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"
Oh
,
but
I
've
left
out
the
transforming
thing
,
"
said
Anne
softly
.
"
There
'll
be
love
there
,
Phil
--
faithful
,
tender
love
,
such
as
I
'll
never
find
anywhere
else
in
the
world
--
love
that
's
waiting
for
me
.
That
makes
my
picture
a
masterpiece
,
does
n't
it
,
even
if
the
colors
are
not
very
brilliant
?
"
Phil
silently
got
up
,
tossed
her
box
of
chocolates
away
,
went
up
to
Anne
,
and
put
her
arms
about
her
.
"
Anne
,
I
wish
I
was
like
you
,
"
she
said
soberly
.
Diana
met
Anne
at
the
Carmody
station
the
next
night
,
and
they
drove
home
together
under
silent
,
star-sown
depths
of
sky
.
Green
Gables
had
a
very
festal
appearance
as
they
drove
up
the
lane
.
There
was
a
light
in
every
window
,
the
glow
breaking
out
through
the
darkness
like
flame-red
blossoms
swung
against
the
dark
background
of
the
Haunted
Wood
.
And
in
the
yard
was
a
brave
bonfire
with
two
gay
little
figures
dancing
around
it
,
one
of
which
gave
an
unearthly
yell
as
the
buggy
turned
in
under
the
poplars
.
"
Davy
means
that
for
an
Indian
war-whoop
,
"
said
Diana
.
"
Mr.
Harrison
's
hired
boy
taught
it
to
him
,
and
he
's
been
practicing
it
up
to
welcome
you
with
.
Mrs.
Lynde
says
it
has
worn
her
nerves
to
a
frazzle
.
He
creeps
up
behind
her
,
you
know
,
and
then
lets
go
.
He
was
determined
to
have
a
bonfire
for
you
,
too
.
He
's
been
piling
up
branches
for
a
fortnight
and
pestering
Marilla
to
be
let
pour
some
kerosene
oil
over
it
before
setting
it
on
fire
.
I
guess
she
did
,
by
the
smell
,
though
Mrs.
Lynde
said
up
to
the
last
that
Davy
would
blow
himself
and
everybody
else
up
if
he
was
let
.
"
Anne
was
out
of
the
buggy
by
this
time
,
and
Davy
was
rapturously
hugging
her
knees
,
while
even
Dora
was
clinging
to
her
hand
.
"
Is
n't
that
a
bully
bonfire
,
Anne
?
Just
let
me
show
you
how
to
poke
it
--
see
the
sparks
?
I
did
it
for
you
,
Anne
,
'
cause
I
was
so
glad
you
were
coming
home
.
"
The
kitchen
door
opened
and
Marilla
's
spare
form
darkened
against
the
inner
light
.
She
preferred
to
meet
Anne
in
the
shadows
,
for
she
was
horribly
afraid
that
she
was
going
to
cry
with
joy
--
she
,
stern
,
repressed
Marilla
,
who
thought
all
display
of
deep
emotion
unseemly
.
Mrs.
Lynde
was
behind
her
,
sonsy
,
kindly
,
matronly
,
as
of
yore
.
The
love
that
Anne
had
told
Phil
was
waiting
for
her
surrounded
her
and
enfolded
her
with
its
blessing
and
its
sweetness
.
Nothing
,
after
all
,
could
compare
with
old
ties
,
old
friends
,
and
old
Green
Gables
!
How
starry
Anne
's
eyes
were
as
they
sat
down
to
the
loaded
supper
table
,
how
pink
her
cheeks
,
how
silver-clear
her
laughter
!
And
Diana
was
going
to
stay
all
night
,
too
.
How
like
the
dear
old
times
it
was
!
And
the
rose-bud
tea-set
graced
the
table
!
With
Marilla
the
force
of
nature
could
no
further
go
.
"
I
suppose
you
and
Diana
will
now
proceed
to
talk
all
night
,
"
said
Marilla
sarcastically
,
as
the
girls
went
upstairs
.
Marilla
was
always
sarcastic
after
any
self-betrayal
.
