`` If I were to go to the shore some night with you do you think I could see your rock people too ? '' Paul shook his head gravely . `` No , I do n't think you could see MY rock people . I 'm the only person who can see them . But you could see rock people of your own . You 're one of the kind that can . We 're both that kind . YOU know , teacher , '' he added , squeezing her hand chummily . `` Is n't it splendid to be that kind , teacher ? '' `` Splendid , '' Anne agreed , gray shining eyes looking down into blue shining ones . Anne and Paul both knew `` How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view , '' and both knew the way to that happy land . There the rose of joy bloomed immortal by dale and stream ; clouds never darkened the sunny sky ; sweet bells never jangled out of tune ; and kindred spirits abounded . 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 XXXXX the woods and brought therefrom some of Hester 's own white roses .
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