Are there TREES about this house ? '' `` Heaps of them , oh , dryad ! There is a big grove of fir trees behind it , two rows of Lombardy poplars down the lane , and a ring of white birches around a very delightful garden . Our front door opens right into the garden , but there is another entrance -- a little gate hung between two firs . The hinges are on one trunk and the catch on the other . Their boughs form an arch overhead . '' `` Oh , I 'm so glad ! I could n't live where there were no trees -- something vital in me would starve . Well , after that , there 's no use asking you if there 's a brook anywhere near . THAT would be expecting too much . '' `` But there IS a brook -- and it actually cuts across one corner of the garden . '' `` Then , '' said Anne , with a long sigh of supreme satisfaction , `` this house you have found IS my house of dreams and none other . '' CHAPTER 3 THE LAND OF DREAMS AMONG `` Have you made up your mind who you 're going to have to the wedding , Anne ? '' asked Mrs. Rachel Lynde , as she hemstitched table napkins industriously . `` It 's time your invitations were sent , even if they are to be only informal ones . '' `` I do n't mean to have very many , '' said Anne . `` We just want those we love best to see us married . Gilbert 's people , and Mr. and Mrs. Allan , and Mr. and Mrs. Harrison . '' `` There was a time when you 'd hardly have numbered Mr. Harrison among your dearest friends , '' said Marilla drily . `` Well , I was n't VERY strongly attracted to him at our first meeting , '' acknowledged Anne , with a laugh over the recollection .
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