But at dawn , when the rising sun rent apart the mists hanging over the sandbar , and made rainbows of them , joy came to the little house . Anne was safe , and a wee , white lady , with her mother 's big eyes , was lying beside her . Gilbert , his face gray and haggard from his night 's agony , came down to tell Marilla and Susan . `` Thank God , '' shuddered Marilla . Susan got up and took the cotton wool out of her ears . `` Now for breakfast , '' she said briskly . `` I am of the opinion that we will all be glad of a bite and sup . You tell young Mrs. Doctor not to worry about a single thing -- Susan is at the helm . You tell her just to think of her baby . '' Gilbert smiled rather sadly as he went away . Anne , her pale face blanched with its baptism of pain , her eyes aglow with the holy passion of motherhood , did not need to be told to think of her baby . She thought of nothing else . For a few hours she tasted of happiness so rare and exquisite that she wondered if the angels in heaven did not envy her . `` Little Joyce , '' she murmured , when Marilla came in to see the baby . `` We planned to call her that if she were a girlie . There were so many we would have liked to name her for ; we could n't choose between them , so we decided on Joyce -- we can call her Joy for short -- Joy -- it suits so well . Oh , Marilla , I thought I was happy before . Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness . THIS is the reality . '' `` You must n't talk , Anne -- wait till you 're stronger , '' said Marilla warningly .
`` You know how hard it is for me NOT to talk , '' smiled XXXXX .
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