Anne of Green Gables By Lucy Maud Montgomery Download free eBooks of classic literature, books and novels at eBook. Subscribe to our free eBooks blog and email newsletter. Chapter I
Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised rs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main Mroad dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor’s business by dint of ne- glecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those Anne of Green Gables capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she ‘ran’ the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and For- eign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knit- ting ‘cotton warp’ quilts—she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voic- es—and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula