Gilbert Blythe, answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. I met
him on Barry s hill.
I didn t think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you d
stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him, said Marilla with a
dry smile.
We haven t been--we ve been good enemies. But we have decided that it
will be much more sensible to be good friends in the future. Were we
really there half an hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see,
we have five years lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla.
Anne sat long at her window that night companioned by a glad content.
The wind purred softly in the cherry boughs, and the mint breaths came
up to her. The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and
Diana s light gleamed through the old gap.
Anne s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after
coming home from Queen s; but if the path set before her feet was to be
narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it.
The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship
were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her
ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!
God s in his heaven, all s right with the world, whispered Anne
softly.
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