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Anne
and
Diana
found
the
drive
home
as
pleasant
as
the
drive
in
—
pleasanter
,
indeed
,
since
there
was
the
delightful
consciousness
of
home
waiting
at
the
end
of
it
.
It
was
sunset
when
they
passed
through
White
Sands
and
turned
into
the
shore
road
.
Beyond
,
the
Avonlea
hills
came
out
darkly
against
the
saffron
sky
.
Behind
them
the
moon
was
rising
out
of
the
sea
that
grew
all
radiant
and
transfigured
in
her
light
Every
little
cove
along
the
curving
road
was
a
marvel
of
dancing
ripples
.
The
waves
broke
with
a
soft
swish
on
the
rocks
below
them
,
and
the
tang
of
the
sea
was
in
the
strong
,
fresh
air
.
“
Oh
,
but
it
’
s
good
to
be
alive
and
to
be
going
home
,
”
breathed
Anne
.
When
she
crossed
the
log
bridge
over
the
brook
the
kitchen
light
of
Green
Gables
winked
her
a
friendly
welcome
back
,
and
through
the
open
door
shone
the
hearth
fire
,
sending
out
its
warm
red
glow
athwart
the
chilly
autumn
night
.
Anne
ran
blithely
up
the
hill
and
into
the
kitchen
,
where
a
hot
supper
was
waiting
on
the
table
.
“
So
you
’
ve
got
back
?
”
said
Marilla
,
folding
up
her
knitting
.
“
Yes
,
and
oh
,
it
’
s
so
good
to
be
back
,
”
said
Anne
joyously
.
“
I
could
kiss
everything
,
even
to
the
clock
.
Marilla
,
a
broiled
chicken
!
You
don
’
t
mean
to
say
you
cooked
that
for
me
!
”
“
Yes
,
I
did
,
”
said
Marilla
.
“
I
thought
you
’
d
be
hungry
after
such
a
drive
and
need
something
real
appetizing
.
Hurry
and
take
off
your
things
,
and
we
’
ll
have
supper
as
soon
as
Matthew
comes
in
.
I
’
m
glad
you
’
ve
got
back
,
I
must
say
.
It
’
s
been
fearful
lonesome
here
without
you
,
and
I
never
put
in
four
longer
days
.
”
After
supper
Anne
sat
before
the
fire
between
Matthew
and
Marilla
,
and
gave
them
a
full
account
of
her
visit
.
“
I
’
ve
had
a
splendid
time
,
”
she
concluded
happily
,
“
and
I
feel
that
it
marks
an
epoch
in
my
life
.
But
the
best
of
it
all
was
the
coming
home
.
”
Marilla
laid
her
knitting
on
her
lap
and
leaned
back
in
her
chair
.
Her
eyes
were
tired
,
and
she
thought
vaguely
that
she
must
see
about
having
her
glasses
changed
the
next
time
she
went
to
town
,
for
her
eyes
had
grown
tired
very
often
of
late
.
