Emily of New Moon (Emily Part 1) (Emily Starr Trilogy)

by L.M. Montgomery

"Aunt Elizabeth is cold and hawty; and she is not fair."

That little window had always seemed to Emily to open on a world of wonder.

She did not say good-bye to the Wind Woman, for she knew the Wind Woman would be at New Moon, too;

There might be another Emily-in-the-glass at New Moon, but she wouldn't be the same one.

Haha ouch.

the little, old, brown house in the hollow had a brokenhearted look. She longed to run back and comfort it.

"I would like you to understand,"

Emily felt that Aunt Elizabeth had not understood after all and she was unhappy about it.

"Your Aunt Elizabeth doesn't like new-fangled things. In the house, we belong to fifty years ago,

New Moon is a pretty good place after all. You'll like it some day."

"Are there any fairies there?" asked Emily, wistfully. "The woods are full of 'em,"

Haha simpatico

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"Why, you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldn't be a fairy," said Cousin Jimmy seriously. "Could it, now?"

Blair Water—a

Emily looked about her on her new environment and found it good.

these that brought her the flash—

a real new moon,

elvish "rabbits' candles"

a large square hole which looked black and spookish in the candlelight, and made her feel creepy.

she rather thought she would like to describe it in the old account-book,

best of all were the friendly gleams and flickers from the jolly hardwood fire in the open stove that mellowed the ghostly candlelight with something warm and rosy-golden.

What mysteries might lurk behind the chintz-lined glass doors of the bookcase!

Books were Emily's friends wherever she found them.

Yeah, like Emily’s notebook.

"I thought books belonged to everybody," said Emily.

oatcakes,

A favorite in Robert Falconer

a little fairy pattern, suspended in mid-air like a screen.

the wallpaper in the air before her—could

It was one of her secret joys when she went into a new room anywhere to "see the paper in the air."

Ewww

Father's God seemed very far away and she suspected that Aunt Elizabeth's was too much like Ellen Greene's.

Haha - or worse. Different (conceptions of) Gods.

"Night air is poison."

"I feel as if I was in bed with a griffin,"

Before she insulted Emily for NOT crying. UNFAIR.

when she had sacrificed comfort and inclination to do her unwelcome duty this ungrateful and unsatisfactory child was not contented.

Elizabeth Murray involuntarily remembered the ashamed, smothered feeling of relief when old Archibald Murray had died—the handsome, intolerant, autocratic old man who had ruled his family

had one genuine feeling of regret followed Archibald Murray to his tomb? Elizabeth did not like the memory and was angry with Emily for evoking it.

"Emily, you must understand right now that you are to be grateful and obedient and show your appreciation of what is being done for you.

Haha HORRIBLE

"The Murray women have never been under any necessity for earning their own living.

Ah, the burdens of privilege.

Haha

Have Mee too.

God is good and the devil might be worse."

Question :

To have a speech like that fired at her in the darkness of the night from that unwelcome little interloper into her orderly life and peaceful bed!

Haha

"Emily, never say that again!"

"All right,"

"I'll go on think...

Haha

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a sickening loneliness.

the open window where the Wind Woman sang to her and at dawn one could see the blue of the mist on the homeland hills.

And then—she heard the Wind Woman at the window—she heard the little, low, whispering murmur of the June night breeze—cooing, friendly, lovesome.