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

by L.M. Montgomery

eyes were of a brown

she was the only girl in class who did not, sometime through the lesson, get a barb of sarcasm from Miss Brownell,

Rhoda Stuart

Jennie Strang!"

Ilse Burnley,"

Haha wow. Wonderful threats and epithets. I was hoping a grown-up would come to her rescue, but this is much better. The atheist’s daughter.

You smack their mugs if they give you any more of their jaw."

Rhoda Stuart

this little bit of friendliness melted her instantly.

She was as happy as she had been miserable.

Ah, the mood swings of childhood.

Haha - Stuart.

Aunt Elizabeth

Defending her family.

Why doesn't your Aunt Laura get married?

Haha - good question

people can be rich without money."

"Why, I'm only eleven."

"I won't," declared Emily angrily. "I don't know a thing about beaux and I won't have one."

Ilse Burnley

Ilse is an awful wild queer girl and has an awful temper.

Haha sad

School was very different from what she had expected it to be, but that was the way in life, she had heard Ellen Greene say, and you just had to make the best of it.

there was something about Ilse Burnley that one liked;

Haha - yeah, how about “she saved your ass”?

Ewww. Chilling.

Ouch HORRIBLE

Aunt Elizabeth did smile sometimes when she thought she had silenced some small person by exquisite ridicule.

Mr Slade,

Haha

She was admitted to the fellowship of the pack

Haha - kids are sponges of learning from experience.

Grace Wells,

Carrie King,

Jennie ...

Emily was insensibly becoming happy again.

She thought a great deal about the old Murrays; she liked to picture them revisiting the glimpses of New Moon—Great-grandmother

Aunt Elizabeth.

Aunt Elizabeth had become used to having Emily at New Moon but she had not drawn any nearer to the child. This hurt Emily always;

the Wind Woman

the gulf;

Question geography

Simile Bible

Horrible

There were times when she felt she would burst if she couldn't write out some of the things that came to her.

Rhoda rasped her by giggling over her finest flights.

there is a destiny which shapes the ends of young misses who are born with the itch for writing

the Bugle Song

https://www.potw.org/archive/potw196.html Tennyson, from The Princess: The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. The above song appears between the third and fourth parts of The Princess. It is listed under a variety of names in various anthologies, including: Splendor Falls, Blow, Bugle, Blow, He Hears the Bugle at Killarney, and Bugle Song. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/791/791-h/791-h.htm https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Princess_(Tennyson_poem)

Haha faint praise

I’m surprised her father never read Tennyson to or with her. Question

the mere sound of the words seemed to make an exquisite echo in her soul—and

Exactly what Tennyson is so good at.

"Horns of elf-land faintly blowing" Emily trembled with delight.

The flash? Question

HORRIBLE

Her smitten cheek was crimson, but the wound was in her heart.