Rainbow Valley by L. M. Montgomery, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here. THE HOUSE ON THE HILL

“Please, sir, I think you’re burying us instead of marrying us,” he said.

“No name that—no name that! I can’t stomach such a name. Got any other?”

“Cowardy, cowardy-custard
Stole a pot of mustard,
Cowardy, cowardy-custard!”

The new squirrel muff was really the last straw.

“Adam was mine—Mrs. Johnson gave him to me. You had no business to touch him,” stormed Faith.

“Well, anyway, Adam is dead and I am never going to love anything again.”

“I will never marry,” said Rosemary, “never, Ellen.”

“I will not do it. A promise is a promise in my eyes. I will not do it. Break your promise—be forsworn if you will—but it shall not be with any assent of mine.”

“Why, the Blythes were in that as well as us,” cried Faith, indignantly. “It was Nan Blythe who suggested it in the first place. And Walter took the prize.”

“I guess people will soon see that we can behave ourselves properly as well as anybody,” said Faith jubilantly. “It isn’t hard when we put our minds to it.”

“It will hurt Dad. You know it will. You know people blame him whenever we do anything queer.”

“I do not believe that he ever asked her,” said Susan, who could not conceive of any one refusing a minister.

“I don’t know what you were doing in a Methodist prayer meeting,” said Miss Cornelia acidly.

“She is just hungry, you know—she didn’t eat a thing to-day—none of us did—we were all fasting.”

Everybody was glad in Rainbow Valley that evening—until Mary Vance froze their blood with the story of Henry Warren’s ghost.

“That—tombstone—over here,” said Carl, “it’s—moving—about—it’s coming—at—me—keep it—away—please.”

“Oh, Rosemary,” Ellen looked up in distress, “I’m so ashamed—I don’t deserve it—after all I said to you—”

“Don’t you like father?” asked Una, lifting reproachful eyes. “Oh, Miss West, you don’t know how nice he is. I’m sure he’d make you a good husband.”

A vision of Susan in “white and a veil” presented itself before Anne’s inner vision and was almost too much for her.