Chapter 1 - (VERSO)
now. That was just a mood. You don’t know anything about moods, dearie. You don’t know what it is to yearn desperately one hour for something you wouldn’t take if it were offered you the next.”
“But that is foolishness,”
for protested Louisa.
“To be sure it is – rank foolishness. But oh, it is so delightful to be foolish after being compelled to be
sen unbrokenly sensible for twenty years. Well, I’m going picking strawberries this afternoon, Lou. Don’t wait tea for me. I probably won’t be back till dark. I’ve only four more days to stay and I want to make the most of them.”
Nancy wandered far and wide in her rambles that
From "The End of a Quarrel," also included in Chronicles of Avonlea (1912).