CLASSIC COLLECTION

ANNE OFGREEN GABLES
LU C Y M AU D MON TG OM ERY

Classic collectionanne ofgreen gables

lucy maud montgomery
Adapted by anne rooney • Illustrated by catharine collingridge

QED PublishingA Surprise at Green GablesM

rs Rachel Lynde was most surprised to see
Matthew Cuthbert driving his buggy up the hill,
dressed smartly, at half-past three on a sunny afternoon.
He should have been at home planting his turnip seed.
Rachel Lynde felt it her business to know everythingthat went on in Avonlea. “I’ll just step over to GreenGables and find out from Marilla where her brother’sgone,” she said to herself.
Rachel noted immediately that Marilla’s table was
set with three places – so Matthew must be bringing
someone back. The tea was not fancy, so it could not befor a very grand visitor.
“We’re getting a little orphan boy from Nova Scotia,”
Marilla told her. “Matthew went to Bright River tocollect him.” Matthew was getting older and an orphanboy could help him with chores.
Rachel could not have been more surprised if Marilla
had said they were getting a kangaroo from Australia!
The world was turning upside down. Rachel always
spoke her mind, and told Marilla that she thought it amighty foolish thing to do. An unknown child mightburn the house down, or poison the wells! Rachelhurried off to spread the news – she loved to cause asensation. She did feel sorry for the orphan, though. A
child at Green Gables! But Rachel would have felt evensorrier if she could have seen the child waiting
patiently on the railway platform.

2When Matthew arrived at the station there was noone there but a little girl, sitting on the platform.
He asked when the train was expected.
“It’s been and gone,” the stationmaster said. “There
was a passenger dropped off for you – a little girl.”“But I’ve come to collect a boy,” Matthew said.
“Maybe they ran out of boys,” the stationmaster said.
Matthew didn’t like talking much, and talking to a
strange little girl seemed like the hardest thing! The girl
was about eleven. She had long red hair in two plaits,
big green eyes, and her pale face was covered withfreckles. She wore an ugly dress that was too short.
“I suppose you are Mr Matthew Cuthbert?” she said.
“I thought perhaps you wouldn’t come. If you hadn’t
come, I would have slept in a tree, because you would
surely come tomorrow.”
The girl talked on and on through their long ride toGreen Gables.
“Doesn’t that white tree make you think of a bride?
I should love a white dress, though I will never marrybecause I am too plain. I’ve never had a pretty dress, but
I can imagine one. Don’t you love to imagine things?”“Well, I don’t know that I do,” Matthew answered.
“Is there a brook at Green Gables? I have always
dreamed of living near a stream. Wouldn’t it be nice if
dreams came true?”
Matthew decided Marilla could tell the girl that she
wasn’t wanted.

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Marilla’s DecisionW“ho’s that?” Marilla said, looking at the little girl.
“Where’s the boy?”“There isn’t one,” Matthew said.
“But we asked for a boy!” Marilla said.
“You don’t want me because I’m not a boy!” Anne cried.
Marilla tried to calm her, but she would not be calmed.
“You would cry if you were an orphan and thought
you’d found a home, and then weren’t wanted because
you’re not a boy!” she sobbed.
Marilla started to smile. She asked the girl’s name.
“It is Anne Shirley – Anne with an ‘e’,” she said.
Marilla said Anne could stay until morning, and showed
her to the little room under the east gable. It was bareand white. Anne shivered as she looked around it.
“She’ll have to go back,” Marilla said later that evening.
“I suppose so,” Matthew said, sadly.
“What do you mean, you ‘suppose so’? You can’t wantto keep her? What use would she be to us?”
“We might be some use to her,” Matthew suggested.
“I’m not keeping her,” Marilla said, firmly.
The next day, Anne gazed in wonder out of the window.
“Isn’t it all so lovely?” she said when Marilla came in.
“The orchard, and the brook and the flowers. What’s that
geranium called? I shall call it Bonny. I like things tohave names.”“I never saw anything like her,” Marillamuttered to herself. “She is kind of interesting.”

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