A June Eveningby@lmmontgomery

A June Evening

by L.M. Montgomery6mJuly 19th, 2023
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“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June,” said Anne, as she came through the spice and bloom of the twilit orchard to the front door steps, where Marilla and Mrs. Rachel were sitting, talking over Mrs. Samson Coates’ funeral, which they had attended that day. Dora sat between them, diligently studying her lessons; but Davy was sitting tailor-fashion on the grass, looking as gloomy and depressed as his single dimple would let him. “You’d get tired of it,” said Marilla, with a sigh. “I daresay; but just now I feel that it would take me a long time to get tired of it, if it were all as charming as today. Everything loves June. Davy-boy, why this melancholy November face in blossom-time?” “I’m just sick and tired of living,” said the youthful pessimist. “At ten years? Dear me, how sad!” “I’m not making fun,” said Davy with dignity. “I’m dis—dis—discouraged”—bringing out the big word with a valiant effort.
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