Gustav Klimt The Tree of Life painting
Philip Craig Twilight Courtyard painting
I'm glad," said Anne dreamily. "There are so many things I want to do. I want to sit on the back porch steps and feel the breeze blowing down over Mr. Harrison's fields. I want to hunt ferns in the Haunted Wood and gather violets in Violet Vale. Do you remember the day of our golden picnic, Priscilla? I want to hear the frogs singing and the poplars whispering. But I've learned to love Kingsport, too, and I'm glad I'm coming back next fall. If I hadn't won the Thorburn I don't believe I could have. I COULDN'T take any of Marilla's little hoard."
"If we could only find a house!" sighed Priscilla. "Look over there at Kingsport, Anne -- houses, houses everywhere, and not one for us."
"Stop it, Pris. `The best is yet to be.' Like the old Roman, we'll find a house or build one. On a day like this there's no such word as fail in my bright lexicon."
They lingered in the park until sunset, living in the amazing miracle and glory and
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