`` I suppose that 's how it looks in prose . But it 's very different if you look at it through poetry ... and I think it 's nicer ... '' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed ... `` to look at it through poetry . '' Marilla glanced at the radiant young face and refrained from further sarcastic comments . Perhaps some realization came to her that after all it was better to have , like Anne , `` the vision and the faculty divine '' ... that gift which the world can not bestow or take away , of looking at life through some transfiguring ... or revealing ? ... medium , whereby everything seemed apparelled in celestial light , wearing a glory and a freshness not visible to those who , like herself and Charlotta the Fourth , looked at things only through prose . `` When 's the wedding to be ? '' she asked after a pause . `` The last Wednesday in August . They are to be married in the garden under the honeysuckle trellis ... the very spot where Mr. Irving proposed to her twenty-five years ago . Marilla , that IS romantic , even in prose . There 's to be nobody there except Mrs. Irving and Paul and Gilbert and Diana and I , and Miss Lavendar 's cousins . And they will leave on the six o'clock train for a trip to the Pacific coast . When they come back in the fall Paul and Charlotta the Fourth are to go up to Boston to live with them . But Echo Lodge is to be left just as it is ... only of course they 'll sell the hens and cow , and board up the windows ... and every summer they 're coming down to live in it . I 'm so glad . It would have hurt me dreadfully next winter at Redmond to think of that dear stone house all stripped and deserted , with empty rooms ... or far worse still , with other people living in it . But I can think of it now , just as I 've always seen it , waiting happily for the summer to bring life and laughter back to it again . '' There was more romance in the world than that which had fallen to the share of the middle-aged lovers of the stone house . Anne stumbled suddenly on it one evening when she went over to Orchard Slope by the wood cut and came out into the Barry garden . Diana Barry and Fred Wright were standing together under the big willow .
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