`` I was only thinking of one of the might-have-beens . '' `` Well , do n't . It 's a waste of time , '' said Anne . Then she added suddenly : `` Oh , Gilbert , I wish everybody could be as happy as we are . '' CHAPTER 28 ODDS AND ENDS `` I 've been reading obituary notices , '' said Miss Cornelia , laying down the Daily Enterprise and taking up her sewing . The harbor was lying black and sullen under a dour November sky ; the wet , dead leaves clung drenched and sodden to the window sills ; but the little house was gay with firelight and spring-like with Anne 's ferns and geraniums . `` It 's always summer here , Anne , '' Leslie had said one day ; and all who were the guests of that house of dreams felt the same . `` The Enterprise seems to run to obituaries these days , '' quoth Miss Cornelia . `` It always has a couple of columns of them , and I read every line . It 's one of my forms of recreation , especially when there 's some original poetry attached to them . Here 's a choice sample for you : She 's gone to be with her Maker , Never more to roam . She used to play and sing with joy The song of Home , Sweet Home . Who says we have n't any poetical talent on the Island ! Have you ever noticed what heaps of good people die , Anne , dearie ? It 's kind of pitiful . Here 's ten obituaries , and every one of them saints and models , even the men . Here 's old Peter Stimson , who has ` left a large circle of friends to mourn his untimely loss . ' Lord , Anne , dearie , that man was eighty , and everybody who knew him had been wishing him dead these thirty years . Read obituaries when you 're blue , Anne , dearie -- especially the ones of folks you know . If you 've any sense of humor at all they 'll cheer you up , believe ME .
I just wish I had the writing of the obituaries XXXXX some people .
If as day for might-have-beens of on to under with