But when Anne went to bed Sunday night the east wind was moaning around Green Gables with an ominous prophecy which was fulfilled in the morning . Anne awoke to find raindrops pattering against her window and shadowing the pond 's gray surface with widening rings ; hills and sea were hidden in mist , and the whole world seemed dim and dreary . Anne dressed in the cheerless gray dawn , for an early start was necessary to catch the boat train ; she struggled against the tears that WOULD well up in her eyes in spite of herself . She was leaving the home that was so dear to her , and something told her that she was leaving it forever , save as a holiday refuge . Things would never be the same again ; coming back for vacations would not be living there . And oh , how dear and beloved everything was -- that little white porch room , sacred to the dreams of girlhood , the old Snow Queen at the window , the brook in the hollow , the Dryad 's Bubble , the Haunted Woods , and Lover 's Lane -- all the thousand and one dear spots where memories of the old years bided . Could she ever be really happy anywhere else ? Breakfast at Green Gables that morning was a rather doleful meal . Davy , for the first time in his life probably , could not eat , but blubbered shamelessly over his porridge . Nobody else seemed to have much appetite , save Dora , who tucked away her rations comfortably . Dora , like the immortal and most prudent Charlotte , who `` went on cutting bread and butter '' when her frenzied lover 's body had been carried past on a shutter , was one of those fortunate creatures who are seldom disturbed by anything . Even at eight it took a great deal to ruffle Dora 's placidity . She was sorry Anne was going away , of course , but was that any reason why she should fail to appreciate a poached egg on toast ? Not at all . And , seeing that Davy could not eat his , Dora ate it for him . Promptly on time Diana appeared with horse and buggy , her rosy face glowing above her raincoat . The good-byes had to be said then somehow . Mrs. Lynde came in from her quarters to give Anne a hearty embrace and warn her to be careful of her health , whatever she did . Marilla , brusque and tearless , pecked Anne 's cheek and said she supposed they 'd hear from her when she got settled . A casual observer might have concluded that Anne 's going mattered very little to her -- unless said observer had happened to get a good look in her eyes .
Dora kissed Anne primly and squeezed out two decorous little tears ; but Davy , who had been crying on the back porch step ever since they rose XXXXX the table , refused to say good-bye at all .
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