sked Mrs. Rachel Lynde, as she hemstitched table napkins industriously. "It's

ant those we love best to see us married. Gilbert's peo

ave numbered Mr. Harrison among your

e, with a laugh over the recollection. "But Mr. Harrison has improved on acquaintance,

the Island this summer? I thou

o be married. I had a letter from Paul today. He says he

idolised you," re

young man of ninete

s Mrs. Lynde's brillian

ll wears those enormous blue bows, and whether her husband calls her Charlotta or Leonora. I should love to have Charlotta at my wedd

aking of a minister like that, A

e calls

ect for his holy office, t

e ministers pretty sharp

protested Mrs. Lynde. "You neve

othered

riscilla and Stella. But Stella is in Vancouver, and Pris is in Japan, and Miss Stacey is married in California, and Aunt Jamesina has gone to In

ed and settled down where they were born, or pretty near it. Thank goodness you've stuck to the Island, Anne. I was afr

he was born places would so

ou, Anne. I am not a B.A. What tim

ociety reporters say. That will give us time

be married i

be married, if I could? It would be at dawn-a June dawn, with a glorious sunrise, and roses blooming in the gardens; and I would slip down and meet Gilbert

rnfully and Mrs. Ly

. Why, it wouldn't really seem legal. A

se of the fear of what Mrs. Harmon Andrews would say. ''Tis true, 'tis pity, and pity 't

ite sure that I understand you a

tic, you know," said M

likely cure her of that," Mrs.

found her; and neither of them seemed to entertain much fear,

changed so little that the three years since her last Island visit might have been a watch in the night; but Anne

ld, Paul," said Anne. "Why

om the Fountain of Youth,-you and Mother Lavendar. See here! When you're married I WON'T call you Mrs. Blythe.

into verse, and magazine editors had not been as unappreciative as they are sometimes sup

a great poet would be even better. Some day I'll be able to boast that I whipped the distinguished Paul Irving.

cher. I've seen a good deal of y

at children love and editors send welcome cheques for. But I can do nothin

rded the blue bows but her fre

ss Shirley, ma'am," she said. "But you never know what's

self, Charlotta, sinc

des, I thought I'd better not be too hard to please, for I mightn't get another chance. Tom don't drink and he d

you Leonora?

g to and I haven't been rightly married at all. And so you're going to be married yourself, Miss Shirley, ma'am? I always thought I'd like to marry a doctor. It would be so handy when the children had measles and croup. Tom is only a bricklayer, but he's real good-t

edding. Anne and Phil had a rapturous meeting which presently simmered do

There's not such a contrast between us, you see. And oh, it's perfectly magnificent that you're going to marry Gilbert. Roy Gardner wouldn't

ed, I understan

d they're perfectly happy. Everything works together for good.

nd Alonzo m

old days at Patty's Place come back when

n to Patty's

by the fireplace and knit. And that reminds me-we've bro

did they know I was

s ago Miss Patty wrote me a note asking me to call; and then she asked if I w

Miss Patty has sent

s very moment. And I've a letter for

t we have no objection to other people doing so. We are sending you the china dogs. I intended to leave them to you in my will, because you seemed to have sincere affection for them. But M

fireplace in my house of dreams," said Anne raptu

had a little pilgrimage to make on this last day of her girlhood and she must make it alone. She went to Matthew's gr

know and is glad of it-somewhere else. I've read somewhere that 'our dead are never dead u

sky of mackerel clouds-crimson and amber-tinted, with long strips of apple-green sky between. Beyond was the glimmering radiance of a sunset sea, and the ceaseless voice of

sed the Blythe gate. "Do you remember our first walk down this

w's grave-and you came out of the gate; and I

t I looked forward to tomorrow. When I left you at your gate that night a

er you had really saved my life that day on the pond, too. How I loathed that l

d that wore his ring. Anne's engagement ring was a

out they weren't the lovely purple I had dreamed

rs, the old legend says

Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables-when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had-when I heard that you were going

For the morrow was their wedding day, and their house of dream