How sweet and woodsey the ferns smelled! How softly the great feathery boughs of the firs waved and murmured over her! How elfinly rang the bells of the "Tree Lovers"—just a tinkle now and then as the breeze swept by! How purple and elusive the haze where incense was being offered on many an altar of the hills! How the maple leaves whitened in the wind until the grove seemed covered with pale silvery blossoms! Everything was just the same as she had seen it hundreds of times; and yet the whole face of the world seemed changed. --Rilla
ROSES I Want
Sweet Briar Rose Known as the "Sweet Briar Rose" because of the strongly apple-scented leaves, this is a favorite English na...
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Matthew—what is the matter? Matthew, are you sick?” It was Marilla who spoke, alarm in every jerky word. Anne came through the h...
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Outside in the garden, which was full of mellow sunset light streaming through the dark old firs to the west of it, stood Anne and Diana, ...
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The garden was a wide enclosure, surrounded with high walls, and a covered verandah along one side. There were broad walks and a middle sp...
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