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    of 7

    An n e o f

    gr ee n
    gab le s
    By A z r a G a n i e
    Chapter 1: Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised

    Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the


    Avonlea main road dipped down into a little
    hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’
    eardrops and traversed by a brook that had
    its source away back in the
    woodwellconducted little stream, for not even
    a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s
    door without due regard for decency and
    decorum; it probably was conscious that
    Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on
    everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she
    noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had
    ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
    There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend
    closely to their neighbor’s business by dint of neglecting their own; but
    Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can
    manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.
    a s a lw a y s d o n e
    if e ; h e r w o rk w
    a n o ta b le h o usew d ru n
    She was e S e w in g C ir c le , h e lp e
    o n e ; s h e “ ra n” t h
    and w e ll d g e st p ro p o f t h e
    n d w a s t h e s t r o n
    n d a y - s c h o o l, a y . Y e t
    the Su ig n M is si o ns A u x i li a r
    o c i e ty a n d F o r e
    Church A id S t t i m e to si t for
    l f o u n d a b u n d a n
    th is M rs . R a c h e q u ilts
    with a ll g “ co tt o n w a rp ”
    win d o w , k ni tt i n
    a t h e r k it c h en le a
    hours e n o f the m , a s A v o n
    t e d s ix te
    —she had knit in a w e d v o ic e s — a nd
    e re w o n t t o te ll
    ho us e k e e p e r s w c r o s s e d the
    m a in r o ad t h a t
    s h a rp e y e o n t h e
    keep in g a e d h ill b e y o n d .
    d u p th e s t e ep r
    u n
    hollow and wo
    Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting
    out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides
    of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over
    that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs.
    Rachel’s all-seeing eye.

    She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun
    was coming in at the window warm and bright; the
    orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush
    of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees.
    Thomas Lynde—a meek little man whom Avonlea people
    called “Rachel Lynde’s husband”—was sowing his late
    turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew
    Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red
    brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew
    that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter
    Morrison the evening before in William J.
    Blair’s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the
    next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert
    had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his
    whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the
    afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill;
    moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was
    plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and
    the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable
    distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he
    going there? Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly
    putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as
    to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be
    something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest
    man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place
    where he might have to talk.
    Thank
    you

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