Mrs. Rachel Lynde Lived Just Where The Avonlea Main
Road Dipped Down Into A Little Hollow, Fringed With Alders
And Ladies' Eardrops And Traversed By A Brook That Had Its
Source Away Back In The Woods Of The Old Cuthbert Place;
It Was Reputed To Be An Intricate, Headlong Brook In Its
Earlier Course Through Those Woods, With Dark Secrets Of
Pool And Cascade; But By The Time It Reached Lynde's
Hollow It Was A Quiet, Well-Conducted Little Stream, For Not
Even A Brook Could Run Past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's Door
Without Due Regard For Decency And Decorum; It Probably
Was Conscious That Mrs. Rachel Was Sitting At Her Window,
Keeping A Sharp Eye On Everything That Passed, From Brooks
And Children Up, And That If She Noticed Anything Odd Or
Out Of Place She Would Never Rest Until She Had Ferreted
Out The Whys And Wherefores Thereof.
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