Anne of Green Gables

by L. M. Montgomery

Overview

As soon as Anne Shirley arrives at the snug white farmhouse called Green Gables, she is sure she wants to stay forever...but will the Cuthberts send her back to the orphanage? Anne knows she's not what they expected-a skinny girl with fiery red hair and a temper to match. If only she can convince them to let her stay, she'll try very hard not to keep rushing headlong into scrapes and blurting out the first thing that comes to her mind. Anne is not like anybody else, the Cuthberts agree; she is special-a girl with an enormous imagination. This orphan girl dreams of the day when she can call herself Anne of Green Gables.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9788583865513
Publisher:	Lebooks Editora
Publication date:	02/26/2025
Series:	Women Writers of the World
Sold by:	Bookwire
Format:	eBook
Pages:	180
File size:	728 KB

About the Author

Lucy Maud Montgomery (November 30, 1874 – April 24, 1942), who wrote under the name of L. M. Montgomery, was a Canadian author best known for Anne of Green Gables, which was an immediate success upon publication in 1908. The book made Montgomery famous in her lifetime and gave her an international following. It is the most translated work of Canadian literature. Montgomery published 20 novels, most of which are set on Prince Edward Island, helping to make Canada's smallest province a literary landmark and popular tourist site. 

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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 woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted 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 neighbors 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. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the, Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting "cotton warp" quilts--she had, knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices-and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out intothe 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. Blaire'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. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn't happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoo's enjoyment was spoiled.

"I'll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he's gone and why," the worthy woman finally concluded. "He doesn't generally go to town this time of year and he new visits; if he'd run out of turnip seed he wouldn't dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn't driving fast enough to be going for the doctor. Yet something must have happened since List night to start him off. I'm clean puzzled, that's what, and I won't know a minute's peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today-"

Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde's Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthberfs father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place living at all.

1. It's just staying, that's what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "Ifs no wonder Matthew and Marilia are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them. I'd ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they're used to it. A body can get used to anything even to being hanged, as the Irishman said."

Table of Contents

1 Mrs Rachel Lynde is Surprised 9

2 Matthew Cuthbert is Surprised 17

3 Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised 30

4 Morning at Green Gables 37

5 Anne's History 44

6 Marilla Makes up Her Mind 50

7 Anne Says Her Prayers 56

8 Anne's Bringing-up is Begun 60

9 Mrs Rachel Lynde is Properly Horrified 68

10 Anne's Apology 75

11 Anne's Impressions of Sunday School 82

12 A Solemn Vow and Promise 88

13 The Delights of Anticipation 94

14 Anne's Confession 99

15 A Tempest in the School Teapot 108

16 Diana is Invited to Tea, with Tragic Results 123

17 A New Interest in Life 134

18 Anne to the Rescue 141

19 A Concert, a Catastrophe and a Confession 151

20 A Good Imagination Gone Wrong 163

21 A New Departure in Flavourings 169

22 Anne is Invited out to Tea 179

23 Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honour 183

24 Miss Stacy and Her Pupils get up a Concert 190

25 Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves 195

26 The Story Club is Formed 205

27 Vanity and Vexation of Spirit 212

28 An Unfortunate Lily Maid 219

29 An Epoch in Anne's Life 227

30 The Queen's Class is Organised 236

31 Where the Brook and River Meet 247

32 The Pass List is Out 253

33 The Hotel Concert 261

34 A Queens Girl 271

35 The Winter at Queen's 278

36 The Glory and the Dream 283

37 The Reaper whose Name is Death 289

38 The Bend in the Road 296

What People are Saying About This

Mark Twain

The dearest and most lovable child in fiction.

Editorial Reviews

When mischievous orphan Anne Shirley arrives at the Cuthbert farm Green Gables, she knows she wants to stay forever. But the Cuthbert's were expecting a boy orphan -- someone strong enough to help with their farmwork. Can spunky Anne win their hearts? This beautiful picture book adaptation of L. M. Montgomery's classic novel will delight the author's many fans -- and captivate a new audience of younger readers.

barnesandnoble.com

This keepsake or gift edition provides a beautiful hardcover illustrated by Laura Fernandez and Rick Jacobson and using the complete, unabridged text used in the first 1908 edition of Anne. Any who love the story of the red-headed spunky orphan will consider this a fine keepsake edition.

"[Anne is] the dearest and most lovable child in fiction since the immortal Alice."-Mark Twain

"Aficionados of the auburn-tressed waif will find Anne of Green Gables lavishly illustrated."
–Smithsonian Magazine

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