Marilla felt that out of her sixty years she had lived only the nine that had followed the advent of Anne . And Anne would be home tomorrow night . The kitchen door opened . Marilla looked up expecting to see Mrs. Lynde . Anne stood before her , tall and starry-eyed , with her hands full of Mayflowers and violets . `` Anne Shirley ! '' exclaimed Marilla . For once in her life she was surprised out of her reserve ; she caught her girl in her arms and crushed her and her flowers against her heart , kissing the bright hair and sweet face warmly . `` I never looked for you till tomorrow night . How did you get from Carmody ? '' `` Walked , dearest of Marillas . Have n't I done it a score of times in the Queen 's days ? The mailman is to bring my trunk tomorrow ; I just got homesick all at once , and came a day earlier . 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 , XXXXX , and oh , how the frogs sang me home from Carmody !
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