Anne of Windy Poplars - L. M. Montgomery [117]
Your obedient servant,
REBECCA DEW
P.S. God bless you.
Anne’s eyes were misty as she folded the letter up. Though she strongly suspected Rebecca Dew had got most of her phrases out of her favourite Book of Deportment and Etiquette that did not make them any the less sincere, and the P.S. certainly came straight from Rebecca Dew’s affectionate heart.
‘Tell dear Rebecca Dew I’ll never forget her, and that I’m coming back to see you all every summer.’
‘We have memories of you that nothing can take away,’ sobbed Aunt Chatty.
‘Nothing,’ said Aunt Kate emphatically.
But as Anne drove away from Windy Willows the last message from it was a large white bath-towel fluttering frantically from the tower window. Rebecca Dew was waving it.
Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
CONTENTS
Anne of Windy Willows
THE FIRST YEAR
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THE SECOND YEAR
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11
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THE THIRD YEAR
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