L M Montgomery

Chronicles of Avonlea L M Montgomery

Anne Shirley was curled up on the window-seat of Theodora Dix's sitting-room oneSaturday evening, looking dreamily afar at some fair starland beyond the hills of sunset. Anne was visiting for a fortnight of her vacation at Echo Lodge, where Mr. and Mrs. StephenIrving were spending the summer, and she often ran over to the old Dix homestead to chatfor awhile with Theodora. They had had their chat out, on this particular evening, and Annewas giving herself over to the delight of building an air-castle. She leaned her shapely head, with its braided coronet of dark red hair, against the window-casing, and her gray eyeswere like the moonlight gleam of shadowy pools. Then she saw Ludovic Speed coming down the lane. He was yet far from the house, forthe Dix lane was a long one, but Ludovic could be recognized as far as he could be seen. Noone else in Middle Grafton had such a tall, gently-stooping, placidly-moving figure. In everykink and turn of it there was an individuality all Ludovic's own. Anne roused herself from her dreams, thinking it would only be tactful to take herdeparture. Ludovic was courting Theodora. Everyone in Grafton knew that, or, if anyonewere in ignorance of the fact, it was not because he had not had time to find out. Ludovichad been coming down that lane to see Theodora, in the same ruminating, unhasteningfashion, for fifteen years