To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert’s father (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)Note J(end superscript) had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)so sociably(end superscript) situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place living at all.
“It’s just staying, that’s what,” she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. “It’s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren’t much
LMM Note J:
, as shy and silent as his son after him,