
Classic·Young adult fiction
Anne of Green Gables
L. M. Montgomery
An indomitable imagination transforms quiet Avonlea when a spirited, red-haired orphan girl arrives by mistake.

“Four sisters navigate poverty, creativity, and the turbulent transition to womanhood in Civil War New England.”
Set against the backdrop of the American Civil War, the narrative chronicles the lives of the four March sisters: fiery, aspiring writer Jo; sensible Meg; gentle pianist Beth; and artistic, ambitious Amy. Guided by their resilient mother while their father serves away as a Union chaplain, the sisters confront economic hardship and personal trials. Through domestic adventures, moral lessons, and artistic pursuits, they strive to overcome their faults and carve out independent futures in a restrictive society.
““I planned to spend mine in new music,” said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.”
““I think it was so splendid in Father to go as chaplain when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for a soldier,” said Meg warmly.”
““Where is Mother?” asked Meg, as she and Jo ran down to thank her for their gifts, half an hour later.”
“Out came Meg, with gray horsehair hanging about her face, a red and black robe, a staff, and cabalistic signs upon her cloak.”
““Your hands are bigger than mine, and you will stretch my glove dreadfully,” began Meg, whose gloves were a tender point with her.”
““Yes, she makes me think of the German girls, she looks so fresh and quiet, and dances like a lady.””
““Where’s the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I’m pretty or not?” she muttered, shutting her drawer with a jerk.”
““I had a queer time with Aunt today, and, as I got the best of it, I’ll tell you about it,” began Jo, who dearly loved to tell stories.”
““Going out for exercise,” answered Jo with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.”
““Thank you, ma’am,” said a gruff voice behind her, and there, to her great dismay, stood old Mr. Laurence.”
““Never mind, let him take a holiday, and make it up afterward,” said the old gentleman.”
““For me?” gasped Beth, holding onto Jo and feeling as if she should tumble down, it was such an overwhelming thing altogether.”
““That boy is a perfect cyclops, isn’t he?” said Amy one day, as Laurie clattered by on horseback, with a flourish of his whip as he passed.”
““You will now stand on the platform till recess,” said Mr. Davis, resolved to do the thing thoroughly, since he had begun.”
““Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child,” said Meg soothingly.”
““Are you sure she is safe?” whispered Jo, looking remorsefully at the golden head, which might have been swept away from her sight forever under the treacherous ice.”
““And such lovely weather, I’m so glad of that,” added Beth, tidily sorting neck and hair ribbons in her best box, lent for the great occasion.”
““Nearly seventy, I believe,” answered Meg, counting stitches to hide the merriment in her eyes.”
““Silence a la mort,” replied Laurie, with a melodramatic flourish, as he went away.”
“At seven o’clock, the four members ascended to the clubroom, tied their badges round their heads, and took their seats with great solemnity.”
““THE GREEK SLAVE, or Constantine the Avenger,” is the name of this thrilling drama!!!”
““I shall lie abed late, and do nothing,” replied Meg, from the depths of the rocking chair.”
““Here’s a sweet prospect!” muttered Jo, slamming the stove door open, and poking vigorously among the cinders.”
““Why, I left a pair over there, and here is only one,” said Meg, looking at the gray cotton glove.”
““Thank you, I prefer spiders,” she replied, fishing up two unwary little ones who had gone to a creamy death.”
““It’s so hard I’m afraid to try,” said Meg, grateful, but bashful in the presence of the accomplished young lady beside her.”
““Here’s a landscape!” thought Laurie, peeping through the bushes, and looking wide-awake and good-natured already.”
““Mine is to stay at home safe with Father and Mother, and help take care of the family,” said Beth contentedly.”
“Once there, she composed herself, hailed a passing omnibus, and rolled away to town, looking very merry and mysterious.”
““I don’t think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in my mind since you told me that,” said Jo rather ungratefully.”
““I dare say, but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this family,” said Meg, who was out of sorts.”
““No, I won’t!” returned Jo stoutly, feeling much relieved that her prank was not entirely condemned.”
“Be patient, Jo, don’t get despondent or do rash things, write to me often, and be my brave girl, ready to help and cheer all.”
“We have such funny times, and now I can enjoy them, for everyone is so desperately good, it’s like living in a nest of turtledoves.”
““I’m too tired to go this afternoon,” replied Meg, rocking comfortably as she sewed.”
““No, I’m sure I don’t, but I dare say I shall be, for I’ve been with Beth all the time.””
““I’ve sent for Mother,” said Jo, tugging at her rubber boots with a tragic expression.”
“I never can bear to be ‘lorded over’, so that settled my mind, and I did it.”
“She really did her best to make Amy happy, but, dear me, what mistakes she made.”
““That bird is the trial of my life,” she continued, removing the pink mountain from her head, while Laurie seated himself astride a chair.”
“Then she slept again, and the girls waited upon their mother, for she would not unclasp the thin hand which clung to hers even in sleep.”
“He’s been good to Father, and you won’t send him away, but let Meg marry him, if she wants to.”
““My child, what is it?” cried her mother, running to her, while Jo tried to take the paper which had done the mischief.”
““Yes, but you won’t do it,” answered Laurie, who wished to make up, but felt that his outraged dignity must be appeased first.”
“Laurie was equally impracticable, and would have had bonfires, skyrockets, and triumphal arches, if he had had his own way.”
““Don’t say my John, it isn’t proper or true,” but Meg’s voice lingered over the words as if they sounded pleasant to her.”
““And I needn’t go away, but may stay and be happy, may I, dear?””
“John Brooke did his duty manfully for a year, got wounded, was sent home, and not allowed to return.”
““I haven’t a single finger bowl, but this is a setout that will last me all my days, Hannah says.””
““I don’t want a fashionable wedding, but only those about me whom I love, and to them I wish to look and be my familiar self.””
“Her efforts in this line, however, were brought to an abrupt close by an untoward accident, which quenched her ardor.”
““Use the chicken then, the toughness won’t matter in a salad,” advised his wife.”
““Prime, isn’t it?” asked the boy, as her eye went down the last paragraph of her portion.”
““I should so like to see it printed soon,” was all Beth said, and smiled in saying it.”
“She brought so much love, energy, and cheerfulness to the work that she could not but succeed, in spite of some obstacles.”
“John went to one window, unfolded his paper, and wrapped himself in it, figuratively speaking.”
““It isn’t made or trimmed,” sighed Meg, faintly, for a sudden recollection of the cost still to be incurred quite overwhelmed her.”
““You don’t mean to say you have forgotten that you promised to make half a dozen calls with me today?””
““Why do you always avoid Mr. Tudor?” asked Amy, wisely refraining from any comment upon Jo’s dilapidated appearance.”
““Girls’ quarrels are soon over,” returned her mother, feeling a trifle ashamed of her own part in this one, as well she might.”
““Tucked away out of sight, I dare say,” thought Jo, who could forgive her own wrongs, but hotly resented any insult offered her family.”
“Aunt and Flo were poorly all the way, and liked to be let alone, so when I had done what I could for them, I went and enjoyed myself.”
“Our rooms are on the Rue de Rivoli, and sitting on the balcony, we look up and down the long, brilliant street.”
““Why, Mother, she has seemed unusually well since the babies came.””
““No, it’s a new one, but I can bear it,” and Beth tried to check her tears.”
“I’m going to write you a regular volume, for I’ve got heaps to tell, though I’m not a fine young lady traveling on the continent.”
““Yes, and she’s jolly and we like her lots,” added Kitty, who is an ‘enfant terrible’.”
“I like it very much, and he doesn’t seem tired of it yet, which is very good of him, isn’t it?”
““Not a first attempt, I take it?” observing that the pages were numbered, covered only on one side, and not tied up with a ribbon—sure sign of a novice.”
“They looked as if they were at ease, and liked to make him comfortable.”
“I’ve gone blindly on, hurting myself and other people, for the sake of money.”
““I’ll come, Teddy, rain or shine, and march before you, playing ‘Hail the conquering hero comes’ on a jew’s-harp.””
“As he listened, he lost his place, the music ended with a broken chord, and the musician sat silent in the dark.”
“It was not a fashionable place, but even among the pleasant people there, the girls made few friends, preferring to live for one another.”
““I was detained by the way, but I promised to spend Christmas with you, and here I am.””
““Good evening, Diana!” said Laurie, with the look of satisfaction she liked to see in his eyes when they rested on her.”
“If he hinted at a lecture or a concert, he was answered with a reproachful look, and a decided—“Leave my children for pleasure, never!””
““Ditto, ditto, Mr. Brooke,” laughed Meg, looking young and pretty again, as she nodded to him over the teapot.”
““Well, yes, but isn’t it rather warm for such a long walk?” he answered slowly, for the shaded salon looked inviting after the glare without.”
““Polish up my other talents, and be an ornament to society, if I get the chance.””
““I’d take it manfully, and be respected if I couldn’t be loved,” said Amy, with the decision of one who knew nothing about it.”
“All day she haunted the room, jealous of any other nurse, and prouder of being chosen then than of any honor her life ever brought her.”
“Amy’s lecture did Laurie good, though, of course, he did not own it till long afterward.”
“He did come very soon, for the same mail brought letters to them both, but he was in Germany, and it took some days to reach him.”
““My dear, nothing can comfort me like this,” he answered, with a falter in his voice, and both arms round her, as if he too, needed help, and did not fear to ask for it.”
““So you are, my dear, and I should have made you mine, only I fancied it might pain you to learn that your Teddy loved someone else.””
““Your what?” cried Jo, for Laurie uttered those two words with an unconscious pride and satisfaction which betrayed him.”
““You never shall be again,” broke in Laurie, putting his arm about her, as if to fence out every human ill.”
““Now, we must finish with Mignon’s song, for Mr. Bhaer sings that,” said Jo, before the pause grew painful.”
““Weathercock can without the wind,” suggested Jo, as he paused for a simile.”
““It’s your little mind, Demi,” replied the sage, stroking the yellow head respectfully.”
“Under the circumstances, what could Jo do but greet him civilly, and invite him in?”
““Miss Marsch, I haf a great favor to ask of you,” began the Professor, after a moist promenade of half a block.”
““And so you came to find that it was not too poor, but the one precious thing I needed,” whispered Jo.”
““No, I don’t,” was Jo’s decided answer, as she petted the fat poodle, whom she had adopted, out of respect to his former mistress.”
“Mr. March strolled placidly about, quoting Tusser, Cowley, and Columella to Mr. Laurence, while enjoying...”

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Public-domain work (1868). Text: Project Gutenberg #514. The Spanish version is an AI-assisted translation and may contain errors. Digital edition by Inkora Stories. Learn more