Rilla of Ingleside E-Book

L.M. Montgomery

• Herausgeber: L. M. Montgomery
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Canadian author best known for a series of novels beginning with Anne of Green Gables, published in 1908. Anne of Green Gables was an immediate success. The central character, Anne, an orphaned girl, made Montgomery famous in her lifetime and gave her an international following. The first novel was followed by a series of sequels with Anne as the central character. Montgomery went on to publish 20 novels as well as 500 short stories and poems. Because many of the novels were set on Prince Edward Island, Canada and the Canadian province became literary landmarks. She was awarded Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 1935.

Leseprobe

Rilla of Ingleside

Lucy Maud Montgomery

CONTENTS

I   GLEN "NOTES" AND OTHER MATTERS

II   DEW OF MORNING

III   MOONLIT MIRTH

IV   THE PIPER PIPES

V   "THE SOUND OF A GOING"

VI   SUSAN, RILLA, AND DOG MONDAY MAKE A RESOLUTION

VII   A WAR-BABY AND A SOUP TUREEN

VIII   RILLA DECIDES

IX   DOC HAS A MISADVENTURE

X   THE TROUBLES OF RILLA

XI   DARK AND BRIGHT

XII   IN THE DAYS OF LANGEMARCK

XIII   A SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE

XIV   THE VALLEY OF DECISION

XV   UNTIL THE DAY BREAK

XVI   REALISM AND ROMANCE

XVII   THE WEEKS WEAR BY

XVIII   A WAR-WEDDING

XIX   "THEY SHALL NOT PASS"

XX   NORMAN DOUGLAS SPEAKS OUT IN MEETING

XXI   "LOVE AFFAIRS ARE HORRIBLE"

XXII   LITTLE DOG MONDAY KNOWS

XXIII   "AND SO, GOODNIGHT"

XXIV   MARY IS JUST IN TIME

XXV   SHIRLEY GOES

XXVI   SUSAN HAS A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE

XXVII   WAITING

XXVIII   BLACK SUNDAY

XXIX   "WOUNDED AND MISSING"

XXX   THE TURNING OF THE TIDE

XXXI   MRS. MATILDA PITTMAN

XXXII   WORD FROM JEM

XXXIII   VICTORY!

XXXIV   MR. HYDE GOES TO HIS OWN PLACE AND SUSAN TAKES A HONEYMOON

XXV   "RILLA-MY-RILLA!"

CHAPTER I

GLEN "NOTES" AND OTHER MATTERS

It was a warm, golden-cloudy, lovable afternoon. In the big living-room at Ingleside Susan Baker sat down with a certain grim satisfaction hovering about her like an aura; it was four o'clock and Susan, who had been working incessantly since six that morning, felt that she had fairly earned an hour of repose and gossip. Susan just then was perfectly happy; everything had gone almost uncannily well in the kitchen that day. Dr. Jekyll had not been Mr. Hyde and so had not grated on her nerves; from where she sat she could see the pride of her heart—the bed of peonies of her own planting and culture, blooming as no other peony plot in Glen St. Mary ever did or could bloom, with peonies crimson, peonies silvery pink, peonies white as drifts of winter snow.

Susan had on a new black silk blouse, quite as elaborate as anything Mrs. Marshall Elliott ever wore, and a white starched apron, trimmed with complicated crocheted lace fully five inches wide, not to mention insertion to match. Therefore Susan had all the comfortable consciousness of a well-dressed woman as she opened her copy of the Daily Enterprise and prepared to read the Glen "Notes" which, as Miss Cornelia had just informed her, filled half a column of it and mentioned almost everybody at Ingleside. There was a big, black headline on the front page of the Enterprise, stating that some Archduke Ferdinand or other had been assassinated at a place bearing the weird name of Sarajevo, but Susan tarried not over uninteresting, immaterial stuff like that; she was in quest of something really vital. Oh, here it was—"Jottings from Glen St. Mary." Susan settled down keenly, reading each one over aloud to extract all possible gratification from it.

Mrs. Blythe and her visitor, Miss Cornelia—alias Mrs. Marshall Elliott—were chatting together near the open door that led to the veranda, through which a cool, delicious breeze was blowing, bringing whiffs of phantom perfume from the garden, and charming gay echoes from the vine-hung corner where Rilla and Miss Oliver and Walter were laughing and talking. Wherever Rilla Blythe was, there was laughter.

There was another occupant of the living-room, curled up on a couch, who must not be overlooked, since he was a creature of marked individuality, and, moreover, had the distinction of being the only living thing whom Susan really hated.

All cats are mysterious but Dr. Jekyll-and-Mr. Hyde—"Doc" for short—was trebly so. He was a cat of double personality—or else, as Susan vowed, he was possessed by the devil. To begin with, there had been something uncanny about the very dawn of his existence. Four years previously Rilla Blythe had had a treasured darling of a kitten, white as snow, with a saucy black tip to its tail, which she called Jack Frost. Susan disliked Jack Frost, though she could not or would not give any valid reason therefor.

"Take my word for it, Mrs. Dr. dear," she was wont to say ominously, "that cat will come to no good."

"But why do you think so?" Mrs. Blythe would ask.

"I do not think—I know," was all the answer Susan would vouchsafe.

With the rest of the Ingleside folk Jack Frost was a favourite; he was so very clean and well groomed, and never allowed a spot or stain to be seen on his beautiful white suit; he had endearing ways of purring and snuggling; he was scrupulously honest.

And then a domestic tragedy took place at Ingleside. Jack Frost had kittens!