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“
Splendid
,
”
Anne
agreed
,
gray
shining
eyes
looking
down
into
blue
shining
ones
.
Anne
and
Paul
both
knew
“
How
fair
the
realm
Imagination
opens
to
the
view
,
”
and
both
knew
the
way
to
that
happy
land
.
There
the
rose
of
joy
bloomed
immortal
by
dale
and
stream
;
clouds
never
darkened
the
sunny
sky
;
sweet
bells
never
jangled
out
of
tune
;
and
kindred
spirits
abounded
.
The
knowledge
of
that
land
’
s
geography
.
.
.
“
east
o
’
the
sun
,
west
o
’
the
moon
”
.
.
.
is
priceless
lore
,
not
to
be
bought
in
any
market
place
.
It
must
be
the
gift
of
the
good
fairies
at
birth
and
the
years
can
never
deface
it
or
take
it
away
.
It
is
better
to
possess
it
,
living
in
a
garret
,
than
to
be
the
inhabitant
of
palaces
without
it
.
The
Avonlea
graveyard
was
as
yet
the
grass
-
grown
solitude
it
had
always
been
.
To
be
sure
,
the
Improvers
had
an
eye
on
it
,
and
Priscilla
Grant
had
read
a
paper
on
cemeteries
before
the
last
meeting
of
the
Society
.
At
some
future
time
the
Improvers
meant
to
have
the
lichened
,
wayward
old
board
fence
replaced
by
a
neat
wire
railing
,
the
grass
mown
and
the
leaning
monuments
straightened
up
.
Anne
put
on
Matthew
’
s
grave
the
flowers
she
had
brought
for
it
,
and
then
went
over
to
the
little
poplar
shaded
corner
where
Hester
Gray
slept
.
Ever
since
the
day
of
the
spring
picnic
Anne
had
put
flowers
on
Hester
’
s
grave
when
she
visited
Matthew
’
s
.
The
evening
before
she
had
made
a
pilgrimage
back
to
the
little
deserted
garden
in
the
woods
and
brought
therefrom
some
of
Hester
’
s
own
white
roses
.
“
I
thought
you
would
like
them
better
than
any
others
,
dear
,
”
she
said
softly
.
Anne
was
still
sitting
there
when
a
shadow
fell
over
the
grass
and
she
looked
up
to
see
Mrs
.
Allan
.
They
walked
home
together
.
Mrs
.
Allan
’
s
face
was
not
the
face
of
the
girlbride
whom
the
minister
had
brought
to
Avonlea
five
years
before
.
It
had
lost
some
of
its
bloom
and
youthful
curves
,
and
there
were
fine
,
patient
lines
about
eyes
and
mouth
.
A
tiny
grave
in
that
very
cemetery
accounted
for
some
of
them
;
and
some
new
ones
had
come
during
the
recent
illness
,
now
happily
over
,
of
her
little
son
.
But
Mrs
.
Allan
’
s
dimples
were
as
sweet
and
sudden
as
ever
,
her
eyes
as
clear
and
bright
and
true
;
and
what
her
face
lacked
of
girlish
beauty
was
now
more
than
atoned
for
in
added
tenderness
and
strength
.
“
I
suppose
you
are
looking
forward
to
your
vacation
,
Anne
?
”
she
said
,
as
they
left
the
graveyard
.
