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Anne's House of Dreams


by

Lucy Maud Montgomery



"To Laura, in memory of the olden time."




CONTENTS


Chapter

   1  IN THE GARRET OF GREEN GABLES
   2  THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
   3  THE LAND OF DREAMS AMONG
   4  THE FIRST BRIDE OF GREEN GABLES
   5  THE HOME COMING
   6  CAPTAIN JIM
   7  THE SCHOOLMASTER'S BRIDE
   8  MISS CORNELIA BRYANT COMES TO CALL
   9  AN EVENING AT FOUR WINDS POINT
  10  LESLIE MOORE
  11  THE STORY OF LESLIE MOORE
  12  LESLIE COMES OVER
  13  A GHOSTLY EVENING
  14  NOVEMBER DAYS
  15  CHRISTMAS AT FOUR WINDS
  16  NEW YEAR'S EVE AT THE LIGHT
  17  A FOUR WINDS WINTER
  18  SPRING DAYS
  19  DAWN AND DUSK
  20  LOST MARGARET
  21  BARRIERS SWEPT AWAY
  22  MISS CORNELIA ARRANGES MATTERS
  23  OWEN FORD COMES
  24  THE LIFE-BOOK OF CAPTAIN JIM
  25  THE WRITING OF THE BOOK
  26  OWEN FORD'S CONFESSION
  27  ON THE SAND BAR
  28  ODDS AND ENDS
  29  GILBERT AND ANNE DISAGREE
  30  LESLIE DECIDES
  31  THE TRUTH MAKES FREE
  32  MISS CORNELIA DISCUSSES THE AFFAIR
  33  LESLIE RETURNS
  34  THE SHIP O'DREAMS COMES TO HARBOR
  35  POLITICS AT FOUR WINDS
  36  BEAUTY FOR ASHES
  38  RED ROSES
  39  CAPTAIN JIM CROSSES THE BAR
  40  FAREWELL TO THE HOUSE OF DREAMS




CHAPTER 1

IN THE GARRET OF GREEN GABLES

"Thanks be, I'm done with geometry, learning or teaching it," said Anne
Shirley, a trifle vindictively, as she thumped a somewhat battered
volume of Euclid into a big chest of books, banged the lid in triumph,
and sat down upon it, looking at Diana Wright across the Green Gables
garret, with gray eyes that were like a morning sky.

The garret was a shadowy, suggestive, delightful place, as all garrets
should be. Through the open window, by which Anne sat, blew the sweet,
scented, sun-warm air of the August afternoon; outside, poplar boughs
rustled and tossed in the wind; beyond them were the woods, where
Lover's Lane wound its enchanted path, and the old apple orchard which
still bore its rosy harvests munificently.  And, over all, was a great
mountain range of snowy clouds in the blue southern sky.  Through the
other window was glimpsed a distant, white-capped, blue sea--the
beautiful St. Lawrence Gulf, on which floats, like a jewel, Abegweit,
whose softer, swe