`` I like to ponder on all kinds of problems , though I ca n't solve 'em , '' said Captain Jim . `` My father held that we should never talk of things we could n't understand , but if we did n't , doctor , the subjects for conversation would be mighty few . I reckon the gods laugh many a time to hear us , but what matters so long as we remember that we 're only men and do n't take to fancying that we 're gods ourselves , really , knowing good and evil . I reckon our pow-wows wo n't do us or anyone much harm , so let 's have another whack at the whence , why and whither this evening , doctor . '' While they `` whacked , '' Anne listened or dreamed . Sometimes Leslie went to the lighthouse with them , and she and Anne wandered along the shore in the eerie twilight , or sat on the rocks below the lighthouse until the darkness drove them back to the cheer of the driftwood fire . Then Captain Jim would brew them tea and tell them `` tales of land and sea And whatsoever might betide The great forgotten world outside . '' Leslie seemed always to enjoy those lighthouse carousals very much , and bloomed out for the time being into ready wit and beautiful laughter , or glowing-eyed silence . There was a certain tang and savor in the conversation when Leslie was present which they missed when she was absent . Even when she did not talk she seemed to inspire others to brilliancy . Captain Jim told his stories better , Gilbert was quicker in argument and repartee , Anne felt little gushes and trickles of fancy and imagination bubbling to her lips under the influence of Leslie 's personality . `` That girl was born to be a leader in social and intellectual circles , far away from Four Winds , '' she said to Gilbert as they walked home one night . `` She 's just wasted here -- wasted . '' `` Were n't you listening to Captain Jim and yours truly the other night when we discussed that subject generally ? We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do , and that , after all , there are no such things as ` wasted ' lives , saving and except when an individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life -- which Leslie Moore certainly has n't done . And some people might think that a Redmond B.A. , whom editors were beginning to honor , was ` wasted ' as the wife of a struggling country doctor in the rural community of Four Winds . '' `` Gilbert ! '' `` If you had married Roy Gardner , now , '' continued Gilbert mercilessly , `` YOU could have been ' a leader in social and intellectual circles far away from Four Winds . ' '' `` Gilbert BLYTHE ! '' `` You KNOW you were in love with him at one time , Anne . ''
`` XXXXX , that 's mean -- ` pisen mean , just like all the men , ' as Miss Cornelia says .
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