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Road to Avonlea: The Ties That Bind
Road to Avonlea: The Ties That Bind
Road to Avonlea: The Ties That Bind
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Road to Avonlea: The Ties That Bind

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"How romantic," Sara sighs. But once Hetty King sniffs out the scheme , she knocks all notions of romance out of Olivia's and Sara's heads. Taking matters into her own hands, Hetty vows togive the bride and groom a traditional, common sense wedding. The King farm becomes the site of another family celebration, but Hetty's meddlesome ways threaten to tear the family apart and bungle Olivia's big day!

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Release dateMay 8, 2012
ISBN9781926978017
Road to Avonlea: The Ties That Bind

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Road to Avonlea - Heather Conkie

ROAD TO AVONLEA

The Ties that Bind

By: Gail Hamilton

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

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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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.

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Chapter One

A week to the day before their June wedding, Olivia King and Jasper Dale pedaled their bicycle-built-for-two along the rolling and winding road that led from Avonlea to Golden Milestone, the Dale farm.

The sight had become quite a familiar one to the residents of the little Prince Edward Island village. Olivia and Jasper, together on the bicycle Jasper had invented especially for them, sometimes with photographic equipment hanging from their shoulders as they went off to record history for the Avonlea Chronicle, sometimes just as they were now, pedaling as one, enjoying their comfortable solitude in the peace and quiet of the countryside.

The people of Avonlea still thought Jasper was an odd duck, too much prone, in their opinion, to tinkering and inventing, but they recognized his differences now with tolerance and a certain respect. They often pointed out this two-seated bicycle contraption of his with genuine pride, saying a better one couldn’t be had, even from the catalogues that arrived twice yearly in the Lawsons’ general store. Jasper Dale was a strange fellow for sure, but he had a head full of knowledge and more curiosity than a jaybird, and you never knew what he would come up with next.

Jasper Dale’s failures and successes were the topic of many heated discussions around the pot- bellied stove in the general store. No one could agree on which Jasper escapade was more entertaining— the day he and his amazing flying machine had ended up in the haystack in the King pasture, or the fateful evening his magic-lantern show had set fire to the Town Hall. But the one thing that everyone in town agreed on was that he was darn lucky to have met up with Olivia King. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

As Olivia pedaled along, with the fresh sea breeze in her face and the blur of orange devil’s paintbrushes and purple lupine passing beside her against the deep-blue sky, the lady in question herself would have heartily disagreed. On the contrary, she believed the best thing that had ever happened to her was Jasper Dale.

She leaned forward and called to him above the crunch of the gravel beneath their wheels. Oh Jasper, I hope the weather is as beautiful as this next Saturday!

Jasper’s knuckles tightened on the handlebars and the bike wavered in the soft ruts of the road. Was it really that close? Next Saturday? He let his breath out in a slow whistle and tried to ignore the fact that his chest was suddenly tight. But it was no use. Despite the fresh air pouring through his lungs, he felt sure he was suffocating.

Olivia couldn’t help but notice the sudden stiffening of Jasper’s back, but, looking over his shoulder, she attributed it to the sight that met their eyes as they reached the crest of the hill and looked down upon the Dale farm. It was an unaccustomed beehive of activity.

Felix King was mowing the lawn. His older sister Felicity and their cousin Sara Stanley were busy weeding the front garden. A man whose face Olivia didn’t recognize was perched precariously on the roof of the house replacing shingles. Mr. Biggins and two boys from the village were setting up ladders to paint the barn, and two other fellows were already painting the fence and the rose arbor. Jasper and Olivia pedaled into the yard and looked around in amazement.

What are all these people doing here? asked Jasper quietly after dismounting the bicycle and leaning it against the only surface of the fence that wasn’t being sanded down or painted.

I don’t know...I... stammered Olivia, not quite sure how to break the news to her fiancé that these sorts of things were necessary before a wedding. Oh yes, she said brightly, as if remembering for the first time. I asked Mr. Owens to fix the roof. . .it had to be repaired before the. . .you know.. . wedding. Oh, and Felix said he’d do the lawn. . .for a price, of course. I knew you wouldn’t have time to do it, she hastened to add, noticing that Jasper’s face was becoming shiny with little drops of perspiration.

Seems like a lot of fuss, was all he managed to say as he extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow. Jasper hated crowds. He was extremely shy by nature, and this

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