`` 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 Winds people peering at me through that gray veil . If ever the dear dead ladies of this little house came back to revisit it they would come on just such a night as this . If I sit here any longer I 'll see one of them there opposite me in Gilbert 's chair . This place is n't exactly canny tonight . Even Gog and Magog have an air of pricking up their ears to hear the footsteps of unseen guests . I 'll run over to see Leslie before I frighten myself with my own fancies , as I did long ago in the matter of the Haunted Wood . I 'll leave my house of dreams to welcome back its old inhabitants . My fire will give them my good-will and greeting -- they will be gone before I come back , and my house will be mine once more . Tonight I am sure it is keeping a tryst with the past . ''
Laughing a little over her fancy , yet with something of a creepy sensation in the region of her spine , XXXXX kissed her hand to Gog and Magog and slipped out into the fog , with some of the new magazines under her arm for Leslie .
Anne EVENING Gilbert Gog Jim Pris Winds glens tryst wraiths