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    Road to Avonlea: Sara's Homecoming
    Road to Avonlea: Sara's Homecoming
    Road to Avonlea: Sara's Homecoming
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    Road to Avonlea: Sara's Homecoming

    By Heather Conkie

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    SARA STANLEY FINALLY RETURNS HOME TO MONTREAL, sadly leaving behind Avonlea and her new-found King family. But her joyful reunion with her father is cut short by sudden tragedy, and once again Sara is faced with the prospect of leaving home.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavenport Press
    Release dateMay 8, 2012
    ISBN9780986786129
    Road to Avonlea: Sara's Homecoming

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    Road to Avonlea - Heather Conkie

    ROAD TO AVONLEA

    Sara’s Homecoming

    By: Gail Hamilton

    Based on Sullivan Films Production written by Heather Conkie adapted from the novels of Lucy Maud Montgomery

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    *****

    PUBLISHED BY: Davenport Press

    Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    Image Copyright © 2012 Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    Road to Avonlea is a trademark of Sullivan Entertainment Inc.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except for reviewers who may quote brief passages.

    *****

    Chapter One

    It was a quiet, lazy June day in the small village of Avonlea. The air was warm and soft as a blanket, and so still that no trace of the salt sea mingled with the scent of the early summer flowers that lined the picket fences.

    The villagers went about their daily business. For many who greeted each other, the weather was the main topic of conversation. The older folks complained about the excessive heat and the young savored the promise of a long, hot summer. Even the horses seemed to be taking their time as they pulled buggies and carts along the main street, the clip-clopping of their hooves on the red dirt of the road the only sound breaking the silence.

    Well, not quite the only sound. From the direction of the general store came the unmistakable rumble of intermittent snoring. Mrs. Big- gins, who was trading news and gossip with Mrs. Spencer at her boarding house gate, glanced towards the source. Mrs. Spencer followed her gaze, and they both tittered behind their gloved hands. There on the porch, on a chair tilted back against the store wall, was Abner Jeffries, the official Chief Constable of Avonlea. At this moment, he wasn’t looking out for the good people of Avonlea at all, officially or otherwise; his mouth was wide open in mid-snore.

    If Mrs. Biggins and Mrs. Spencer had been any closer to the sleeping constable, they would have witnessed a feather floating gracefully downwards towards the man’s nose. Just before it was about to reach its intended target, a hand reached out and caught it. A ten-year-old boy with tousled hair and a mischievous light in his eyes stared transfixed as, time after time, he dropped the feather over the sleeping Abner’s nose. Felix King felt the undeniable thrill of tempting fate. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him, but his older sister Felicity and his cousin Sara Stanley were standing with their backs to him, reading the notice board in front of the store.

    He picked up the feather from where it had fallen on the porch floorboards and once again let it float downwards towards the sleeping constable. Felix’s eyes widened in delight as this time the feather missed its target entirely and instead approached Abner’s cavernous mouth. He watched in fascination as the feather came to rest on Abner’s tongue and, with one resounding snore, was whisked away into Abner’s mouth, gone forever.

    The screen door of the general store opened suddenly and slammed shut, causing Felix to jump guiltily aside. His father, Alec King, and Mr. Lawson, the proprietor, were carrying boxes of fireworks out to the front porch. Luckily for Felix, they were too busy to notice his look of relief at not being caught.

    I’ll bet Avonlea will give even Charlottetown a run for their money as far as Dominion Day, fireworks go; Mr. Lawson was saying, as he wiped his brow. Thanks for your help, Alec.

    Don’t mention it, replied Alec, as he added his box to the display of brightly colored fireworks.

    Mr. Lawson straightened up, one hand rubbing his aching back.

    I’ll get that flour for you too, Alec, while you’re here!

    Fine! I’ll give you a hand, said Alec, and both men went back into the store.

    Felix gave Abner Jeffries a backward glance, amazed that he still had not woken up, even with the door banging shut right beside him. Chuckling and shaking his head with glee; he sauntered over to inspect the fireworks.

    Felicity and Sara were still busy looking at the notice board. A colorful poster featuring a dancing bear and a grinning clown advertised a coming circus.

    This is going to be the best Dominion Day ever, said fourteen-year-old Felicity King. All these fireworks, and then just ten days from now, right here in Avonlea, a circus!

    I can’t wait! said Sara, her cheeks flushed with excitement. The future looked bright. Summer stretched out ahead of her. School was out! And now, a circus to look forward to.

    Felix’s attention was drawn to the contents of one of the display boxes. Look! Cracker-bangers! Great! Felix swooped down on the box, but the store’s screen door opened once again and slammed shut with a bang.

    Uh-uh! Put that back, Felix. You know you’re not old enough to handle fireworks, his father warned.

    Felix grudgingly put the bright-red cracker-banger back in its box and, turning his back, pretended to be wonderfully interested in a broken step on the porch of the general store. He knew that if he looked over he’d see the superior smiles of his sister and cousin.

    Alec turned to accept the large bag of flour that Mr. Lawson handed to him. At the same time, Mr. Lawson leaned forward conspiratorially. Alec, he said quietly, Jeb Sloane is out behind the blacksmith’s shop.

    Alec looked sideways at Felicity, who was still engrossed in the circus advertisement, and Sara, who was tidying the piles of apples in the bushel baskets on the porch.

    "Really?

    Mr. Lawson nodded. He’s taking bets on the Saturday race in Summerside.

    Uh huh, said Alec, busying himself with the bag of flour, which refused to stay upright in the back of the buggy. He piled some straw around it.

    Care to place any? continued Mr. Lawson, in a whisper.

    Well, that depends, said Alec.

    On what? asked Mr. Lawson.

    Alec turned, his dark eyes twinkling. On whether your wife’s nearby. Elvira would tar and feather us if she caught us.

    Mr. Lawson nodded knowingly with a small smile. Well, she just happens to be away for a bit.

    Alec slapped him heartily on the back. Well then, what are we waiting for?

    Mr. Lawson grinned broadly. Right...I’ll just... He looked around and spotted Sara, still tidying his displays. Uh, Sara! Could you mind things here for a few moments? Your uncle and I have some...some important business to attend to.

    Sara beamed. Of course, Mr. Lawson. I’d be happy to take on the responsibility.

    Felicity looked over her shoulder at Sara and rolled her eyes with obvious jealousy. With a toss of her brown curls, she walked away.

    Thank you! said Mr. Lawson. Alec, I’ve got a tip on a horse called Sea Wind, he said earnestly under his

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