The bird sang until the ceremony was ended and then it wound up with one mad little , glad little trill . Never had the old gray-green house among its enfolding orchards known a blither , merrier afternoon . All the old jests and quips that must have done duty at weddings since Eden were served up , and seemed as new and brilliant and mirth-provoking as if they had never been uttered before . Laughter and joy had their way ; and when Anne and Gilbert left to catch the Carmody train , with Paul as driver , the twins were ready with rice and old shoes , in the throwing of which Charlotta the Fourth and Mr. Harrison bore a valiant part . Marilla stood at the gate and watched the carriage out of sight down the long lane with its banks of goldenrod . Anne turned at its end to wave her last good-bye . She was gone -- Green Gables was her home no more ; Marilla 's face looked very gray and old as she turned to the house which Anne had filled for fourteen years , and even in her absence , with light and life . But Diana and her small fry , the Echo Lodge people and the Allans , had stayed to help the two old ladies over the loneliness of the first evening ; and they contrived to have a quietly pleasant little supper time , sitting long around the table and chatting over all the details of the day . While they were sitting there Anne and Gilbert were alighting from the train at Glen St. Mary . CHAPTER 5 THE HOME COMING Dr. David Blythe had sent his horse and buggy to meet them , and the urchin who had brought it slipped away with a sympathetic grin , leaving them to the delight of driving alone to their new home through the radiant evening . Anne never forgot the loveliness of the view that broke upon them when they had driven over the hill behind the village . Her new home could not yet be seen ; but before her lay Four Winds Harbor like a great , shining mirror of rose and silver . Far down , she saw its entrance between the bar of sand dunes on one side and a steep , high , grim , red sandstone cliff on the other . Beyond the bar the sea , calm and austere , dreamed 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 harbor shores . A bell was ringing from the tower of a little white church on the far side ; mellowly and dreamily sweet , the chime floated across the water blent with the moan of the sea . The great revolving light on the cliff at the channel flashed warm and golden against the clear northern sky , a trembling , quivering star of good hope . Far out along the horizon was the crinkled gray ribbon of a passing steamer 's smoke .
`` Oh , beautiful , beautiful , '' murmured XXXXX .
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