5 edition of Chronicles of Avonlea (Large Print Edition) found in the catalog.
|LC Classifications||May 5, 2007|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 56 p. :|
|Number of Pages||89|
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Gratiarum actio exhibita Clementi undecimo pontifici maximo a capitulo ecclesiae cathedralis Ferrariae.
Accordingly, she reworked the settings of several previously published non-Avonlea stories to incorporate references to Avonlea, as well as inserting several references to Anne Shirley and some of the town's other characters.
Sylvia Gray now knew all that she had suspected—the Old Lady was her fairy godmother. Nothing more she had heard or known—nothing to this day, when she had seen his daughter pass her by unseeing in the beech hollow.
At all events, she died as she had lived, loyal and uncomplaining. HTML at Celebration of Women Writers• She would say nothing, she would only look at him with reproachful eyes over the teacups at suppertime. Here was a power of which he knew nothing—a strange and dreadful power. She has a very striking face. The majority of stories, though, are about residents of Avonlea and surrounding towns who are never mentioned in the Anne novels.
And I only come here when the hunger gets too much to bear. She thought it very nice of him, indeed, when he did not vex her with any other advances, and she was quite content to enjoy his Mayflowers. It seemed to her that she could not bear it, that she MUST go to Kensington. They spend years thinking over a thing before they make up their minds to do it.
He sat down again at once, but everybody in view had seen him, and that night folks in all the length and breadth of Grafton River discussed the dramatic occurrence with keen enjoyment. I used to hold my breath to hear it. He was well read, and frequently surprised Anne by his shrewd comments on men and matters out in the world, of which only the faint echoes reached Deland River. Her just knew ter-day her was dying. This was perfectly true; but it is by no means certain that the minister understood her either.
William shrugged her plump, shapely shoulders. Who could have left them here? But when I opened the door, I heard an Chronicles of Avonlea (Large Print Edition) queer laugh in the sitting-room, and next minute, the Old Lady came to the sitting-room door. Aunty Nan was perfectly happy. He seems to resent it.
Anne was lying back in a little rocker, with her slim hands folded in her lap, watching Theodora.
It would have been very sweet to know her—sweet to have her come to the old house—sweet to talk to her—to enter into her life.
Who would suspect a mean, unsociable Old Lady, who had no friends, and who gave only five cents to the Sewing Circle when everyone else gave ten or fifteen, to be a fairy godmother, the donor of beautiful party dresses, and the recipient of gifts from romantic, aspiring young poets? Frederick indulged in a laugh which put the mettle of her festal brown silk seams to the test.
"Little Joscelyn": Aunty Nan hears of Joscelyn Burnett's return to Prince Edward Island and greatly desires to hear her old friend sing.