By Lucy Maud Montgomery
Chapter 1 – Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised (Below)
Chapter 2 – Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised
Chapter 3 – Marilla Cuthbert Is Surprised
Chapter 4 – Morning at Green Gables
Chapter 5 – Anne’s History
Chapter 6 – Marilla Makes Up Her Mind
Chapter 7 – Anne Says Her Prayers
Chapter 8 – Anne’s Bringing-up Is Begun
Chapter 9 – Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Properly Horrified
Chapter 10 – Anne’s Apology
Chapter 11 – Anne’s Impressions of Sunday-School
Chapter 12 – A Solemn Vow and Promise
Chapter 13 – The Delights of Anticipation
Chapter 14 – Anne’s Confession
Chapter 15 – A Tempest in the School Teapot
Chapter 16 – Diana Is Invited to Tea with Tragic Results
Chapter 17 – A New Interest in Life
Chapter 18 – Anne to the Rescue
Chapter 19 – A Concert, a Catastrophe and a Confession
Chapter 20 – A Good Imagination Gone Wrong
Chapter 21 – A New Departure in Flavorings
Chapter 22 – Anne Is Invited Out to Tea
Chapter 23 – Anne Comes to Grief in an Affair of Honor
Chapter 24 – Miss Stacey and Her Pupils Get Up a Concert
Chapter 25 – Matthew Insists on Puffed Sleeves
Chapter 26 – The Story Club Is Formed
Chapter 27 – Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
Chapter 28 – An Unfortunate Lily Maid
Chapter 29 – An Epoch in Anne’s Life
Chapter 30 – The Queens Class Is Organized
Chapter 31 – Where the Brook and River Meet
Chapter 32 – The Pass List Is Out
Chapter 33 – The Hotel Concert
Chapter 34 – A Queen’s Girl
Chapter 35 – The Winter at Queen’s
Chapter 36 – The Glory and the Dream
Chapter 37 – The Reaper Whose Name Is Death
Chapter 38 – The Bend in the Road
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Chapter 1
MRS RACHEL LYNDE IS SURPRISED
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road 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.
