“’Miss teacher ShiRley

Green gabels.

p.e.  Island can

birds

“’Dear teacher I think I will write you a composition about birds. birds is very useful animals. my cat catches birds.  His name is William but pa calls him tom. he is oll striped and he got one of his ears froz of last winter. only for that he would be a good-looking cat.  My unkle has adopted a cat. it come to his house one day and woudent go away and unkle says it has forgot more than most people ever knowed. he lets it sleep on his rocking chare and my aunt says he thinks more of it than he does of his children. that is not right. we ought to be kind to cats and give them new milk but we ought not be better to them than to our children. this is oll I can think of so no more at present from

edward blake ClaY.’”

“St. Clair Donnell’s is, as usual, short and to the point.  St. Clair never wastes words.  I do not think he chose his subject or added the postscript out of malice aforethought.  It is just that he has not a great deal of tact or imagination.”

“’Dear Miss Shirley

“’You told us to describe something strange we have seen.  I will describe the Avonlea Hall.  It has two doors, an inside one and an outside one.  It has six windows and a chimney.  It has two ends and two sides.  It is painted blue.  That is what makes it strange.  It is built on the lower Carmody road.  It is the third most important building in Avonlea.  The others are the church and the blacksmith shop.  They hold debating clubs and lectures in it and concerts.

“’Yours truly,

“’Jacob Donnell.

“‘P.S.  The hall is a very bright blue.’”

“Annetta Bell’s letter was quite long, which surprised me, for writing essays is not Annetta’s forte, and hers are generally as brief as St. Clair’s.  Annetta is a quiet little puss and a model of good behavior, but there isn’t a shadow of orginality in her.  Here is her letter.—­

“’Dearest teacher,

“"I think I will write you a letter to tell you how much I love you.  I love you with my whole heart and soul and mind . . . with all there is of me to love . . . and I want to serve you for ever.  It would be my highest privilege.  That is why I try so hard to be good in school and learn my lessuns.

“’You are so beautiful, my teacher.  Your voice is like music and your eyes are like pansies when the dew is on them.  You are like a tall stately queen.  Your hair is like rippling gold.  Anthony Pye says it is red, but you needn’t pay any attention to Anthony.

“’I have only known you for a few months but I cannot realize that there was ever a time when I did not know you . . . when you had not come into my life to bless and hallow it.  I will always look back to this year as the most wonderful in my life because it brought you to me.  Besides, it’s the year we moved to Avonlea from Newbridge.  My love for you has made my life very rich and it has kept me from much of harm and evil.  I owe this all to you, my sweetest teacher.