and transfigured in her light. Every little cove along the curving
road was a marvel of dancing ripples. The waves broke with a soft
swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the
strong, fresh air.

"Oh, but it's good to be alive and to be going home," breathed Anne.

When she crossed the log bridge over the brook the kitchen light of
Green Gables winked her a friendly welcome back, and through the
open door shone the hearth fire, sending out its warm red glow
athwart the chilly autumn night. Anne ran blithely up the hill
and into the kitchen, where a hot supper was waiting on the table.

"So you've got back?" said Marilla, folding up her knitting.

"Yes, and oh, it's so good to be back," said Anne joyously. "I
could kiss everything, even to the clock. Marilla, a broiled
chicken! You don't mean to say you cooked that for me!"

"Yes, I did," said Marilla. "I thought you'd be hungry after
such a drive and need something real appetizing. Hurry and take
off your things, and we'll have supper as soon as Matthew comes in.
I'm glad you've got back, I must say. It's been fearful lonesome
here without you, and I never put in four longer days."

After supper Anne sat before the fire between Matthew and
Marilla, and gave them a full account of her visit.

"I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel
that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was