The gable window gave a view of a little harvest-hued valley through which a brook ran . Half a mile up the brook was the only house in sight -- an old , rambling , gray one surrounded by huge willows through which its windows peered , like shy , seeking eyes , into the dusk . Anne wondered who lived there ; they would be her nearest neighbors and she hoped they would be nice . She suddenly found herself thinking of the beautiful girl with the white geese . `` Gilbert thought she did n't belong here , '' mused Anne , `` but I feel sure she does . There was something about her that made her part of the sea and the sky and the harbor . Four Winds is in her blood . '' When Anne went downstairs Gilbert was standing before the fireplace talking to a stranger . Both turned as Anne entered . `` Anne , this is Captain Boyd . Captain Boyd , my wife . '' It was the first time Gilbert had said `` my wife '' to anybody but Anne , and he narrowly escaped bursting with the pride of it . The old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne ; they smiled at each other and were friends from that moment . Kindred spirit flashed recognition to kindred spirit . `` I 'm right down pleased to meet you , Mistress Blythe ; and I hope you 'll be as happy as the first bride was who came here . I ca n't wish you no better than THAT . But your husband does n't introduce me jest exactly right . ` Captain Jim ' is my week-a-day name and you might as well begin as you 're sartain to end up -- calling me that . You sartainly are a nice little bride , Mistress Blythe . Looking at you sorter makes me feel that I 've jest been married myself . ''
Amid the laughter that followed Mrs. Doctor Dave urged Captain XXXXX to stay and have supper with them .
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