She shouldn't really be outside, not alone, not at night ( Read more... )

The plates are set, the tea is steeping, and after a flurry of clearing and rearranging this morning, there is a pleasant little table set in the room, with four white chairs around it.

The pies are on the windowsill, mouthwaterly fragrant.

All in all, it looks to be a lovely tea.

It's late ( Read more... )

"Oh," Anne, says with a sigh, laying her book down upon her lap, "it really is such an unfair evening to have to study, Marilla. Look at that sky! Have you ever seen it so clear, or the blue so bright? Look at the pink of the horizon, Marilla! Isn't it lovely ( Read more... )

When the girls got back to Echo Lodge they found that Miss Lavendar and Paul had carried the little square table out of the kitchen to the garden and had everything ready for tea. Nothing ever tasted so delicious as those strawberries and cream, eaten under a great blue sky all curdled over with fluffy little white clouds, and in the long shadows ( Read more... )