On a town lawn , or even up at the Glen , they would not have been in keeping , but here , in the old-fashioned , sea-bound garden of the little house of dreams , they BELONGED . `` They DO look nice , '' she said sincerely . `` The schoolmaster 's bride always had cowhawks round her beds , '' said Captain Jim . `` She was a master hand with flowers . She LOOKED at 'em -- and touched 'em -- SO -- and they grew like mad . Some folks have that knack -- I reckon you have it , too , Mistress Blythe . '' `` 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 XXXXX , '' chuckled the unrepentant sinner .
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