Principal of Summerside High School, to Gilbert Blythe, medical student at Redmond College, Kingsport. Did you ever hear anything so delicious? Windy Poplars is the name of my new home the fisherman of pass Christian PDF I love it.
Författare: Alice Dunbar.
I also love Spook’s Lane, which has no legal existence. It should be Trent Street but it is never called Trent Street except on the rare occasions when it is mentioned in the Weekly Courier . However, I mustn’t get ahead of my story. You don’t know Rebecca Dew yet. But you will, oh, yes, you will. I foresee that Rebecca Dew will figure largely in my future correspondence. In passing, isn’t ‘dusk’ a lovely word?
I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and . In daylight I belong to the world . But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself . So I’m going to keep this hour sacred to writing to you.
Though this won’t be a love-letter. I have a scratchy pen and I can’t write love-letters with a scratchy pen . I came up yesterday to look for a boarding-house. Rachel Lynde came with me, ostensibly to do some shopping but really, I know, to choose a boarding-house for me. In spite of my Arts course and my B. Lynde still thinks I am an inexperienced young thing who must be guided and directed and overseen.
We came by train and oh, Gilbert, I had the funniest adventure. You know I’ve always been one to whom adventures came unsought. I just seem to attract them, as it were. It happened just as the train was coming to a stop at the station. I got up and, stooping to pick up Mrs. I leaned my knuckles heavily on what I thought was the shiny arm of a seat. In a second I received a violent crack across them that nearly made me howl.
Gilbert, what I had taken for the arm of a seat was a man’s bald head. He was glaring fiercely at me and had evidently just waked up. I did not expect to have much trouble in finding a boarding-house, for a certain Mrs. Tom Pringle has been boarding the various principals of the High School for the last fifteen years.
But, for some unknown reason, she has grown suddenly tired of ‘being bothered’ and wouldn’t take me. Several other desirable places had some polite excuse. We wandered about the town the whole afternoon and got hot and tired and blue and headachy . We had dropped in to see Mrs. Braddock, an old crony of Mrs. Braddock said she thought ‘the widows’ might take me in. I’ve heard they want a boarder to pay Rebecca Dew’s wages.