Anne's House of Dreams

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, sweeter Indian name has long been forsaken for the more
prosaic one of Prince Edward Island.

Diana Wright, three years older than when we last saw her, had grown
somewhat matronly in the intervening time. But her eyes were as black
and brilliant, her cheeks as rosy, and her dimples as enchanting, as in
the long-ago days when she and Anne Shirley had vowed eternal
friendship in the garden at Orchard Slope. In her arms she held a
small, sleeping, black-curled creature, who for two happy years had
been known to the world of Avonlea as "Small Anne Cordelia." Avonlea
folks knew why Diana had called her Anne, of course, but Avonlea folks
were puzzled by the Cordelia. There had never been a Cordelia in the
Wright or Barry connections. Mrs. Harmon Andrews said she supposed
Diana had found the name in some trashy novel, and wondered that Fred
hadn't more sense than to allow it. But Diana and Anne smiled at each
other. They knew how Small Anne Cordelia had come by her name.