“How perfectly lovely!” sighed Diana, who belonged to Matthew’s school of critics. “I don’t see how you can make up such thrilling things out of your own head, Anne. I wish my imagination was as good as yours.”

“it would be if you’d only cultivate it,” said Anne cheeringly. “i’ve just thought of a plan, Diana. Lets you and I have a story club all of our own and write stories for practice. I’ll help you along until you can do them by yourself. You ought to cultivate your imagination, you know…. “

This was how the story club came into existence… each member had to produce one story a week.

“It’s extremely interesting,” Ann told Marilla. “Each girl has to read her story out loud and then we talk it over. We are going to keep them all sacredly and have them to read to our descendants. We each write under a nom de plume. Mine is Rosamond Montmorency.”

Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery