Product Description: Abel and His Great Adventure By L. M. Montgomery

Product Description: Here Josephine looked straight at him with such intent and stern brown eyes that David felt she must have read his thoughts, and he colored guiltily. But Josephine did not even notice that he was blushing. She had only paused to wonder whether she would bring out cherry or strawberry preserve; and, having decided on the cherry, took her piercing gaze from David without having seen him at all...read more

Product Description: When the Editor of Everywoman's World asked me to write "The Story of My Career," I smiled with a little touch of incredulous amusement. My career? Had I a career? Was not -- should not -- a "career" be something splendid, wonderful, spectacular at the very least, something varied and exciting? Could my long, uphill struggle, through many quiet, uneventful years, be termed a "career"? It had never occurred to me to call it so; and, on first thought, it did not seem to me that there was much to be said about that same long, monotonous struggle...read more

Product Description: The Alpine Path is an autobiography of Lucy Maud Montgomery. Originally published as series of autobiographical essay in the Toronto magazine Everywoman's World from June to November in 1917, and later separately published in 1974.

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Product Description: Siamo sul finire dell'Ottocento, in Canada. Avonlea è un tranquillo paesino di campagna nell'Isola del Principe Edward. Ma c'è una novità: Matthew e Marilla Cuthbert, fratello e sorella piuttosto avanti con gli anni, proprietari della fattoria dei Tetti Verdi, hanno deciso di adottare un orfano...read more

Product Description: Anna Shirley ha ormai sedici anni e sta per diventare la nuova maestra della scuola di Avonlea. È cresciuta, ma ha ancora il cuore pieno di sogni. La morte di Matthew, la nuova amicizia con Gilbert, l'arrivo dei due gemellini Davy e Dora e la rinuncia momentanea alle sue ambizioni bastano a stravolgere il suo mondo...read more

Excerpt from Chapter 1: “A tall, slim girl, "half-past sixteen," with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil. But an August afternoon, with blue hazes scarfing the harvest slopes, little winds whispering elfishly in the poplars, and a dancing splendor of red poppies outflaming against the dark coppice of young firs in a corner of the cherry orchard, was fitter for dreams than dead languages. The Virgil soon slipped unheeded to the ground, and Anne, her chin propped on her clasped hands, and her eyes on the splendid mass of fluffy clouds that were heaping up just over Mr. J. A. Harrison's house like a great white mountain, was far away in a delicious world where a certain schoolteacher was doing a wonderful work, shaping the destinies of future statesmen, and inspiring youthful minds and hearts with high and lofty ambitions.”

In this sequel to Anne of Green Gables, sixteen-year-old Anne Shirley becomes a schoolteacher in a small village on Prince Edward Island.

Product Description: In the first sequel to Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery's feisty, redheaded heroine is now sixteen and a schoolteacher in the small village of Avonlea on Prince Edward Island. Although older, Anne Shirley isn't necessarily wiser-and she hasn't outgrown her mischievous ways...read more

Product Description: In the first sequel to Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery's feisty, redheaded heroine is now sixteen and a schoolteacher in the small village of Avonlea on Prince Edward Island. Although older, Anne Shirley isn't necessarily wiser-and she hasn't outgrown her mischievous ways...read more

Product Description: In the first sequel to Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery's feisty, redheaded heroine is now sixteen and a school teacher in the small village of Avonlea on Prince Edward Island. Although older, Anne Shirley isn't necessarily wiser-and she hasn't outgrown her mischievous ways...read more

Though Anne of Green Gables is written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century."Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?" she ejaculated. "Where is the boy?" Matthew had been to the train station to fetch the child they were to adopt, a boy. Marilla had insisted on a boy. "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly. "There was only her." He nodded at the girl. He didn't know her name. He was embarrassed to realize that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brought her. I asked the station-master. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in." "Well, this is a pretty piece of business!" ejaculated Marilla. During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands. "You don't want me!" she cried. "You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst into tears!" And burst into tears the little girl did. . . .

Though Anne of Green Gables is written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century."Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?" she ejaculated. "Where is the boy?" Matthew had been to the train station to fetch the child they were to adopt, a boy. Marilla had insisted on a boy. "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly. "There was only her." He nodded at the girl. He didn't know her name. He was embarrassed to realize that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brought her. I asked the station-master. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in." "Well, this is a pretty piece of business!" ejaculated Marilla. During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands. "You don't want me!" she cried. "You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst into tears!" And burst into tears the little girl did. . . .

Though Anne of Green Gables is written for all ages, it has been considered a children's novel since the mid-twentieth century."Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?" she ejaculated. "Where is the boy?" Matthew had been to the train station to fetch the child they were to adopt, a boy. Marilla had insisted on a boy. "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly. "There was only her." He nodded at the girl. He didn't know her name. He was embarrassed to realize that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brought her. I asked the station-master. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in." "Well, this is a pretty piece of business!" ejaculated Marilla. During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands. "You don't want me!" she cried. "You don't want me because I'm not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I'm going to burst into tears!" And burst into tears the little girl did. . . .