His hair is coming on nicely too , and I am not without hope that it will be curly . `` Just for a few minutes , while I 've been writing of Jims and the concert , I 've forgotten Ypres and the poison gas and the casualty lists . Now it all rushes back , worse than ever . Oh , if we could just know that Jem is all right ! I used to be so furious with Jem when he called me Spider . And now , if he would just come whistling through the hall and call out , ` Hello , Spider , ' as he used to do , I would think it the loveliest name in the world . '' Rilla put away her diary and went out to the garden . The spring evening was very lovely . The long , green , seaward-looking glen was filled with dusk , and beyond it were meadows of sunset . The harbour was radiant , purple here , azure there , opal elsewhere . The maple grove was beginning to be misty green . Rilla looked about her with wistful eyes . Who said that spring was the joy of the year ? It was the heart-break of the year . And the pale-purply mornings and the daffodil stars and the wind in the old pine were so many separate pangs of the heart-break . Would life ever be free from dread again ? `` It 's good to see P.E.I. twilight once more , '' said Walter , joining her . `` I did n't really remember that the sea was so blue and the roads so red and the wood nooks so wild and fairy haunted . Yes , the fairies still abide here . I vow I could find scores of them under the violets in Rainbow Valley . ''
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