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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 nights when the storm
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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 nights when the storm
A Book of Revelation The Irvings came back to Echo Lodge for the summer, and Anne spent a happy three weeks there in J…
Deals with Weddings Anne felt that life partook of the nature of an anticlimax during the first few weeks after her re…
False Dawn “Just imagine—this night week I’ll be in Avonlea—delightful thought!” said Anne, bending over the box in wh…
Full-fledged B.A.‘s “I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,” groaned Phil. “If you live long enough both…
The Gardners’Call “Here is a letter with an Indian stamp for you, Aunt Jimsie,” said Phil. “Here are three for Stella,…
The Last Redmond Year Opens “Here we are, all back again, nicely sunburned and rejoicing as a strong man to run a race…
John Douglas Speaks at Last Anne was not without a feeble hope that something might come of it after all. But nothing …
“He Just Kept Coming and Coming” Three days later Anne came home from school and found Janet crying. Tears and Janet s…
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