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St. Mary was home to her now and had been home for many years but. Avonlea had something that Glen St. Mary could never have. Ghosts. of herself met her at every turn . There were haunted gardens here and there where bloomed. Anne always loved to come home to. Avonlea even when, as now, the reason for her visit had been a. She and Gilbert had come up for the funeral of his. Anne had stayed for a week. Marilla and Mrs. Lynde. Her old porch gable room was always kept for her and when Anne. Mrs. Lynde. had put a big, homey bouquet of spring flowers in it for her . Anne buried her face in it, seemed to hold. The Anne- who- used- to- be. Deep, dear old gladnesses stirred in. The gable room was putting its arms around her . She looked lovingly at her. Mrs. Lynde had knitted and the. Mrs. Lynde had crocheted. Marilla's braided rugs on the floor . Anne forgot that she was the joyful. Susan Baker again knitting. Ingleside. She was Anne of Green Gables. Mrs. Lynde found her still staring dreamily in the mirror when. It's real good to have you home again, Anne, that's what. It's nine years since you went away, but Marilla and I can't seem. It's not so lonesome now since Davy got. Millie is a real nice little thing . But. I've always said and always will say that there's nobody like. Ah, but this mirror can't be tricked, Mrs. Lynde. It's. telling me plainly, 'You're not as young as you once were,'" said. Anne whimsically."You've kept your complexion very well," said Mrs. Lynde. consolingly. Of course you never had much colour to lose.""At any rate, I've never a hint of a second chin yet," said. Anne gaily. "And my old room remembers me, Mrs. Lynde. I'm glad . I ever came back and found it had. And it's wonderful to see the moon rising over the. Haunted Wood again.""It looks like a great big piece of gold in the sky, doesn't. Mrs. Lynde, feeling that she was taking a wild. Marilla wasn't there to. Look at those pointed firs coming out against it . They're big trees now . I came here . . . Trees are like children," said Mrs. Lynde. "It's dreadful the. Look at. Fred Wright . There's a hot chicken pie for supper and I made some. You needn't be a mite afraid to. I aired the sheets today . Marilla. didn't know I did it and gave them another airing . Millie didn't know either of us did and gave them a third. I hope. Mary Maria Blythe will get out tomorrow . Aunt Mary Maria . Gilbert always calls her that although. Annie,'". shuddered Anne. And the first time she saw me after I was. It's so strange Gilbert picked you. He could. have had so many nice girls.' Perhaps that's why I've never liked. I know Gilbert doesn't either, though he's too. Will Gilbert be staying up long?""No. He has to go back tomorrow night. He left a patient in a. Oh, well, I suppose there isn't much to keep him in Avonlea. Old Mr. Blythe never held. The Blythes were always like that . It's real sad to. Avonlea. They were a fine. But then . . . there's any amount of Sloanes. The. Sloanes are still Sloanes, Anne, and will be for ever and ever. Let there be as many Sloanes as there will, I'm going out. I. suppose I'll have to go to bed finally . I've always. thought sleeping on moonlight nights a waste of time . I'm going to wake early to see the first faint morning light. Haunted Wood. The sky will turn to coral and the. But the rabbits has et up all the June lily bed," said Mrs. Lynde sadly, as she waddled downstairs, feeling secretly relieved. Anne had always. been a bit queer that way. And there did not any longer seem to. Diana came down the walk to meet Anne. Even in the moonlight. But the moonlight could not hide that she was. Diana had never. been what Avonlea folks called "skinny.""Don't worry, darling . I haven't come to stay. As if I'd worry over that," said Diana reproachfully. You know I'd far rather spend the evening with you than go to. I feel I haven't seen half enough of you and now. But Fred's brother, you. Of course you have. And I just ran up for a moment. I came. the old way, Di . Dryad's Bubble . . Haunted Wood . . . Willowmere. I even stopped to watch the willows upside down in. They've grown so.""Everything has," said Diana with a sigh. When I look at. young Fred! We've all changed so . You never. change, Anne. How do you keep so slim? Look at me!""A bit matronish of course," laughed Anne. But you've escaped. Di. As for my not changing . Mrs. H. B. Donnell agrees with you. She told me at the. I didn't look a day older. But Mrs. Harmon Andrews. She said, 'Dear me, Anne, how you've failed!'. It's all in the beholder's eye . The only time. I feel I'm getting along a bit is when I look at the pictures in. The heroes and heroines in them are beginning to. But never mind, Di . That's what I've come up to tell you. We're going to take an afternoon and evening off and visit all. We'll walk over the. We'll see all. the old familiar things we loved and hills where we'll find our. Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know. We'll stop feeling parental and responsible and be as giddy as. Mrs. Lynde really thinks me still in her heart of hearts. There's. really no fun in being sensible all the time, Diana.""My, how like you that sounds! And I'd love to. But . There aren't any buts. I know you're thinking, 'Who'll get. Not exactly. Anne Cordelia can get the men's supper as well. I can, if she is only eleven," said Diana proudly. She was. going to, anyway. I was going to the Ladies' Aid. But I won't. I'll go with you. It will be like having a dream come true. You. know, Anne, lots of evenings I sit down and just pretend we're. I'll take our supper with us . And we'll eat it back in Hester Gray's garden . I suppose. Hester Gray's garden is still there?""I suppose so," said Diana doubtfully. I've never been there. I was married. Anne Cordelia explores a lot . I. always tell her she mustn't go too far from home. She loves. prowling about the woods . I scolded her for. You. know that dolls' tea- set with the tiny pink rosebuds you sent her. There isn't a piece broken . She only uses it when the Three Green People come to tea. I can't get out of her who she thinks they are. I declare in some ways, Anne, she's far more like you than she is. Perhaps there's more in a name than Shakespeare allowed. Don't grudge Anne Cordelia her fancies, Diana. I'm always sorry. Olivia Sloane is our teacher now," said Diana doubtfully. She's a B. A., you know, and just took the school for a year to. She says children should be made to. Have I lived to hear you taking up with Sloanishness. Diana Wright?""No . NO! I don't like her a bit . She. has such round staring blue eyes like all that clan. And I don't. mind Anne Cordelia's fancies. They're pretty . . I guess she'll get enough 'reality' as life. Well, it's settled then. Come down to Green Gables about two. Marilla's red currant wine . Mrs. Lynde . . . just to make us feel real devilish.""Do you remember the day you set me drunk on it?" giggled. Diana, who did not mind "devilish" as she would if anybody but. Anne used it. Everybody knew Anne didn't really mean things like. It was just her way."We'll have a real do- you- remember day tomorrow, Diana. I. won't keep you any longer . Fred coming with the. Your dress is lovely.""Fred made me get a new one for the wedding. I didn't feel we. Wasn't that just like a man?""Oh, you sound just like Mrs. Elliott at the Glen," said Anne. You want to watch that tendency. Would you like to. It would be horrible," admitted Diana. Yes, yes, Fred, I'm. Oh, all right! Till tomorrow then, Anne."Anne paused by the Dryad's Bubble on her way back. She loved. that old brook so. Every trill of her childhood's laughter that. Her old dreams . . Bubble . . . old vows . Haunted. Wood that had been listening so long. Such a lovely day . Diana. "I'm afraid. Never mind. We'll drink its beauty today, even if its. We'll enjoy each other's friendship. Look at those long. They're. ours, Diana . I don't care if that furthest hill is. Abner Sloan's name . There's a west wind blowing . I always feel adventurous when. They had. All the old dear spots were revisited: Lover's Lane. Haunted Wood, Idlewild, Violet Vale, the Birch Path, Crystal. Lake. There were some changes. The little ring of birch saplings. Idlewild, where they had had a playhouse long ago, had grown. Birch Path, long untrodden, was matted with. Crystal Lake had entirely disappeared, leaving only. But Violet Vale was purple with violets and. Gilbert had once found far back in the. They walked bareheaded. Annie's hair still gleamed like. Diana's was still glossy. They exchanged gay and understanding, warm and friendly. Sometimes they walked in silence . Anne always. maintained that two people as sympathetic as she and Diana could. Sometimes they peppered their. Do you remember the day you. Cobb duckhouse on the Tory Road?" . Do you. remember when we jumped on Aunt Josephine?" . Do you. remember our Story Club?" . Do you remember Mrs. Morgan's. visit when you stained your nose red?" . Do you remember how. Do you remember the fun we had at Miss Lavender's wedding and. Charlotta's blue bows?" .
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