`` Yes , You can see it from the attic window . THERE 'S another advantage , Anne-girl -- you love big garrets . '' `` There 's no brook in the garden . '' `` Well , no , but there is one running through the maple grove into the Glen pond . And the pond itself is n't far away . You 'll be able to fancy you have your own Lake of Shining Waters again . '' `` Well , do n't say anything more about it just now , Gilbert . Give me time to think -- to get used to the idea . '' `` All right . There is no great hurry , of course . Only -- if we decide to buy , it would be well to be moved in and settled before winter . '' Gilbert went out , and Anne put away Little Jem 's short dresses with trembling hands . She could not sew any more that day . With tear-wet eyes she wandered over the little domain where she had reigned so happy a queen . The Morgan place was all that Gilbert claimed . The grounds were beautiful , the house old enough to have dignity and repose and traditions , and new enough to be comfortable and up-to-date . Anne had always admired it ; but admiring is not loving ; and she loved this house of dreams so much . She loved EVERYTHING about it -- the garden she had tended , and which so many women had tended before her -- the gleam and sparkle of the little brook that crept so roguishly across the corner -- the gate between the creaking fir trees -- the old red sandstone step -- the stately Lombardies -- the two tiny quaint glass cupboards over the chimney-piece in the living-room -- the crooked pantry door in the kitchen -- the two funny dormer windows upstairs -- the little jog in the staircase -- why , these things were a part of her ! How could she leave them ? And how this little house , consecrated aforetime by love and joy , had been re-consecrated for her by her happiness and sorrow !
Here she had spent her bridal moon ; here wee Joyce had lived her one brief XXXXX ; here the sweetness of motherhood had come again with Little Jem ; here she had heard the exquisite music of her baby 's cooing laughter ; here beloved friends had sat by her fireside .
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