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.

Mrs.Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J.Blair's store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon.

Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life.
And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance.

Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there?
Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs.Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions.

But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk.