And oh ! I 've had such a lovely walk in the May twilight ; I stopped by the barrens and picked these Mayflowers ; I came through Violet-Vale ; it 's just a big bowlful of violets now -- the dear , sky-tinted things . Smell them , Marilla -- drink them in . '' Marilla sniffed obligingly , but she was more interested in Anne than in drinking violets . `` Sit down , child . You must be real tired . I 'm going to get you some supper . '' `` There 's a darling moonrise behind the hills tonight , Marilla , and oh , how the frogs sang me home from Carmody ! I do love the music of the frogs . It seems bound up with all my happiest recollections of old spring evenings . And it always reminds me of the night I came here first . Do you remember it , Marilla ? '' `` Well , yes , '' said Marilla with emphasis . `` I 'm not likely to forget it ever . '' `` They used to sing so madly in the marsh and brook that year . I would listen to them at my window in the dusk , and wonder how they could seem so glad and so sad at the same time . Oh , but it 's good to be home again ! Redmond was splendid and Bolingbroke delightful -- but Green Gables is HOME . '' `` Gilbert is n't coming home this summer , I hear , '' said Marilla . `` No . ''
Something in Anne 's tone made XXXXX glance at her sharply , but Anne was apparently absorbed in arranging her violets in a bowl .
Bolingbroke Gilbert Marilla Mayflowers Violet-Vale barrens evenings first night twilight