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Anne of Green Gables Treasury of Days

May 25, 2008  This webmaster's little girl grew up and got married at her home, Glen Gables, by the Lake of Shining Wetlands. She surprised her mom by including an LM Montgomery quote from Anne of Avonlea in the wedding program:

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; ... perhaps love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, ..."

Anne of Avonlea, 1909

The ice in the harbor grew black and rotten in the March suns; in April there were blue waters and a windy, white-capped gulf again; and again the Four Winds light begemmed the twilights.
Ch. XVIII Spring Days, Anne's House of Dreams

March 2  … on a dark, windy March evening … even the clouds scudding over the sky seemed in a hurry …
March 5 They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening.
March 6 Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence – a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears.
March 11 The hills and fields were dry and brown and warm, ready to break into bud and blossom.
March 13 Then the winds of March swirled over the dunes and up the harbours and over the hills.
March 17  "Just as we entered the gate of Windy Poplars I noticed a little clump of clover right by the path. There, right before my eyes were three four-leafed clovers!"
March 21 Spring was trying out her paces that day … like an adorable baby just learning to walk.
March 31 A brisk, dancing, new-sprung wind was blowing up from Rainbow Valley, resinous with the odours of fir and damp mosses.

April 2 … winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest.

April 4 … almost before Anne realized it, spring had come again to Green Gables and all the world was abloom once more.

April 8 Minstrel robins were whistling in the firs and the frogs were singing in the marshes.

April 9 All the basins among the hills were brimmed with topaz and emerald light.

April 12 The fresh chill air was faintly charged with the aroma of pine balsam, and the sky above was crystal clear and blue – a great inverted cup of blessing.

April 18 The April wind was filing the pine trees with its roundelay, and the grove was alive with robins – great, plump, saucy fellows, strutting along the paths.

April 28 There were pale spring stars shining over fields of mist, there were pussywillows in the marsh.


May 1 Away up in the barrens … the Mayflowers blossomed out, pink and white stars of sweetness under their brown leaves.

May 4 After the Mayflowers came the violets, and Violet Vale was empurpled with them.

May 7 Robert Browning (b. 1812) “The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit and fire and dew.”

May 10 Early oats greened over the red fields; apple orchards flung great blossoming arms about the farmhouses …

May 12 Anne liked to sleep with her window open and let the cherry fragrance blow over her face all night.

May 14 “It seems to me Marilla, that a pearl of a day like this, when the blossoms are out and the winds don’t know where to blow from next for sheer crazy delight must be pretty near as good as heaven.”

May 23 On every side were fields of buttercups and clover where bees buzzed. Now and then they walked through a milky way of daisies.

May 31 Anne was sitting on the veranda steps, gazing absently over the wonderful bridal world of spring blossom. Beyond the white orchard was copse of dark young firs and creamy wild cherries, where the robins were whistling madly; for it was evening and the fire of early stars was burning over the maple grove.


June 2 “ … it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don’t you think?”

June 14 The apple blossoms were out and the world was fresh and young.

June 18 Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine, the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope.

June 20 … the beautiful world of blossom and love and friendship had lost none of its

power to please her fancy and thrill her heart, that life still called to her with many insistent voices.

June 29 “I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June …”


July 1 Canada Day

July 7 The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the water, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of colour looked like that …

July 10 … the garden … was full of airy shadows and wavering golden lights.

July 15 One of the fierce summer storms which sometimes sweep over the gulf was ravaging the sea.

July 16 the rain was beating down over the shivering fields. The Haunted Wood was full of the groans of the mighty trees wrung in the tempest, and the air throbbed with the thunderous crash of billows on the distant shore.

July 22 The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood.


August 5 … she came home through the twilight, under a great, high-sprung sky gloried over with trails of saffron and rosy cloud …

August 6 A cool wind was blowing down over the long harvest fields from the rims of firry western hills and whistling through the poplars.

August 24 The garden was a pool of late golden sunshine, with butterflies hovering and bees booming …

August 27 The world was a splendour of out-flowering. The idle valleys were full of hazes.

August 28 The woodways were pranked with shadows and the fields with the purple of the asters.



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1908 Anne of Green Gables w/ patchwork (c) MCavert

Chapter III Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised
Anne of Green Gables
Boston: L.C. Page, 1908.

"Matthew Cuthbert, I believe that child has bewitched you! I can see as plain as plain that you want to keep her."

"Well now, she's a real interesting little thing," persisted Matthew. "You should have heard her talk coming from the station."

"Oh, she can talk fast enough. I saw that at once. It's nothing in her favour, either. I don't like children who have so much to say. I don't want an orphan girl and if I did she isn't the style I'd pick out. There's something I don't understand about her. No, she's got to be despatched straight-way back to where she came from."

"I could hire a French boy to help me," said Matthew, "and she'd be company for you."

"I'm not suffering for company," said Marilla shortly. "And I'm not going to keep her."

"Well now, it's just as you say, of course, Marilla," said Matthew rising and putting his pipe away. "I'm going to bed."

To bed went Matthew. And to bed, when she had put her dishes away, went Marilla, frowning most resolutely. And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep.

For a quick journey through Anne of Green Gables,
sample these last sentences from each chapter:

Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised - So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound.

Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised  -  Then, holding tightly to the carpet-bag which contained "all her worldly goods," she followed him into the house.

Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised  - To bed went Matthew. And to bed, when she had put her dishes away, went Marilla, frowning most resolutely. And up-stairs, in the east gable, a lonely, heart-hungry, friendless child cried herself to sleep.

Morning at Green Gables  - Marilla looked back once as the buggy bounced along and saw that aggravating Matthew leaning over the gate, looking wistfully after them.

Anne's History - "I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer's place," said Anne mournfully. "I don't want to get there. Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything."

Marilla Makes Up Her Mind - "Did you ever suppose you'd see the day when you'd be adopting an orphan girl? It's surprising enough; but not so surprising as that Matthew should be at the bottom of it, him that always seemed to have such a mortal dread of little girls. Anyhow, we've decided on the experiment and goodness only knows what will come of it."

Anne Says Her Prayers - "I foresee that I shall have my hands full. Well, well, we can't get through this world without our share of trouble. I've had a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it."

Anne's Bringing-Up Is Begun - Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then, with her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified - She was as angry with herself as with Anne, because, whenever she recalled Mrs. Rachel's dumbfounded countenance her lips twitched with amusement and she felt a most reprehensible desire to laugh.

Anne's Apology - "Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! So I'll not talk any more just now, Marilla." "Thanks be to goodness for that," breathed Marilla in devout relief.

Anne's Impressions of Sunday School - It almost seemed to her that those secret, unuttered, critical thoughts had suddenly taken visible and accusing shape and form in the person of this outspoken morsel of neglected humanity.

A Solemn Vow and Promise - "I'm perfectly willing to own up that I'm glad I consented to keep the child and that I'm getting fond of her, but don't you rub it in, Matthew Cuthbert."

The Delights of Anticipation - "Will you let me hold the brooch for one minute, Marilla? Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?"

Anne's Confession - "That child is hard to understand in some respects. But I believe she'll turn out all right yet. And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she's in."

A Tempest in the School Teapot - "Well, Anne Shirley," said Marilla as soon as she could speak, "if you must borrow trouble, for pity's sake borrow it handier home. I should think you had an imagination, sure enough."

Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results - "Poor little soul," she murmured, lifting a loose curl of hair from the child's tear-stained face. Then she bent down and kissed the flushed cheek on the pillow.

A New Interest in Life - "But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?"

Anne to the Rescue - "I assure you, Marilla, that I feel like praying tonight and I'm going to think out a special brand-new prayer in honor of the occasion."

A Concert a Catastrophe and a Confession - "Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
A Good Imagination Gone Wrong - When she finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew one long shivering breath of relief. "Well, so nothing caught you?" said Marilla unsympathetically.

"Oh, Mar—Marilla," chattered Anne, "I'll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this."

A New Departure in Flavorings - "Oh, don't you see, Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a very comforting thought." "Well, you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs," said Marilla. "It isn't fit for any human to eat, not even Jerry Boute."

Anne is Invited Out to Tea - "But I think it will be splendid to have a lady teacher, and I really don't see how I'm going to live through the two weeks before school begins. I'm so impatient to see her."

Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor - "There's one thing plain to be seen, Anne," said Marilla, "and that is that your fall off the Barry roof hasn't injured your tongue at all."

Miss Stacy and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert - As it was, he was free to, "spoil Anne"—Marilla's phrasing—as much as he liked. But it was not such a bad arrangement after all; a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves - "She's quick to learn and I guess the best thing we can do for her will be to send her to Queen's after a spell. But nothing need be said about that for a year or two yet." "Well now, it'll do no harm to be thinking it over off and on," said Matthew. "Things like that are all the better for lots of thinking over."

The Story Club Is Formed -  "The way I feel at present, Anne," said Marilla, "is that it's high time you had those dishes washed. You've taken half an hour longer than you should with all your chattering. Learn to work first and talk afterwards."

Vanity and Vexation of Spirit - "As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it—I've got so used to it."
Which was Marilla's way of saying that she liked to hear it.

An Unfortunate Lily Maid - But Matthew, who had been sitting mutely in his corner, laid a hand on Anne's shoulder when Marilla had gone out. "Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it."

An Epoch in Anne's Life - "I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home."

The Queens Class Is Organized - "But somehow—I don't know how it is but when Anne and them are together, though she ain't half as handsome, she makes them look kind of common and overdone—something like them white June lilies she calls narcissus alongside of the big, red peonies, that's what."

Where the Brook and River Meet - There would be other springs, but if she did not succeed in passing the Entrance, Anne felt convinced that she would never recover sufficiently to enjoy them.

The Pass List Is Out - There was in it thankfulness for the past and reverent petition for the future; and when she slept on her white pillow her dreams were as fair and bright and beautiful as maidenhood might desire.

The Hotel Concert - "Well, I don't want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels."

A Queen's Girl - "Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting."

The Winter at Queen's - All the Beyond was hers with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years—each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

The Glory and the Dream - Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

The Reaper Whose Name Is Death - "So you've had a bit of romance in your life, too," said Anne softly. "Yes, I suppose you might call it that. You wouldn't think so to look at me, would you? But you never can tell about people from their outsides. Everybody has forgot about me and John. I'd forgotten myself. But it all came back to me when I saw Gilbert last Sunday."

The Bend in the Road - The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!  "'God's in his heaven, all's right with the world,'" whispered Anne softly.

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