Anne's House of Dreams

who had brought it slipped away with a sympathetic grin, leaving them to

reamed in the afterlight. The little fishing village, nestled in the cove where the sand-dunes met the harbor shore, looked like a great opal in the haze. The sky over them was like a jewelled cup from which the dusk was pouring; the air was crisp with the compelling tang of the sea, and the whole landscape was infused with the subtleties of a sea evening. A few dim sails drifted along the darkening, fir-clad harbo

ured Anne. "I shall love Four Wi

om Glen St. Mary, and there's another mile between it and the light-house. We won't have many neighbors,

loveliness for company. Who

actly-as if the occupants would b

was an orchard behind it, and a nicely kept lawn before it, but, somehow, there was a certain bareness about it. Perhaps its

unless it were an accident-like our blue hall. I feel certain there are no children there, at least. It's e

ore a dress of pale blue print. She walked with a certain springiness of step and erectness of bearing. She and her geese came out of the gate at the foot of the hill as Anne and Gilbert passed. She stood with her hand on the fastening of the gate, and looked steadily at them, with an expression that hardly attained to interest, but did not descend to curiosity. It seemed to Anne, for a fleeting moment, that there was even a veiled hint

we have just passed?" as

l," said Gilbert, who ha

n't look back. She is still watching

I was here. There are some pretty girls up at the Gle

y could forget her. I never saw such a face except in pictures. And her

ur Winds-likely some one from that

apron and she wa

r amusement. Look, An

y poplars down its lane stood out in stately, purple silhouette against the sky. Behind it, sheltering its garden from the too keen breath of sea winds, was a cloudy fir wood, in which the winds might make all kinds of weird and haunting m

ert drove up the poplar lane. The door of the little house opened, and a warm glow of firelight flickered out into the dusk. Gilbert lifted Anne

hand in hand they stepped over the