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"
This
has
been
the
most
beautiful
day
of
my
life
,
"
Anne
said
to
Phil
that
night
.
"
I
've
FOUND
my
father
and
mother
.
Those
letters
have
made
them
REAL
to
me
.
I
'm
not
an
orphan
any
longer
.
I
feel
as
if
I
had
opened
a
book
and
found
roses
of
yesterday
,
sweet
and
beloved
,
between
its
leaves
.
"
The
firelight
shadows
were
dancing
over
the
kitchen
walls
at
Green
Gables
,
for
the
spring
evening
was
chilly
;
through
the
open
east
window
drifted
in
the
subtly
sweet
voices
of
the
night
.
Marilla
was
sitting
by
the
fire
--
at
least
,
in
body
.
In
spirit
she
was
roaming
olden
ways
,
with
feet
grown
young
.
Of
late
Marilla
had
thus
spent
many
an
hour
,
when
she
thought
she
should
have
been
knitting
for
the
twins
.
"
I
suppose
I
'm
growing
old
,
"
she
said
.
Yet
Marilla
had
changed
but
little
in
the
past
nine
years
,
save
to
grow
something
thinner
,
and
even
more
angular
;
there
was
a
little
more
gray
in
the
hair
that
was
still
twisted
up
in
the
same
hard
knot
,
with
two
hairpins
--
WERE
they
the
same
hairpins
?
--
still
stuck
through
it
.
But
her
expression
was
very
different
;
the
something
about
the
mouth
which
had
hinted
at
a
sense
of
humor
had
developed
wonderfully
;
her
eyes
were
gentler
and
milder
,
her
smile
more
frequent
and
tender
.
Marilla
was
thinking
of
her
whole
past
life
,
her
cramped
but
not
unhappy
childhood
,
the
jealously
hidden
dreams
and
the
blighted
hopes
of
her
girlhood
,
the
long
,
gray
,
narrow
,
monotonous
years
of
dull
middle
life
that
followed
.
And
the
coming
of
Anne
--
the
vivid
,
imaginative
,
impetuous
child
with
her
heart
of
love
,
and
her
world
of
fancy
,
bringing
with
her
color
and
warmth
and
radiance
,
until
the
wilderness
of
existence
had
blossomed
like
the
rose
.
Marilla
felt
that
out
of
her
sixty
years
she
had
lived
only
the
nine
that
had
followed
the
advent
of
Anne
.
And
Anne
would
be
home
tomorrow
night
.
The
kitchen
door
opened
.
Marilla
looked
up
expecting
to
see
Mrs.
Lynde
.
Anne
stood
before
her
,
tall
and
starry-eyed
,
with
her
hands
full
of
Mayflowers
and
violets
.
"
Anne
Shirley
!
"
exclaimed
Marilla
.
For
once
in
her
life
she
was
surprised
out
of
her
reserve
;
she
caught
her
girl
in
her
arms
and
crushed
her
and
her
flowers
against
her
heart
,
kissing
the
bright
hair
and
sweet
face
warmly
.
"
I
never
looked
for
you
till
tomorrow
night
.
How
did
you
get
from
Carmody
?
"
"
Walked
,
dearest
of
Marillas
.
Have
n't
I
done
it
a
score
of
times
in
the
Queen
's
days
?
The
mailman
is
to
bring
my
trunk
tomorrow
;
I
just
got
homesick
all
at
once
,
and
came
a
day
earlier
.
And
oh
!
I
've
had
such
a
lovely
walk
in
the
May
twilight
;
I
stopped
by
the
barrens
and
picked
these
Mayflowers
;
I
came
through
Violet-Vale
;
it
's
just
a
big
bowlful
of
violets
now
--
the
dear
,
sky-tinted
things
.
Smell
them
,
Marilla
--
drink
them
in
.
"
Marilla
sniffed
obligingly
,
but
she
was
more
interested
in
Anne
than
in
drinking
violets
.
