![]() ![]() She had barely made it to the Whites’ when the clouds broke open again. Marilla had run over to Rachel’s while one storm was moving off to Newfoundland and another was approaching from New Brunswick. You couldn’t walk a yard without being soaked through. ![]() Water seemed to come from every direction, even up from the ground where the drops splashed in puddles. The snows had melted and the rains had come, making everything and everyone in Avonlea sticky. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpted by permission of William Morrow. The following text is excerpted from Marilla of Green Gables by Sarah McCoy. ![]()
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