Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Golden Road Lucy Maud Montgomery

"I've thought of something amusing for the winter," I said as we drew into a half-circlearound the glorious wood-fire in Uncle Alec's kitchen. It had been a day of wild November wind, closing down into a wet, eerie twilight. Outside, the wind was shrilling at the windows and around the eaves, and the rain wasplaying on the roof. The old willow at the gate was writhing in the storm and the orchardwas a place of weird music, born of all the tears and fears that haunt the halls of night. Butlittle we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the outside world; we kept them at baywith the light of the fire and the laughter of our young lips. We had been having a splendid game of Blind-Man's Buff. That is, it had been splendid atfirst; but later the fun went out of it because we found that Peter was, of malice prepense, allowing himself to be caught too easily, in order that he might have the pleasure ofcatching Felicity-which he never failed to do, no matter how tightly his eyes were bound. What remarkable goose said that love is blind? Love can see through five folds of closelywoven muffler with ease