phil, sitting down on a suitcase with a sigh of pleas...

The Gardners’Call “Here is a letter with an Indian stamp for you, Aunt Jimsie,” said Phil. “Here are three for Stella, and two for Pris, and a glorious fat one for me from Jo. The...

Full-fledged B.A.’s “I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,” groaned Phil. “If you live long enough both wishes will come true,” said Anne calmly. “It’s easy for yo...

False Dawn “Just imagine—this night week I’ll be in Avonlea—delightful thought!” said Anne, bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s quilts. “But just ima...

Deals with Weddings Anne felt that life partook of the nature of an anticlimax during the first few weeks after her return to Green Gables. She missed the merry comradeship of Pat...

A Book of Revelation The Irvings came back to Echo Lodge for the summer, and Anne spent a happy three weeks there in July. Miss Lavendar had not changed; Charlotta the Fourth was ...

Love Takes Up the Glass of Time “I’ve come up to ask you to go for one of our old-time rambles through September woods and ‘over hills where spices grow,’ this afternoon,” said Gi...