Chapter 1 - (VERSO)
I feel as eternally young as Nature herself. And oh, it’s so nice not
to having to fuss with thermometers and temperatures and other peoples’ whims. Let me indulge my own whims, Louisa dear, and punish me with a cold bite when I come in late for meals. I’m not even going to church again. It was horrible there yesterday. The church is so offensively spick-and-span brand new and modern.”
“It’s thought to be the prettiest church in these parts,” protested Louisa, a little sorely.
“Churches shouldn’t be pretty – they should be at least fifty years old and mellowed into beauty. New churches are an abomination.”
This page includes material from the early part of "The End of a Quarrel." The story was first published in both The American Agriculturalist and New England Homestead in 1907. The latter can be viewed via the University of Prince Edward Island's Robertson Library and L.M. Montgomery Institute's KindredSpaces initiative. Later sections of the story appear on verso pages later in this chapter.
KindredSpaces, LMMI, Robertson Library