L. M. Montgomery 
The Story Girl 

The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on The May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had not Then heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of The existence of such a person as The Story Girl. We did not know her at all under that name. We knew only that a cousin, Sara Stanley, whose mother, our Aunt Felicity, was dead, was living down on The Island with Uncle Roger and Aunt Olivia King, on a farm adjoining The old King homestead in Carlisle. We supposed we should get acquainted with her when we reached There, and we had an idea, from Aunt Olivia’s letters to fa Ther, that she would be quite a jolly creature. Further than that we did not think about her. We were more interested in Felicity and Cecily and Dan, who lived on The homestead and would Therefore be our roofmates for a season. But The spirit of The Story Girl’s yet unuttered remark was thrilling in our hearts that morning, as The train pulled out of Toronto. We were faring forth on a long road; and, though we had some idea what would be at The end of it, There was enough glamour of The unknown about it to lend a wonderful charm to our speculations concerning it.