Miss Cornelia says it reaches to her feet . Ruby Gillis had beautiful hair -- but Leslie 's is ALIVE -- every thread of it is living gold . '' `` She is very beautiful , '' agreed Gilbert , so heartily that Anne almost wished he were a LITTLE less enthusiastic . `` Gilbert , would you like my hair better if it were like Leslie 's ? '' she asked wistfully . `` I would n't have your hair any color but just what it is for the world , '' said Gilbert , with one or two convincing accompaniments . You would n't be ANNE if you had golden hair -- or hair of any color but '' -- `` Red , '' said Anne , with gloomy satisfaction . `` Yes , red -- to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours . Golden hair would n't suit you at all Queen Anne -- MY Queen Anne -- queen of my heart and life and home . '' `` Then you may admire Leslie 's all you like , '' said Anne magnanimously . CHAPTER 13 A GHOSTLY EVENING One evening , a week later , Anne decided to run over the fields to the house up the brook for an informal call . It was an evening of gray fog that had crept in from the gulf , swathed the harbor , filled the glens and valleys , and clung heavily to the autumnal meadows . Through it the sea sobbed and shuddered . Anne saw Four Winds in a new aspect , and found it weird and mysterious and fascinating ; but it also gave her a little feeling of loneliness . Gilbert was away and would be away until the morrow , attending a medical pow-wow in Charlottetown . Anne longed for an hour of fellowship with some girl friend . Captain Jim and Miss Cornelia were `` good fellows '' each , in their own way ; but youth yearned to youth . `` If only Diana or Phil or Pris or Stella could drop in for a chat , '' she said to herself , `` how delightful it would be ! This is such a GHOSTLY night . I 'm sure all the ships that ever sailed out of Four Winds to their doom could be seen tonight sailing up the harbor with their drowned crews on their decks , if that shrouding fog could suddenly be drawn aside .
I feel as if it concealed innumerable mysteries -- as if I were surrounded by the wraiths of old generations of Four XXXXX people peering at me through that gray veil .
Cornelia Diana Leslie Phil Pris Red Stella Winds drowned night