Thomas

Upon my quoting Thomas Carlyle, he inquired in the naivest way who he might be and what he had done.

Thomas Lynde--a meek little man whom Avonlea people called “Rachel Lynde’s husband”--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables.

Thomas said that they were a pair of babies and as poor as church mice.

Thomas said I was the homeliest baby she ever saw, I was so scrawny and tiny and nothing but eyes, but that mother thought I was perfectly beautiful.