The knowledge of that land 's geography ... `` east o ' the sun , west o ' the moon '' ... is priceless lore , not to be bought in any market place . It must be the gift of the good fairies at birth and the years can never deface it or take it away . It is better to possess it , living in a garret , than to be the inhabitant of palaces without it . The Avonlea graveyard was as yet the grass-grown solitude it had always been . To be sure , the Improvers had an eye on it , and Priscilla Grant had read a paper on cemeteries before the last meeting of the Society . At some future time the Improvers meant to have the lichened , wayward old board fence replaced by a neat wire railing , the grass mown and the leaning monuments straightened up . Anne put on Matthew 's grave the flowers she had brought for it , and then went over to the little poplar shaded corner where Hester Gray slept . Ever since the day of the spring picnic Anne had put flowers on Hester 's grave when she visited Matthew 's . The evening before she had made a pilgrimage back to the little deserted garden in the woods and brought therefrom some of Hester 's own white roses . `` I thought you would like them better than any others , dear , '' she said softly . Anne was still sitting there when a shadow fell over the grass and she looked up to see Mrs. Allan . They walked home together . Mrs. Allan 's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before . It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves , and there were fine , patient lines about eyes and mouth . A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them ; and some new ones had come during the recent illness , now happily over , of her little son . But Mrs. Allan 's dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever , her eyes as clear and bright and true ; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength . `` I suppose you are looking forward to your vacation , Anne ? '' she said , as they left the graveyard . Anne nodded . `` Yes ... I could roll the word as a sweet morsel under my tongue .
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