`` Oh , I do n't know -- but I love my garden , and I love working in it . To potter with green , growing things , watching each day to see the dear , new sprouts come up , is like taking a hand in creation , I think . Just now my garden is like faith -- the substance of things hoped for . But bide a wee . '' `` It always amazes me to look at the little , wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em , '' said Captain Jim . `` When I ponder on them seeds I do n't find it nowise hard to believe that we 've got souls that 'll live in other worlds . You could n't hardly believe there was life in them tiny things , some no bigger than grains of dust , let alone color and scent , if you had n't seen the miracle , could you ? '' Anne , who was counting her days like silver beads on a rosary , could not now take the long walk to the lighthouse or up the Glen road . But Miss Cornelia and Captain Jim came very often to the little house . Miss Cornelia was the joy of Anne 's and Gilbert 's existence . They laughed side-splittingly over her speeches after every visit . When Captain Jim and she happened to visit the little house at the same time there was much sport for the listening . They waged wordy warfare , she attacking , he defending . Anne once reproached the Captain for his baiting of Miss Cornelia . `` Oh , I do love to set her going , Mistress Blythe , '' chuckled the unrepentant sinner . `` It 's the greatest amusement I have in life . That tongue of hers would blister a stone . And you and that young dog of a doctor enj ' y listening to her as much as I do . '' Captain Jim came along another evening to bring Anne some mayflowers . The garden was full of the moist , scented air of a maritime spring evening .
There was a milk-white mist on the edge of the sea , with a young moon kissing it , and a silver gladness of stars over the XXXXX .
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